It gets better with age, that wrinkle deepens down the mouth line
To the throat, exposing your hidden strife
It does get better, with coping, learning, pretending
The smiles, leave an impression
A ghost of a memory, fond,
Close to the heart, with a rhythm
Longing for the young days
It does get better with the warmth in hugs
One for each lonely soul, always craving some more
A person to make a home, a harbour to shelter the storm
The skin, flaky and dull, waned like the moon about to go down
A whisper, time is up.
But it does get better as you grow
At loving or loathing, it is all means to an end.
Love knows no bounds
It won’t fit in the palm of your hand
It’s like the sand, it’s like the oceans
It’s like a dream, of a distant merry stream
Water which flows, its the sound of the gleam
The sun with its sloppy grin, its the rays in between
Love is mighty, but minute
It is vast, but fits in your small heart
The stream will flow, till it meets the river
And the river will meander until ocean wipes every drop
Love is the name of the endless, of the eternal
If you forget, was it ever love?
She never wanted the last page to turn
Never wished for the story to end
A sense of tragedy, hoping the scene had never begun
Gaping holes, open wounds
The bright sun overhead, making her swoon
It’s not love, its not you.
She knows it
But she can’t breathe you out.
So when I reach, the end of the corner street
Looking back, one last time
I hope to see you there, waving at me
Lying to you, smiling away but my heart bleeds
Words give way to misery, leading to tears on my cheeks, in your name
Someone to stay for a while
One moment, my forever
Locked away in the pages of the past
You can keep me close, in your diary at night.
Watching over us both, the moon also cries, shedding melancholy
On my night stand,
So when I turn, the end of the corner street
Walk away, with a picture of us in your hand
For no pain greater than separation of the soul, no greater night than the night we mourn.
It’s been years since a word was uttered
A flame, rekindled
Fire, to engulf the darkness
A realm of light.
It’s you and I,
No starry nights in our favour.
It’s an empty canvas, waiting
Waiting for you to splash your colours across the canopy
And on to me, to ignite the light
Of our forever.
It’s beautiful what you do to me
A heart, beating in your name
I do not wish to be a part of you
But be you. All you. Only you.
In this nightmare, my light.
I refuse a forever which does not lead to you.
I deny the life, without you, by my side
Little do they know, I breathe through you. Only you.
It’s the darkness under your bed
Lurking right behind your head
Racking up your brain, forcing you to think insane
Giving rise to your fears, making you feel like shit
It’s the white spots you see when you close your eyes
Not wanting to see anything that reflects light
It’s the puny thoughts of failure, of being alone
Which drag you down to your personal hell
And then they come and say
“Hey, why are you so depressing?”
It’s not m
You, it’s that.
That thing which is dark, circling the drain, about to drown
And you say, “I am sorry for spoiling your mood.”
While dying and withering away in the darkness which is your own.
It is simple, if you ask me
There’s a straight face, with a slight wrinkle
Faces make facade, make up is their war
Paint a smile, and away they go
Pretending, deceiving, all in sync
Like a movie, slides changing
Same message, different tone
The usual, the monotonous voice droning on
It’s just a wrinkle on a smooth face.