Oscillating Pangs

When I play with the strings,

Never does it whisper in your heart?

The beats together, forming the circular rings,

hoping to reach your centermost part.

For me it happens always, that I tinker with my ways

to reach the lighter you.

Seeing you virtually, with the ‘green’ light,

I often laugh at my plight.

Didn’t you get that sudden pang,

When the telephone bell suddenly rang,

Hoping to hear the softer you,

With the possibility to see the real you.

The hopes ended in vain and the pain oscisllating again!!

Let’s end the mind game of ‘red’ and ‘green’

Let me remember the days when you were not so mean,

I wonder if it is just my wish list

Would my desires will always be covered in this thick mist?