If I could apologise, I would in a jiffy...
Rewind the past and the words unsaid,
Efface the hurt and bitterness seeping through,
Score out the rancour and despise all around,
Blot the deeds and thoughts that pervaded,
And play up the drollness and oneness that we used to share...
I hope heart-of-hearts for a rapprochement, a reconciliation...
I wish to plead and entreat my cause,
Make you understand and consider my stance,
My conscience never scuppered, never violated...
Yet, something forestalls me, pulling me away from your path;
Warning me of your prevarications, your equivocations and prejudices...
Once again, I am forced to rehash my past retentions...
Only to realise, your minor lies and deception finally outgrew your affection for me...
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
Saturday, 7 August 2010
People who condemn me,
People who shun me,
The crowd that loathes and despises me,
Everywhere I go, the stares and fingers follow,
Yet bearing the brunt of savagery, I keep spurring forth...
Hiding and cowering, never my intention;
For my scurples are as intact as ever...
But the world of quagmire, makes them appear old and redundant...
The denial to sell my conscience labels me a worst offender...
Allowing sincereity, integrity, protest and bellows fall in the same bracket;
Leaving a bitter taste about the passion and dedication to my chosen field of career...
People who shun me,
The crowd that loathes and despises me,
Everywhere I go, the stares and fingers follow,
Yet bearing the brunt of savagery, I keep spurring forth...
Hiding and cowering, never my intention;
For my scurples are as intact as ever...
But the world of quagmire, makes them appear old and redundant...
The denial to sell my conscience labels me a worst offender...
Allowing sincereity, integrity, protest and bellows fall in the same bracket;
Leaving a bitter taste about the passion and dedication to my chosen field of career...
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