Posted in Life, Poetry

UNTANGLING CONUNDRUMS

What do I do?

What do I say, when my heart beat tramps over- it’s demarcation line?

What do I do, when my breadbasket produces invisible butterflies?

What do I say, to someone who returned home?

What do I do, when our eyes meet, and I can no longer be Janus-faced?

What do I say, when he asks me about the heart, he once blew to bits?

What do I do, when our skin reunites?

What do I say, to my heart-that longs for love and contentment?

What do I do, when all he does is-cut to the quick?

What do I say, to his mysterious soul?

What do I do, if his heart resides in a labyrinth of perspectives?

What do I say, about his destructive doings?

What do I do, when my heart cannot let go the thought of his latter lover?

Oh Darling!

What do I do? What do I say?

Who do I rescue? Him or Me?

Well, here’s a big truth wrapped up in a short sentence:

I want it to be me this time. -Palak Arora

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Author:

Mountains coached me to write.

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