You lay your cards
one by one
perhaps,you like to strategise
I don't understand mind games
Naivete`- you decide
as you arrogantly summarise
You don't like what you find
I refuse to be customised
your words create a rant
and die.
I look for substance
Time and again,
you go in your shell
lugging along a bag of monosyllables
and,
your deadpan expression
I want to bang the pots and pans
just to dispel the silence
Very predictable,
I find this
just like the result of
a rain-washed cricket match
which you pretend to watch
with such seriousness
You look askance,
drumming your fingers on table,
waiting for some reaction.
This time,
I refuse to oblige
