Wednesday, July 18, 2012

I to I

I’m glad you could make it in.
Now, please take your boots off.
Slip into my pair of flip-flops,
I give you now.
We have a lot to talk
But in a few words.
Now, don’t give it
a second thought;
I’m on a break today;
Imagine us
sitting across a table
with a cyanide pill
on a steel plate;
Now here’s the favour
I ask of you.
Just one deed
And this could be
our final deal.
Set me free,
bite the bloody pill.
Amused,
startled
or, bemused?
Knowing you, I bet
you must be smiling
to yourself.
Thinking how stupid I am
To ask you so easily
to give up on your dear life.
Now that you’re already
slipped into my flip-flops;
I want you to picture this
The way I do now.    
How often you’ve told
that this is just not for me.
How many times you’ve said
to give up on our dream.
After you’ve tried and failed,
time and again. I’ve agreed.
But many a times
I’ve too felt this way
When you easily made me
bite the pill.
Well these were the times
I’ve died and rose again.
Now I only wish you were dead.
Because you gave up
even before you tried.

1 comment:

Divenita said...

Now I only wish you were dead.
Because you gave up
even before you tried.

These three lines were the ones I liked.

A different write from your end. Imagined the entire scene actually. Well done. :)