They keep asking why are we so complicated
why so abnormal,no respect
no proper code of obsolete conduct
what happened to sane equations
to precious traditions
why this need for attention
why the need to change the world?
I remain silent ,for i don't want
my answers,sharp and acidic
to melt your manly need to
be the smiling ,secret sphinx
yet,now my heart,it's hard not to
for their myopic questions
overwhelm my sights
Yes,we are complicated
haven't figured out
each other,or cataloged
and publish our couple profile
neither does it bother
,no cares either
we're no labeled clothes
to be insistently hung from
existence's cloth line
nor do we care whether
you buy us off the shelf
now,you may ask,what
are we for an answer's sake
the truth is that i don't know..
two crows drenched in
the rain of love
innocent twins warming
each others' toes,
wriggling around
in the calming womb of life
or may be a father,
a mother sometimes
the roles reverse
but love plays on
in it's own terms
it's complicated,i know
hard seeds indeed
to be thrown and sown
oh yes,we married
for the world's sake
its' shooting blood pressure
but we're not actually partners
in Marriage&Co,
just two humans living together
it's so happened that
he's a lovely man
and me,a writing woman!
