gentle demon there is that silence. corroding the comfort of confidence. no one looks beyond this face. no one wants to know the pain. each one comfortable weaving his/her mask. and the one that tries to unravel gets caught in the web of relationships. its better to remain peripheral, lurking at tangent, jousting feelings in casual candour. using to anchor. using to launch. cause its no use merging; all is momentary. you were mine once. you are mine again. waltzing in thought. divorcing in truth. how long can one play this game of shadows, that are one s own but can never possess.
Pradeep N. Mane 's Questions:
This poem is about relationships - heartbreaks, comfort, pining and regretting. does it convey these facets ?