I know where it will hurt the most I know when, and how Yet I am holding on to a hope, A little more hope for now Even if this love feels so clear in sight I know tomorrow you won’t be mine It burns and hurts in sweet pains I long, I sob … Continue reading Tomorrow you won’t be mine
I would rather be a clown clad in a tattered gown Than be a neat clone of every pretty one I would rather cry and cry and let the whole being sigh Than pretend to forget that we never really met I would rather so much miss that never happening kiss Than bare my body … Continue reading I would rather
This memory too shall pass like drops of April rain The one that agonizes my world and on my soul it reigns So then what will it be? If not a reminiscence Will it be a passing thought Or just that shallow fragrance? This story too shall remain untold And scattered in pieces … Continue reading Drops of April rain
Crush me with your goodness Walk on the ruins of my sins Watch me tumble down From the rumbles again I will build Shatter me with the weight of your charities Debase me from the pedestal of your pride Defeat me with every sound logic From the pieces of my respect, I will build Mortify … Continue reading I will build
Demand not forgiveness Nor burden them with pleas Say it gently but mean every syllable Even before you say sorry Get into their shoes But expect not to understand Give them some time to heal Way after you say sorry Leave them alone if you can For they may have memories bitter Desire … Continue reading Before you say sorry
He may be a Catcher in the rye That you come across bye and bye To tangle you in his thoughts You know that boy in white shorts At dusk, he floats in the free skies While lying down on his back, with his eyes That inquire in wondrous whats You know that boy in … Continue reading The boy in white shorts
Be a futile quest, know no aim nor rest Or be an enquiry in oblivion, a heart’s cry in vain Let it fade on the horizon, and find it’s own hymn And scatter in sands, or sing deep in lands Dwell in minutes that tickle, in words so fickle Let a memory be born, let … Continue reading Old Mays
She imagines amid the dark clouds that hover on her mountains of sorrow to be a beauty, not the beholder Her agony rains, and downpours in cold seas and cutting waves And drops a drought in her soul There’s a nectar that flows in a stream nearby and leaves her eternally thirsty She … Continue reading Insatiable
I A song from a distant radio Unveils a time gone by Or words woven tastefully Unlock an old key of memories A brooding violin sings Unbuttons the bosom of sorrow A slight touch on the fret Undresses a wound forgotten II I hear a prelude every morn When the breeze plays A bird then … Continue reading Hosanna!
Emotion is like a double-edged sword, you bleed as much as you rejoice. And often you get drenched in a downpour of your own choice. Feeling is like a bird that sings songs of love and war It sits on the pavement of your heart and echoes deep and far. Sensation is like … Continue reading Feel what I feel?