Inundation

What do I have here In my mobile? Jokes, Quotes, Poems and Prose. Words of response Buttered with humour Candour, warps of ‘dear' And a seemingly friendly Call to me: I being his ‘buddy'. Though he knows That to me, he is No more that friend Of mine I once loved. These baubles, trinkets And candies of sugary Sweet smses that he Keeps sending me… Often telling a tale Of how miserable he is And yet he is doing these Things to please me. Does his plight warrant Any sympathy? No, Never. Not anymore From me. I've had the bitter Taste of his fake friendship When he turned out to be More of a foe than a friend, Letting me down in every way. No going back that way. I know if I give in to his Wayward charms, feeling Vulnerable as before… He'll leave me writhing in pain. And all my hurt will bolster And boost his swelling pride Of a victorious conquest on The vanquished lover in me. So let this inundation of his Friendliness continue… Let him play his cards well Now I know how to play them too. I've seen his lack of empathy His vacant ‘care' of empty words The scars of my painful past - Still revive those ghastly memories That so often flood me… In a deluge of silent tears And sleepless nights. Now, he has all the time for me The once ‘busy' man Who made me await his mails And messages for weeks and Months endlessly… As if he was a VVIP. When I used to query about his Prolonged periods of nonchalant Silence, he used to tell me not to Expect as Expectations beget Pain. That very same man Now talks of living life With hope. He knows that he has lost me Forever… So what is the point of all this Hypocrisy? Maybe with all his Inundation of ‘feel good' Messages, he is trying to Offer himself some Self-consolation With the hope of a Reconciliation As a lost and found ‘Apu' that I was to him. But all said and done, I have only this to give him: A Reminder - Don't Expect. I may cause you pain. Don't you know that Expectations don't beget Love, care, warmth and Reciprocation? They only beget Pain.