HESITATION

AS IT IS NOW, THIS WILL NOT REMAIN THE SAME.
THE HESITATION MAY NOT BE CONCEALED.
BUT IT ALSO THE FACT THAT I DON'T DESIRE TO SPEAK.
EVERY TIME, I MOUNT UP TO MY PROMISE
TO TELL THE TRUTH, THOUGH LIE.
THE AFTERNOON SPENT BESIDE THE WINDOW,
WITH A COFFEE MUG AND A PEN LED TO AN INTRODUCTION-
THOUGH THERE WAS NONE AS FAR AS VISIBILITY IS CONCERNED.
YET MEMORIES, THRONGED AT THE THRESHOLD OF MIND
REMINDED ME I WAS NOT THE ALONE ONE.
THE PATCHES OF LOVE AND PAIN, DEMONSTRATION OF INTIMACY-DIGNIFIED NEEDS TO BE DEFINED.
NOW THE RESIDUES OF MEMORY INVOKE
THE DISJOINTED EMOTIONS, AS IF THESE ARE EVEN TRUE
AFTER THE YEARS' OF STAYING APART.
YOU WERE TO ME LIKE THE SUBMERGED VESSEL
AS ONCE I USED TO BELIEVE SOMEDAY WE'LL FLOAT
IN THE OCEAN TOGETHER.
THE STAIN IS THERE ON THE MUG.
AFTER THE ERRANDS, LISTENING TO BLUES AND
CONSIDERING THE SECONDS, MINUTES AND HOURS OF DISAPPROVAL
I SECURE THE PLACE TO BE FOREVER COCOONED !