I can easily call it quits, but why should I.
I can easily decide to end this endless saga called life,
But why should I.
The lure of the senile darkness which I often see around,
Calls me every night as i return to my weary nest,
Battered, Bruised, Tired and Lost,
I get an inch closer to its embrace.
That is when I can easily call it quits,
But why should I.
Why should I when I still shine with some juvenile smile,
And some nascent thoughts still provoke me to write,
And your eyes full of life gets me think awhile,
I can easily call it quits, but why should I.

You told me to wait there for you,
Listen to your footsteps as you come,
See, I still hold the pen writing this ode,
Forlorn, yet not the end of this road,
Just For You.

You told me to hold my eyes one night,
And we smile till the last night star fades,
See, My nights never let my eyes down,
As the last star fades without a sound,
Just For You.

You told me to paint my canvas,
With Life that your eyes hold,
See, My canvas worn out but holds still,
My dreams splattered across in free will,
Just For You.

You told me to walk our path,
With your hands in mine as we move,
See, I still walk the distant horizon,
Look for you hands in the colors crimson
Just For You.

Endless I take on this weary walk,
In your thoughts my words get stuck,
See, I still live my world so cold,
Torn, broken yet standing hold,
Just For You.

Not that I am upset with you, my dearest life
I am just a little tired.
Not that I wish to part our ways, my dearest life
I am just a little lost.
We have weathered so many storms together, you remember
I smiled at you at every pain that came our way.
You told me always, look ahead at the bright sunny day
We stopped, we thought a while and again started our way.

Not that you have always been hard to me, my dearest life
I am left just a little bruised.
Not that I cannot answer your innocent inquests, my dearest life
I tend to be just a little shy.
To live a life with you, I have always given and cannot give any more,
And now I am left alone in my own world, does anyone adore?
You taught me to be resolute yet human with a heart to forgive,
I did that, little knowing one day i will only have tears to give.

I do not want to look back counting the gains and loses i shared with you,
Neither I can be so naive to leave our smile aside our ways through.
We have walked long enough in our journey to be soulfully in oneness.
Which no power can take away however mighty its greatness.
As I say, not that I am upset with you in all fairness,
I am just a little candid of myself and this blankness.

All Characters Imaginary
In your life stage show,
Leaving you in an one-act play,
Thronging behind the curtains,
The Stage, the Lights, the People, the Glow
And a very stoic you in your life stage show.


All Characters Imaginary
In your life stage show,
Prompting your moves,
Scripting your monologues,
The Crescendo, the Crisis, the Core so hollow
With a very stoic you in your life stage show.

Their vicious smiles so mesmerizing,
From the depths of darkness keep arising,
Your Space, your World, your Highs, your Low,
And the Moments of truth that let you know
All characters imaginary
In your life stage show.

Dazzling stage-lights fading with time,
Playing hide and seek with your stage regime,
The people standing for you exit with cheer,
As curtains roll down with you in the rear,
Standing you face to face,
Peeling their coats off their surface,
In your life stage show,
All characters imaginary,
Following you in your eternal stage journey.

Around the turn of the sleepy obscure lane
The last memoirs of a love insane,
Rest in solitude the letters haphazard,
You murmured ‘I love you’ and all souls heard,
The pensive chimes bring back moments in turn,
Even for leaving me again, I will wait your return.

Writing my lines aside a smoky window pane
My world soaked in the first clatter of rain,
The unsung bushy violet peeps in vain,
Its presence the world forgets in utter disdain,
The endless way from my doorstep to oblivion,
Even for the grief of it, I will wait your return.

The trail of moments that ticks your presence
Yours own, ours own love in essence,
I feel you around me in the air so thin,
Barely holding me in your arms within,
The fading lights in an evening so worn.
My window panes against the crimson sun,
Even for the sake of it, I will wait your return.