Each clay model was fast asleep
Frozen in slumber deep

But I had a promise to keep.

My doll I promised would have her say
And on this summer day
Her I mustn’t fail.

She had to have a clay model.

There wasn’t a thing wasn’t there
Men, women, birds and even a curd seller

Bald Brahmin, English pair
Village belle in flowing hair

Men flirtatious, women loose
At small price pick and choose.

Lost in the potter’s terrain
She was back a child again
The afternoon was almost spent
When ended her playful moments.

I picked the fortune teller
She chose the curd seller.

On the way what I had to say
Hope she remembers till last day

*At the potter’s having seen them all
Found none crafted like my lovely doll.

They’re almost gone now a vanishing tribe
Peddlers of fresh sweets honeys from hive
Sellers of fish heads such sundries on head
Toys and bangles and blankets for bed.

Don’t see them around those struggling men
Making the choice of voice trudging the lane
Hoping to sell one piece in dream of gain
Faceless wind ringer in sun’s bite and rain.

Gone are those plaintive cries on summer noon
Raising road’s dust on trail singing the tune
Traders of trinkets girls’ ribbon hairpin
Yoyo and plastic top with endless spin.

Why the times ruined them made them a flop
Sellers travelers with head-full of shop
Sending their song of hope past locked in door
None could now fill that space nothing anymore.

do my expectations not phase a single person?
extremely carefully
I pick the proper picture
edit it with some pixie dust
and it's off
it is now the portrayers duty
to determine their thoughts upon my looks
heaven nows what they think
not a like in the first 5
yet the agony of knowing someones online
1 notification
let's see who it may be
just my uncle
have he no shame?
waiting impatiently
I've went to my witts
created a whole nother account
just to like the masterpiece
call me crazy
that would be an accurate depiction
but I'm sure you'd agree
being loved
is better than anything
so..
if you don't mind me asking..
would you like my profile picture?

Explain your mind
The thoughts that sink you
Into an ocean of depression

Explain your legs
That are powerless
Staying in one place

Explain your arms
Weakness that they carry
Seemingly pointless

Explain your smile
Explain it
Explain it now
Now
Explain
Explain
Seriously

How are you still looking up?
Smiling?

What I want you to do
Explain yourself.

i swear to god i'm learning
how to gracefully release
those not meant for me.

but more often than not
my wishful thinking
gets the best of me --

why couldn't you
why couldn't you be meant
why couldn't you be meant for me?

Come on now,
smoking?
I thought you were better than that...

Well, you know,
times are hard.
But why shouldn't I?

I have to say,
out of all your attempts
at chasing death,
this has to be your dumbest one to date

Hey man, *******
what do I have to prove to you?
It's not like you ever stuck around for me.
You never taught me right from wrong,
you only told me what was wrong
when it was too late.

It's about her,
isn't it?



isn't it?


Listen man,

It always was

I know what you're thinking but

But I'm right

Yes, okay yes
you're ******* right.
Happy? Is this
what you wanted to hear?

You know,
smoking twenty packs a day
couldn't help you

And your point is?

I can

Listen man,
I'm no charity case
and you know that

I know you miss her

I know you stare at her pictures
when you know nobody is around
and I know you choke back the tears.
I know you never wanted to let her go,


.......


But I know you did

What was I thinking?

You were thinking you could live with out her
that some day, you'd stop thinking about her.
Now, let me ask
How's that working for you?

Why?

Why do you have to kick me while I'm down?


If not me, than who?

Listen,
as far as I'm concerned,
you can sit around and whine and whine
whine and whine
But when it comes down to it,
it's just me and you,
you and me.
But I'm telling you now,
it doesn't have to be like this.
It can be you and her.

Can it?

Only if you want it to be