Hearts

Empty

Roads

Houses

Hearts 

To the end of a beginning

Or beginning of a change 

Love and Longing 

From the deranged heart

The wind from the sea whispered
It felt kinda absurd
But when did logic make sense
It was the heart and shit quite intense
Guess its just the change
That makes love behave derange-d

No You

No mornings

No afternoons

No more Monday blues

No rides

No bikes

No more other side of the road

No you

No me

No more elevator mystery 

No arrival

Of departures

And no arrivals

Of other things

And another days

Gearing up

For the you used to be someone vibe 

Tell me a Lie

Stay

Is all I remember

When I went to bed

Woke up

To find you not beside

No one to refresh memory

No one to tell the lie

Feels like something

Is broken Inside 

Paradise Blurred

I will see the stars but they won’t shine

I will see the sky but no more of the paradise 

Alienated

Hands wrapped around the waist

And arms that feel like home

I don’t know how is to miss

Something this unknown 

Hide and Steal

The brief string of moments

Hidden from everyone

Will stay longest

On my mind 

Wrapped for the last time

It felt like wrapping an entire life in one night; wrapping every second in years, the skin sunk into a lifetime of warmth midst a mosquito laden night. Speechless, to the extent of being lifeless within another life.

At the break of dawn, when I felt the whiff all over again, it just seemed I was in another intergalactic journey, with quick redemption that stayed all day.

Inhibitions shed, Insecurities forgone, I almost could take the leap of faith.

Enroute

Enroutes…just in different directions…or how about we make a new map?

He says West, She says the wheels should never stop 

Slow Down

Please hold time

And go slowly

It seems to be

Running by

Fast 

The known secret

Stealing moments from the edge

Unknown to the world

It’s a secret which pains and calms together 

Greed

Is there a way the day, the night and the day could all be mine?

Tonight

I hold him tightly to mine

Before he is gone again tonight 

A tiny Curate

Roots

You are no different than I, we both grew up in trees and both grew roots, just in different times. And then we shared the same tabletop. Rough and brown and the bare skin was scathe-d. I will leave the little black letters, hoping they would give you company, and make you feel warm, pressed close between your pages of yesteryear.  

Something-ness

After the hole, it starts getting to be filled by life and living; of being not vindictive or not being the victim. It ceases to become eventful but is a strung in a thread of something-ness. Procrastination is not cool anymore. While you are at the door, I ask you to stay back. What I actually ask for, is sitting on the porch and ask you all the questions I feel unsure about. And smell the freshness of the clothes you wear. Just let me sit there and hold your hand. Even if I pretend to forget, I tend to remember.

At the shore

 While I watched the sun set

 You were the one

 I most wanted to stay

 The more it goes

 The more it grows

 And the more it takes away 

Midst the treasure Island

The wind

And the blue sea

Why does it make me feel closer?

Less like I am getting to know you

More like I am trying to remember who you are

Maybe I have known you before

In another time