The sense of non-belongingness,
And the lonely stare at the stars keeps me cold.
My soul has ties to the lies of society and beliefs, yet
I am made of dust and mist.
The romance of the unexplored universe is an adventure
Yet entire beauty is down here - in a lover's kiss

Oh, faith,
Do play a part in my life
I just want to reset and rest
The stars don't talk to me,
Until the sun rays warm my face.

Finding you was a dream or crime?
I have only learned to love you as mine.

We meet up behind the broken window,
You tell me your day was rough and hollow.

Wish I could do anything to make it good.
Also, wish you could let down the hood.

You take out a knife and ask me for some blood.
Some? For you, I'd let it flood.

As my nerves lets the guard down
You take me in your arms
Just before the storm.

You fall to the ground, hold your stomach, and bawl
Placing the knife in my hand, you ask me not to trust you at all.

Would you be here if it were so easy?
Who lives? It's either you or me.


Your grip on my hand is so tight,  
You confess you are so scared for my life tonight.

I take your face on my palms and sigh,
I wish this was as easy as black and white.

Now, I have a decision to make.
Where's the ****** coin for God's sake?

I will write you
The real you
In a different light

I will write you
Until you root for yourself
Until you find yourself
Until you realise you deserve the things you dreamt of
Until you realise you can dream more

Be it a dead silent dark night,
With the clock counting dead hour.

Or a walk through a chaotic lane
With the people busy in chitter-chatter.

My thoughts have completely been absorbed
By the warmth, and everything that is him.

My mind has gone wild.
It doesn't stop dreaming and thinking.

I wish I could post my senses to an eternal rest
Because it's beautiful and exhausting.
Gleeful and yet hurting.

An exotic fragrance
An evergreen dream
A fire of desire
An aid while I scream

A touch of mystery
A feather of affection
A face of reality
A 'wow' for perfection

And alas!
A long wait with a lonely breeze
A tinted smile with the play of bewitchery
A half written story, and my smile would freeze
A moistened faith of countless escape
Is what gets best of me.

They say "Time passes so fast"
2018's November only means
2017's is now a past.

So consumed with desire
To write down whole of you
In the ink of love, imagination and freshness.

And then, feel you again
As warmth and memories.

A dire need of a fragment, a real you.
I promise it won't take long
Just the touch of the spirit to dream along.