Of Conversation!

Sometimes I ask, can I converse?
Of words sense, thoughts so terse
I know not words to soothe you
I know not pain to hurt through

In days like these, can I speak?
Of thoughts so pure, not childish!
I know I make a lot things rough
I know my days will become tough

Sometimes I wonder, how subtle can I be?
I speak some words for you not to see
I know you mean not those words of pain
I know still, my mind will sustain

Just when I think, these moments are mine
Everything around is an act of time
I know not how to be mature to you
I know how to have a conversation through

I know my words don't speak my mind
I never learnt to utter thoughts, sigh! a sigh!
I am versed to hold back well
Am scared dear, to reveal, to tell

 

Rights!

It fluttered in me for a while,

To move and swim - and made me smile

Now I see, it bulging here

You are mine, my rights - I fear!

O my life! Germinating through,

How to make you mine? I have no clue

Dreams wonder in my sullen nights

I toss and turn to seek my rights!

 

My mind wonders in nights of calm

To hold your rights in thy eager palm

You don't say a word, even then

Do my thoughts make you sane?

 

Waiting now to see that face

To converse with me, till I daze

Give me rights, for you're mine

I promise though, I won't cross my line

 

You are my prayers in bustle and din

Prepared I am to lean in

For rights so dear, I must not share

With none other, only you I care!