You may be white, and life can make you turn black.
Thanks to grey.
Truth shocks.
When it stares at your face.
Probably it had a mask.
The mask gives way to the heartache.
If you reply, you are reacting
If you are reacting, you are involved.
So, be cold.
That's the best way to be.
Know yet act as if you know nothing.
Look at the problems and stay away from solutions.
Why absorb the trauma of someone elses fate.
Listen to the question, and stay quite.
For once staying quite is not being dumb.
It's staying away from the trap.
If you inquire, you are in trouble.
Sharing your feelings is inviting a headache.
It breeds expectations.
So what you were friends.
So what if he understood you.
So what if you confided in me.
You were looking for a trash bin.
You are now clean.
You have discarded the crap from you.
He has it now, and you don't have to take it back.
Convenient.
So what if you used his shoulders.
And left the traces of your tears.
So what the water has evoporated and the salt is still there.
So what if you held those hands and made him feel like his extention.
So what if you poured promises into his ears and pushed it down his heart.
It takes seconds to get back to what you want to be.
Or project a new face.
A kiss in not a seal you put on someone forever.
A tight hug is as tight as the space between your fingers.
Be like that soul that ditches the body.
Without warning.
Without any feelings.
Without any life.
No matter what the body did for the soul, the soul never cares.
It flies away never to come back.
Probably to get into another body.
And the act continues.

PK Anil