We no longer talk to each other
We entertain ourselves
We do not exchange ideas
We exchange our selves
We do not argue with propositions
We argue on celebrations
We talk over facebook.
On twitter and WhatsApp
We comment on the posts
Being a hint of a ghost
But we do not talk
We ‘like’ the colour image
But we do not appreciate
We twitter but do not whisper
We WhatsApp not wish each other
We have stopped talking
To catch up on sleep conversation
We have stopped talking
To catch up on eaves fabulation
I needed her to stop
Need to hear the pain
To see the way she talks
Twisting her bra strap
And fidgeting her wrap
I know that if she kept talking
She will tell me everything
But she could talk
If she was a sphinx
She could have talked,
If she was a stone
She could have talked
I wondered when she'd get tired and talk
When you talk even after you stopped
Like the battering of pingpong balls
Like hitting the croquet on the walls
We can't talk about it
I know she won't
So I don't even try
It's what goes unsaid between us
That builds up like a wall
You have to either knock the bricks
Let them keep stacking
Until eventually you want to talk
I like to talk for a long time
Only when it's something mundane
Like the colour of oranges
When you see them when sane
All this talking,
This rather liquid confessing
Has become something progressing
I told her that she should talk
Without the hands-free or mobile
Enough of this to be sure
Does every conversation with you
Have to be with mobile in the ear?
Don’t talk while you’re talking
It interrupts and is disturbing
I mean don’t talk in the mobile
While you are talking to me
Are you talking to me?
Or you are talking in the phone?
The only thing better
Than word of mouth
Is to talk it out
Give me at least two words
Talk to me
The thought of talking
Makes hers gut ache
I think that during talking
It’s not so much what you say
It’s how you say it that matters
What’s being heard is secondary
To what’s being seen
As body language leads
And dictates the scene
Whatever you want to talk about
And that you don’t want to
Tell me about it
We can talk about it
The comma is my favourite,
the fullstop is not.
The comma is continuation
the fullstop is annihilation
I didn't think I could ever
Bring her to do
It seemed foolhardy to me
Like an uncooked egg
Deciding to come out
There would be a risk
Of spreading out too far
Turning into a comic speech star
We must talk over a cup of coffee
Without the newspaper or the phone
Just sit down from the din
And talk it out with a grin
Leaving dregs in the cup
Like words till untalked
They talked,
They did not talk
About talking.