Transitions.

If you ask me why,
I've changed,
I cant give you,
A clear answer,
Except look away.
There are things,
I want you to know,
But I shall refrain,
From reducing them to syllables.
I dont want the
Look in your eyes to change.
I'm afraid again,
Of letting you in
Too deep,
Unsettling the arches,
Of my so called defences.
You know me too well.
Distance- seems more of a security
To keep at bay-all my confusions.
When all along,
Proximity raises phobia.
No more do I want to
Live in self-doubt.

Silence.

Engulfed by the icy winds,
So long,
Have I, given way to the passiveness,
Of my soul.
Rotting in negligence
Of my own voice.
Somewhere,
I had,
Lost my way.
I see it all now.
Clear- in the crystal clarity of the night.
There's been too much of silence
In me.
Waiting for the right moment,
To burst forth -
Pour out its rain and filth.
Crash ashore.
Beyond barriers
Of defiance.
And rise up,
In menace.
So long have I,
Longed to break
The shackles,
That had chained me,
To my empty past.
For me now,
Finally I feel,
That the time has come.
To eveolve-
Metamorphose,
Into a new state of being.
Be a new me.
Shed all skins of the old.
Look ahead-
With a clearer focus,
A sharper vision.
Retrospection, then,
Has given a brighter meaning,
To my silencio in solitude.