Jan 1, 2009

Dont Ask Me.

No. Dont ask me what is wrong.
Everything is. Not just this.
No. Dont ask me who is wrong.
I cant confess. And feel the guilt.
No. Dont ask me why it is wrong.
All I know is, it is not right.
And, no. Dont ask me how it went wrong.
If I knew, I would have stopped.
No. Just, dont ask me anything.
It is all just wrong.

1 comment:

Krishanu said...

I think the best thing about this poem is the straightforward emotions and singularity in your approach....sometimes..honesty and simplicity go hand by hand...