Clandestine

Sometimes we wait too long,

To speak our minds.

We let lingering truths linger,

We let sporadic clocks, chime..

We allow patient seams to fritter away

Like a sparrow does with the timber of the tune

That she was shrouded by; shrill words tearing 

Ears, each word she utters, careful, today.

While the first day it was a free reign, until

Some unctuous winds carried to her, criticism.

Just the same way as copper utensils in a house

Of steel, are anyone's delight, until bronzed, 

With wear and use, both are the victims

Of sundry needs and glances.

Just the same way, some things,

Are stowed away in careful pockets

Because they have borne a lot of perusing

When kept in the open. 

Like love. Like hurt. Like envy. Like silence.

Trust and truth are two things I can list,

That are given, that are l'habitude.

I tell the truth because it is, it exists,

It is what I perceive, it is what I've lived..

And I keep your trust, because I've learnt

That it'll help you keep mine, it will help

Us trust when we'd like to embrace the world,

Arm on its shoulder, when most of it has 

Slumped into Quasimodo-like impassiveness.

And it will help us be trusted, when most

People are subjecting us to scrutiny

Not the boring-under-a-pince-nez-kind-

More the nerve-racking 

Flitting-over-because-you're-unreliable, kind.

But I tell the truth each day, keep and build trust,

Every minute. So it becomes burnished rust

On blemished iron. When left in the open,

It thrives, but exasperates. So I wish to clean

It right off, imagine how the iron would

Look if I polished it a bit. I want to 

Stow away the Established and toy with

The Forbidden. I want to let lingering fade,

Sporadic clocks stop, and the sparrow,

Enjoy her daily song on the reeds of 

A comforting wind. 

I want to break out 

Break free

Out of the routine,

The accepted, the understood,

And traipse with ol' taboo

Until I can convince myself

(And I know it won't take long)

That unconventional is too conventional,

And so may I please return,

My sense of adventure satisfied,

My thirst for rebellion quenched,

To the Garden of Eden,

And not touch flower, forget

Forbidden fruit..

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