Crack...

A crack in the earth,
Blank...
Dark...
Dumb...
Parched...
Misshapen and Wide,
Alone...
Dirty...
Dilapidated...
It stares at You.
Or,
Is it you...
Blank...
Dark...
Dumb...
Parched...
Staring at It?

It happened one day...

It happened one day, they played a trick again...
I tried very heard...searched all corners of my brain...
Here...there...not just the mind but also the soul,
Where did they go...a half, if not a whole?
I had felt them lurking sometime ago...
But the tongue did not have them, the heart did not know.
So I cried, abandoned, alone...a long time,
Someone knocked, and I saw...the words had finally arrived...

So here I am...in the middle way,
Trying to learn to use words,
And every attempt is a new start,
And a different kind of failure...
- T.S.Eliot

Crookedness...

I am a nice girl...I really, actually, confidently believe this...
You cannot contradict this...sounds dictatorial?...okay, may be...
But the fact remains...that I am nice...and most people will agree...
You don't...and it makes me sad...but...I say it again that I try being nice always...
So where is the crookedness that you see in me?...it doesn't make you sound nice...
And all those who agree with me are also NICE...actually,really,confidently...
You still don't?... ;-)