To ease the pain you feel you can do it, you get up every day and you brush aside the thoughts that destiny is miles away
Fate lets you hold on to ground, hoping that today might be different and it isn’t
So every night you go to bed, dejected, and you think
What’s the point of all of this and yet again you are tricked by another dream
And the dream shows you a dream of a life with things, a better way of life
Not just some morals and you hope and you fall sick with the hope
Dreaming that another day, another morning might be different from today.
Crimson red roses, a blush, a kiss on the cheek
A flirtatious wink, a nervous peek
Blood rushing, intense heart beats
Counting seconds, for the wait to end
The revelation behind the curtain, the mystery
Long lasting illusion, wiped away for once
Yellow sunflowers, light, something bright
Loosening the grip of the fingers, moving forward to touch
To understand, to feel or even believe
The yellow mess
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.