Poems Without Tilte

• Time and again it is proved,
  I am selfish and rude.
  So what, let them think,
  I know what I am, blink
  Or stare,
  These are really rare
  These are misconceptions,
  Out of faulty perceptions.
  

• Do you think I need importance?
  I don’t know but people say so
  Why? Again I am not aware.
  Should I make my stand clear or
  Let them with what they think.
  I have decided I should come out and
  Let them be on their perception.
  
  You the reader need not turn on me,
  What I need is patience,
  To listen, to understand, to decide
  Is it wrong to ask about something
  Which went on between three out of four
  Friends, by the fourth friend?
  Was that a ‘personal’ talk?
  
  Whenever I think of this, I feel a little guilt,
  Childish at times
  For showing curiosity
  But is it wrong to be curious?
  To know what happened.
  Yes I think so because
  It breaches friendship’s code of conduct.
  
  Are there such codes? For
  I have heard ‘With friends you dare to be your own.’
  Yes and I have lost faith in this saying
  Because I have started to feel
  Relations, of all sorts, are based on mutual understanding.
  Receiving from one side and giving from other.
  I end up receiving bitter words and they end up giving pain.