Truth be told

Truth be told

I and facing me

in the mirror

just him and me and I

look into his eyes

in my mind's eye,

and search for any

wrinkle on his face

and I,

I am but confounded

for between the two

of us, in the end,

the whole point is 

who emerges

winner,

inspite of who we are

truth be told.

And I flinch

for I see myself

in it all

inspite of him

having his hold on me

him being the boss,

and me just

a titular 

head

with nothing of me

about me

to my credit, or his.

The mirror

hanging on the wall

shows cracks on the face,

my face,

of broken images

of me

on myself.

Wait dear judge

let me dress up

my face, even out

my wrinkles

and let me stand tall

and beaming. 

Yes it is okay now,

judge.

                                          ...... Ramakant Pande

© Ramakant Pande

And together, we'd have done it all

I and myself
we sit down a very 
once in a big gap
of a time
and often we talk
If we'd been
together
you would have said
about how lovely it all is
and I
I would have said yes.

You'd have been
surprised
at the strange things
I had 
to show.

You'd have
laughed 
at the long stories
I had 
to tell.

You'd have cried
sobbed
at the short sorrows
I had
made you feel.

And together 
we'd have 
fulfilled 
our destiny.

                                        © Ramakant Pande