The balloon.

Held by a nail on the wall,
A gas balloon stands upright
And cries, "Let me go, let me go".

Out of ignorance or pure cruelty,
the rusted nail stares back emotionlessly
And asks, "Where do you want to go".

Lost in thought, the confused balloon,
soaks the mild winter sun
And breaksdown, "But I want to go, I want to go."

The Party

The half eaten plate of Biryani,
The empty glass of Whisky,
The lost fork on the table
And the vacant chair in front of me.

They cannot speak to me,
But they can see me and hear me too.