Who am I? You ask.I am your juxtapose.

The answers you know,are all yours.                                                  

But your unanswered question,will always be me.

Your Destiny,your fate is definitely yours.                              

But De’ja’ Vu Will be me.

You are the balance,                      

But the fulcrum that could have tipped you,was me.

Tight schedules,meetings planned, perfect pitch is Ofcourse yours. But your resounding isolation,and deafening silence will be me.

Some melodies,hummed tunes, Replayed Songs are yours to keep. But that one note you just can’t get right,Will be me.

Compliments are naturally yours.But your complaints, will be me.

Lingering fragrance,Savoured aftertaste,stored memories,are all yours.                            But your Unquenched, unrequited, reckless greed,will be me.

Your sensibility,your sanity your calm is yours.                                    

But your displaced anger,will be me. 

Your thought,your deed,your action is yours.                                

But The blind you didn’t play,was me.

Trophys you won,forts you conquered,your victories are yours.                                          But the battle you lost without a fight,is me.

Your strengths are Ofcourse yours, but your weakness will always be me. 

This walk is yours,strong,rooted,solid.            

But the flight you never took,Was me. 

Sentences,lines,accent and words are all yours.                          

But The “Could”between your “Should” and “Would.” Was me.

The “What if?” Wil always be yours to ask.                                      

But the answer to that was only me.                                                            

I am your juxtapose.