posted June 15, 2005 10:49 AM         

You don't know ,
nor can you reach,
till that dark secret,
lying behind that scoundrel's speech.

And you don't even have a hint,
of how it aches,
of how this world's closing in on me,
of what it takes,
to keep these boys of 10,
away from this beast,
whose silent moaning they threaten to hear,

This is my reason why (inspite of myself)
I used to be reticent;
that that day i din' have 'reason' enuf to wish u b'day,
that u eventually stopped speaking,
as I have u locked in my memory,
where u r sitting as stubbornly as me,
with legs folded in poise,
as if u have resigned to my stubborness,
as if u have acquired a part of myself,
but u din' acquire it completely,- Yes!
i did use to sit straight n impassive,
but with more sentiment than u could ever guess,
and waiting for ur words ,
that we may meet somewhere between our different natures ,
somewhere between our different worlds.