They say all extremes are demarcated by a fine line; well, I
call it a thin line.
Love and hate
Indifference and emotions
Stoic and sensitive
But in real world, far, far way from theory, the words only
become mere instances of an oxymoron rather than being something poles apart. Or
let’s just say circumstances subjugate them to be so; to bow in servitude in
the ever kind embrace of fate and destiny.
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But, you
Yes, you.
Weren’t you a friend when I applied that extra layer of kohl
in my eyes and you veiled me from the audience, swiping off that extra,
accidental stroke to save me from the humiliation that would have wrecked me for
the years to come?
Weren’t you a friend who listened to my inhibitions about
meeting a dentist for that tooth ache that bothered me for the last 8 weeks,
and soothed me from the anxiety of what I would call “dentist will pull away
all of my teeth” ?
Weren’t you a friend in that rainy night when I got drenched
in the rain and you watched me, scolded me, watched me again, smiled, and then
gave in to my crazy antics as I pulled you closer, jumped in the puddles and made
you get drenched too in the incessant shower?
Weren’t you a friend whose ears were the first to know about
the first lie I ever told my parents about never making it to the scholastic
decathlon, because I simply didn’t want to engage in that battle?
Weren’t you a friend I called late in the night, 2ish, 3ish,
I don’t recall, yet the reminiscing talks about life and the future?
Weren’t you a friend I made crazy demands to, from glory and
gore, to bringing the ever antique and powerful hammer of Thor?
Weren’t you a friend I spoke about my fear to, from the
apprehension of broken dreams to the fear of losing you?
.. And then there is
Again a fine line
A wall invisible, and impossible to climb
Demarcations, are they necessary?
When we can be, just we
United by constellations,
Under the peace tree
But then there were thin lines, and we were back to theory.
I find some notions amusing, where are these standards from?
Who is the jury?
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“Got you!”
I winked as I caught his awkward gaze
His lips brushed mine,
And now suddenly, everything was strange.
