Almost saw you the other night
Oh no,
Not here,
In my dreams
No wait!!
In my nightmare.

Love knocked on my door
like a rainy day, under the leaky roof
Love knocked again
like a sultry dawn, over the shadows of the roof
Love kept knocking until the winds were frost
Love sailed through seas
and battled the waves
Love said hello on the darkest nights
Love said goodbye on the brightest nights
Like a ship in the storm cradled by the sea
Love was lost until it was found
Love was lost until it was drowned

Love sounds like music to me
Music sounds a little like her voice
And a bit like her breath
Over the way she would call my name
Slow soft tones, I think I love my name
It's a ******* music to my ears
Her love is the ******* music I can't stop listening to
Until it wears me out of my trance
And I find the home, the sense of belonging in her music
I find everything I ever wished for in this music

Take 1
Lights camera action
Action goes :
I'm twirling
You are dancing
****** that's the wrong step

Take 2
Dim the lights, blame the frights
Just be perfect
A pin up doll
Hear the song
Twirl along
That's it, that's the shot

Take 3
Why again?
The replay again
Picture perfect
Once and again
Once and again

When a muse
Turns me into a muse
Pours poetry into the hollows of spaces
Between the  words unsaid
When my muse
Calls me a muse
Here with the ink dripping neath the eyes
True to said word, turned me into a poem
Not one, not once
Many a times
Dear loving muses
Pen down the words
I am collecting pages
Now where do I store these pieces?

a dead rose for one
split petal apart
dead rose for two
dry scurry rush for one
thorny blood sting for two
dead petal black end for one
red petal dark fades for two
dead rose for one
dead rose for two

I wont close the windows
For I would let us breathe
When I build a home
I will let the curtains be dark
We’ll play a game where we’ll let the light in and trace back the dark
When I build a home
I would leave my room unlocked
Oh and there will be mirrors reflecting us pure
I will grow lilies in the backyard,
Cause roses would *****
I will have ceilings so high
Only we could ever reach
On Sunday mornings my home would wake up late
On Monday nights my home would slumber right at dark
On the porch in the evenings I will play music so soft
It will soothe me and my home
And will let me stare at the stars.