Strangers in a Room

While I see you strut around,
Making demands to see things all perfection.
Sharing the space, sharing the time,
Without giving a piece of you,
Taking away chipping pieces of mine.

While I see you giving commands,
Follow the order and I will hear no noise.
Aberrations met with cold silences  or hell fire,
Only with me, never with you.
You are never wrong while I am never right.

While I see you shut me out,
Looking through me, building walls to be here and yet away.
All communication limited to courtesy calls,
Only that courtesy seems to be a bit one sided.
We are just loners who are strangers in a room.

Passersby

Hi..just wrote my first post birthday poem for 2016.
So here goes..

Passersby....
By Kuheli Roy aka Kasak

Indeed it would be queer to cross paths without a glance,
Committing the other to memory.
Not a word spoken, no dream shared,
Just a series of random coincidences for meetings they know not they have had.

Or do they?

In that split second of passage,
Who knows what's in store for them.
For they have shared more than it may so seem to the mundane - time,
No matter how short it may be or long enough for destiny.

Isn't time relative?