Tomorrow you won’t be mine

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…

I would rather

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…

Drops of April rain

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…

I will build

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…

Before you say sorry

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…

The boy in white shorts

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…

Old Mays

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…