Art of Cimeries

Misery loves company,                                      
But does she love me.                                   
                                   Boon lives solitude,
                              Does he hate me?
The thought alone,                              
Makes my heartbeat.                                  
                       I cannot bear,
                             So I swiftly fleet.
She hides and runs.                              
But soon I’ll grasp.                            
                                       I must find a way out.
                                            Before I give in and ask.
You run as I chase.                           
I’ll free you. I’ll halt.                              
                                    He’s stopped? Why?
                       Was I at fault?
A bump from behind.                               
                                                   He’s right here before me.
Was she chasing?                      
                                                   Together with no spacing.

I ask…      
          I ask…
We stop and chuckle.

The answer was clear,
With the kiss we share.



Poem By Sanjeev 'Cimeries' Retnasingam