Hippocratic Why

By : Sashi. Prabhu (zeauoxian) Written on: 23 June 2012 Why do you say you love songs to sing? You glare and walk away when I hum or to my lips a tune I bring. Why to say you love to talk? You avoid people and walk away and them you silently mock. Why do you say in cool waters you love to swim? You sit all day dipping your feet on the banks of the pond filled up to the brim. Why do you say you love to write? You scribble terribly notes which within your self fail to ignite illusive delight. Why do you say you love the cloud? You gawk and gape at them and silently scorn at them as the sky they begin to overcrowd. Why do you say you love the rains? You open up an umbrella in a downpour and your emotions constrain and within yourself contain. Why do you say you love the sun? You walk around in shades and to a shady spot you choose to run. Why do you say you love the wind and the breeze? You close the windows and shut out the view to the scenic beauty of the flowering trees. So now I am afraid when you say you love me Because you will not let me be me You will look through me when you say you love me, Our future together in your heart’s eye not envisage and see. Then why do you say you love me Then why do you say you want to be with me……..