Echoes...

N she goes quiet on me.
Distracted by toil or an impenetrable foil...
Its not plain to see.
Thoughts take wing on time-outs
from the activity morass you choose to be stuck in.
Swamped by broad brush adrenalin rushes,
insulated from feeling.

N she goes quiet on me....

For better or for worse..
This is a curse
that has me revisiting the greys,
In my otherwise black n white world.

You are one who can evoke the closest sensation
to what a whole host of verbiage,
attempts to describe as Feeling.

Is that forbidden fruit?!


14:33 PM
Well...Well...Well!!
Stubborn silence....No show n Tell.
Maybe committment kind of brushes off onto you,
and you just do more, more, more of what ever keeps you distracted.
What an idea Sirji!!