March 22, 2012

On Why I Fight With You

Your voice is clear,
You wish I would change.
You wish I would hear,
And not find it strange.

I hear my voice,
Climbing in defence,
I wish I wouldn't lie
And drop my pretense.

I wish you would say
What you felt underneath,
While I wish I would hear
What you had hid beneath.

Tell me like it is,
Every colour, every note,
Tell me if you worry,
And tell me if you dote.

But inside I must know,
I hear what you say,
Even words that you never
Planned to put my way.

I hate who I am when
I hide behind these walls
To prove I am right,
Does it matter at all?

These tears in my eyes
You did not make me cry
I am my own misery
I keep asking why.

No promised salvation
A long distance away
I must know I am here
It must happen today.

Should I ever lose you
I'd lose you to this guilt
And see it all crumble
Everything we built.

5 comments:

Urmi Chanda Vaz said...

And just how beautiful is that?

shilpi said...

beautiful! loved it :)

Rehab said...

I shared this someone who understood every word of it.

Hiding behind walls -- I so know what that feels like.

The madrasi said...

I hate who I am when
I hide behind these walls
To prove I am right,
Does it matter at all?

Could actually feel these words hidden in me too...
beautiful!
hope this post doesnt come from a true broken heart!

Swati Sapna said...

This is beautiful Reema... its a feeling that is sure to resonate with many of your readers. But the way you have penned it down makes it immensely lyrical, moving and sad yet beautiful.