A Friend or a Foe

If someone laughs at me,

who is he?

a friend or a foe.

when i look for justification,

I find multiples of iteration.

which ones should, I negate.

to which one's be I considerate.

He may be a friend,

feeling a chuckle,

could not put hook.

Resulting into,

his foeish look.

He might as well be a foe,

enjoying my times.

of course Rough, it can't be Smooth.

watching my moves,

as a Spy,

standing by me in a back turned mode.

what shall i do,

to make my busted mind.

talk it loud or crush it down.

After all, it is a thought.

making me labour,

to figure all out.

Hey, shall i think over it again.

Can't he be a no-one,

just making a nice gesture.
trying to soothe me,
and take it a step further.

Ooh my god,
Your Unpredictable Creatures..

Can they ever be judged,

and that too by look, behaviour & Posture?

After You Left...

After you left.

I m not sure i wept.

I may have shed tears,

but none for those glorious years.

The moisturizer was just,

in anticipation of pain.

pain,

which by your exit, i would gain.

the withering blues and Cruelsome rain,

alone i will be to face all of them.

You were mine, i used to claim,

but for the present state,

whom should i blame.

it was my action, which made you decide,

"LETS PART WAYS", to be precise.

now, we are on different tracks,

i fear of some heart attacks.

how would my eyes negotiate,

would they show love or show hate,

when i would in front, encounter your face.

how would i then react?

agony, your hand in someone else's would create.

how can u make Ur head rest,

on the shoulders which r not on my waist.

you will cook not for my taste.

no one will scold, if any money i shall waste.

you would have children,

who wont have my name.

i may get success, wealth and fame.

it wont mean any big deal,

as on getting chocolate,

a child's wound doesn't heal.