God, isn’t it normal to feel pain when stung?
Isn’t it normal to get mad when loved ones betray?
Yet You ask me to forgive and pray
How can I? with my wound so fresh
Let me cry first, vent out all my rage
I’ll forgive, I’ll pray
First, let me assuage
this temper and then I’ll do whatever You say.
Maybe I love you too much I forget I have
a life when I used to gaze at stars above
when I get time to talk with my alter ego
when I assumed I live in olden times
when things were simpler
when I was alone I was me, naive and content in my own company
Maybe you’ve to tell me more how often I should love my life where I switch off my gadget, imagine we never met
and forge stories about my favourite characters why they ever left
just then my cellphone sings your name and every poem every scriptline that I created
in my head evanesced I forget I too have a life
because I love you so much I cared for no apparent reason.
you can’t beat me over push-ups
i’ve lifted tears heavier than your thews
and you call me manly?
– an OLYMPIAN