Sometimes we chew each other to pieces
And go home with the scraps.
I got my share of scraps, when
I argued with you, my best friend.
The words that come to us are not chosen.
It all started on a trifle which grew,
as big as a heap of garbage,
as we threw each other rubbish.
The heat of our argument, I think,
could melt all snow in Siberia.
Back home, I stared at the carpet,
as though some loved one
is buried beneath the floorboards.
It was silent, except for the sounds-
of guilt that echoed in my heart.
I saw your red face instead of my pale one,
when I looked at the bedroom mirror.
Words are sharper than a two edged sword.
When I meet you the next time, I’ll say-
“Sorry, my dear friend…..”
After an argument
Blossoming Soul 
good one.. 'your red face is all i see instead of my pale face in the mirror..' good pick of words and portrayal of the emotions without overdoing it..
wow… excellent.. feelings well explained with words…
വല്ലാത്ത ഒരു ഗൃഹാതുരത്വം നല്കുന്ന വരികള്.നമുക്കൊക്കെ ഉണ്ടാകുന്ന അനുഭവങ്ങളെ വളരെ മനോഹരമായി പകര്ത്തിയിരിക്കുന്നു.
So that was the plot!……hmmmm good one
I'm glad I arrived here. Thanks for sharing the poem, the kind I do not get often to gulp down.
@ Meenakshi,Thank you very much for the comment. @Suree,Thanks for the comment..Waiting for a new post in your blog..
@ Mufad,I'm happy if I cold bring such feelings into my poem..We all enter into arguments, and later apologize for it..But words once said cannot be erased..That was my point..Thanks for the comment.
@ Bibi sir,Long since..Thanks for dropping by. Happy to know that you are back to full time blogging..
@ Fareed,Thanks for the comment..I have tried on to stick to simple ideas as far as possible..I didn't intend to mean anything more complicated than the literal meaning..I'm lucky to have arrived at your blog too…Keep blogging..
Feelings from the heart !!!Loved the line- “It was silent, except for the sounds-of guilt that echoed in my heart.”Wonderful pick of our inner feelings.
Hi NethaMy compliments ….So lovely lines written :-)You are very talentedKareltje =^.^=Anya 🙂
Hey change the colors of the letters
A lovely poem and I think we all have been there with a friend or two. Thanks for dropping by my blog.Enjoy your dayWendy
Hey gud writting
@ Asif,Thanks for the comment..It is too hard to erase guilt from our heart..It will haunt us forever..
@ Anya,Thanks for the compliment..Loved your posts too..Your cats are very cute..
@ Jon,thanks for the comment..I shall try it next time.
@ Wendy,Thanks for the comment.
@ Shalini,Thanks for the comment, I'm honored.
realy u hav a great chance 2 win d booker prize.be care ful
@ Mohammed Hunais,Thanks for following my blog.Thanks for the comment too..All the best for exams..I'm ready to accept the booker if I'm offered the same!!
Ya, we do have this gulit for ppp who we love th most and hurting them unwantedly. It's difficult to gwet it off ur chest, per my experine. Kp writitng.
hmm Excellent emotions …
So beautiful lines written =]Very well done!
DE mirror image was cool..hmm 2 b frank Siberia didnt make me feel 'gr8'… 😉 on de whole nice one…expectin more..keep pennin..
@ Arnavand and Marinela,Thanks for visiting my blog..Thanks for the comment too..
@ Kochu,Thanks for the comment..I think the Siberia part is a little wierd..Can't think of anything more appropriate to replace that..
Somehow I missed this poem while going though your blog before. Nice job. I could feel the lines and identify with the situation; something that I don't tend to do usually with poetry.