and there i was
droopy eyes
head throbbing
chest heaving
i am tired
i want to get fired
fired from this position
position of my own creation
i want to stand and look away
walk towards another way
but my essence insist though
that we will look this through
and so i shall watch till the end
with this frustrated wish in silent

and please do forgive me
you who couldn't foresee
the blooming rose of yellow
has morning glory as a fellow
and how awkwardness creeps in
even as the sun shining
even hard as concrete logic may be
wave of emotions prevails eventually
though it is just short lived
no harm done hopefully
all the words, the touch, the thoughts
it is deserved and fully thought

if a tearless tear were to drop
or the flaming silence were to rise
i am guilty as charge
as not angel but mere mortal i am