These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)


And silence was my reward
After all the pain
After all the struggle against pride
After all the arguments I've waged
upon this often-reasonable self
Just so I could let you know.

What more should I do?
Wait -
Till I can't wait no more?

You are
Among the questions
I still have to reckon with.

27th December 2001
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