irony is my specialisation...

you say,

you always knew

you could stay by yourself

i say,

i always knew

i could never stay by myself

and 

you got engaged

am still alone...

such is it...

theory of 'relativity'

doleful eyes

iffy climate
iffy ethos
iffy situations
iffy conversations
iffy silences
iffy connections
iffy relations

theory of 'relativity'

we are connected
we are related
in 'some' sense,
that we do not know

guessing the space
sharing the space
feeling the awkward
filling it with
looks
words
comments
silences
hand-shakes
hugs
detachment
coldness
and
love

i look at it to be
surreal
and then
the process becomes only
'my thing'

but
you and i
share this,
right?

how does
realism coincide surrealism?

such
becomes
'theory of relativity'...
you and i

form of lack of sharing...

i don't share
i don't share you
i don't share, you know?

do you understand this?
i don't share 'much'
not because i can't share
but because i don't share...
rhetoric?

you and i,

when i see
you sharing,
i can't take it
i am a bloody possessive person
'one should not be possessive'
says my head,
may be too much is at stake
i don't know
but i don't let that happen.
i feel i can't give it up
i can't give you up
i want to posses you entirely
and that's where i back out
i freeze
not you

but you and i

i am a stupidly man
i am

i get shaken
i get worried
i get jealous
i get disturbed
i get bothered
i get vibrant
i get worried
i get terrified
i get upset
mostly with myself
for being 'such'

such is
an asshole
a pachyderm
spineless
and
loving too,
i hope

well
my reluctance is a million doller baby
am trying to put to rest...

wise men think alike...

i am a stupidly man
i am


i connect
i like
i love
i posses
i share
i hold
i let go

i don't show

i be, distant
i be, quiet
i be, reluctant
i be, rude
i be, composed

i am a stupidly man
i am

my expression is contorted in it's own web
the problem is

the web is for thee
but caught is i

i reach out, well almost
and that's where i stop
with that
'almost'
i can't take the next step
i can't ask for your hand
i can't look in your eyes
i can't look at you at all

i am a stupidly man
i am

my ego is very 'man-kind'
very
my emotions are gross
i hold no sense of subtlety
i talk aloud
i hold as if i am holing an accelerator
i look at you as you are a stone
i call you as if am making a public announcement...

i am a stupidly man
i am