Arguments Dissected

Safety is just danger misplaced
Sanity, madness delayed
Laughter is just like crying with no sound
Lost, until found


If right is just a point of view
And if it’s true till proven false
Then good is bad,
bad is good

So, the end is a beginning
For the beginning once was the end

A Byte From My Memory

You fed me with your hands
I smiled
Looked deep into your eyes, ate
and sucked your fingers instead
The crowds oblivious
A sweet cover
My lover
It was innocent
Disguised
Legs under the table
Entwined
The food was good
No. Lovely
The taste of your fingers exquisite
The prints etched on my mind
Forever . . .