I chose the wrong cake,

and then it started: the Great --


Cardamom Quarrel.

They keep arguing

in my presence, obviously --


I need to know this.

Swear words jump around

wildly in a steaming cloud --


of squabbling voices.

Sometimes she answers,

she is very indignant --


and doesn't talk to him.

It did not happen,

you cannot remember that!


I was not like that!

we build a bridge
one brick at a time
that will hold our weight

so we can run into
each others arms again

On the times they had

a quarrel, she lectured him --


from his own poems.

we cried blood that night
you almost pulled the trigger
almost , as if the bullet was eager to kiss your lovely head
we locked eyes
and everything went dark
who kissed the bullet ?
it's a mystery we don't want unfolding

Broken clocks fixing the time,
The elegists are singing the hymn.
The sky shedding its tears,
As for who will bear the bearer.

The ink is fading as the time is near,
The ticking of the clocks is all I hear.
Second-by-second, minute-by-minute,
Can't let them be my source of despair.

Running before time to end up straight,
Just to find it was written in the fate.
I hit them hard they hit me back,
Gained a moment, lost a million days.