There is nothing about tomorrow,  
That today can't be.
There is nothing about today,
That tomorrow can't end.

I wait for a song,
The sweetest to wash my tears.
So when you say you have come
I am not burdened with another goodbye.
I brace myself as your touch,
Withdraws from the places it had once traced.
So when you say you have come.
It will be as if they never existed.

Something about the dewdrop reminds me of us.
Clear and fragile; holding onto one touch.
The soft kiss of the wind,
Enough to distort what bound us.
No faith and no courage,
To return and form the dewdrop.

Call me by my name,
Because I can hear you,
You are just a dream away.
Curled just like the waves,
I can feel your heartbeat,
As mine beats today.

You don't even know me,
I  may pass by as some strangers do.
And if we met for a day,
Your hands might belong to some new.

But I hope the stars, they didn't lie,
When they sang about you that night,
I hope my vision didn't cheat,
When they tied your soul to me.

I have a feeling as old as time,
No love compares, it's you and I.
Eyes don't know, but the heaven sees,
If you weren't here, I know I wouldn't exist.

I hope the words from my lips,
Reaches your ears.
The way the river kisses the sea,
The way the sun touches the hill.

I hope the pain from my heart,
Reaches your eyes.
The way the wind pushes the clouds,
The way the dew falls on the leaf.

I was never perfect,
And I know I will never be.

But I hope your love,
Reaches my soul.
In a way that others never did,
Through a way that others could never see.

A dark place awaits, where I wish to take this skin and bones.
I take long astral walks, to replace this skin and bones.
Summer bird sings,"She will go with her skin.
It's song brings me comfort, not the truth that it is uttering.

The sky above becokons, "Come with your skin and bones."
The earth pulls me down, "This is where they belong."
I loath myself, as I loath these skin and bones.
Divided,I stand in the horizon, along with the summer bird's song.

Kiss me with the eyes,
That only wishes to see.
And for ever cherish,
The dreaded heat.
Comfort - not with words,
That only shroud the love.
But with the gentleness,
Of the ever greatful touch.

I will let you buy me flowers,
Only if you will  stay until they dry,
My love, my  words  are too sharp,
I forget who I am sometimes.
You can send me handwritten letters,
Like old lovers who never die,
I will read, but never keep,
How do I tell my love I am terrified?
When you will lock your eyes on my face,
I can't promise that I won't cry,
It's true that I am not perfect,
But you should know  I never tried.

I have been sleeping for so long,
But my eyes are still weary,
Collecting dust and the ruins.

Memories,
Flutter with their reminisce.
The sweet taste,
Butter in my dried days.

I am sleeping,
But I am tired ever since.
It's not the day you left,
The day I forgot my existence.


Holding on to a spoonful of hope,
Sip and sip,
It's empty and no more.

(If veins were to rupture, could they scream out the agony?)

Written with the ink of solace, binding thousand poems into letters.
If only strength was held more than between these fingers,
I would distribute them, refreshing the velvet clouds.

Lurid to the gazer, its perplexity intertwined to their eyes.
They would stream down, drenching the orb with its tide.
On the lap of the inhabits, who would breakdown like the romantics.
Like a child with unutterable words trying to decipher its meaning.

But saying that would be enough, would be treason- a lie.
Because nothing could dwindle the ruffle precipitating through the burden of this mind.

I asked how long,
Were you going to stare?
At the these vacant eyes,
You said as long as the stars fill the sky.

I wish I had known you sooner.
Because if I knew you,
I would have prepared,
Prepared myself for you.

The depth in wich you dive,
The stubbornness of your soul.
If I knew you loved like this,
I would have loved somebody else.

The burden to return your love,
Burns all of my bones.
The need to trust you,
Turns into a sorrow.

As I hold on ,
To the cinders of my past,
You hold on to me,
I am like a child in your arms.

It's my need to run,
That drives us both apart.
But if I were to open up,
I know you would love me for my scars.

A thousand stars burned  bright,
Crisp and flaky, my skin turned dry.
Waved at the sea, closed my eyes.
I held no remorse, pain was volatile.
They turned me into ashes,
No different colors, only black and grey.
Farewell to all that see me,
I hope to see you one day.

I find myself in pieces,
Not as a half,
Not as a whole,
But as pieces and fragments scattered beyond.

Then I see you,
A single piece of you,
Sometimes half,
Sometimes full.

And I find my self coming,
With all the pieces of me.
To be collect and kept next to you,
Until there is a piece of me.

My casket's empty,
Open wide.
Laid by its side,
Black and White,
Black and White.

Pitchforks and torches,
Mourning night,
Your dead eyes,
Black and White
Black and White.

No burden on your mind,
Innocence criticize,
Stomping on my chest,
"Black and white!"
"Black and white!"

My voice poisoned,
Unnatural and undesired.
I am drowning in red,
Black and White,
Black and White.

Forever trap me in my dreams,
Where uncertainty and reality,
Blends to form a nightmare.

come,
And use me like a chalk.
Slowly and Slowly,
Turn me into dust

The one that logged beneath me,
Leaching to my ethereal body.
A voyage,
Steered by an eclipse.
My thoughts that clogged her spirit.

I put my baby to sleep,
Feeding her a spoonful of hope,
Dormant her little screech.
I put my baby to sleep.

Hush baby,
A mother knows what she knows best.
A dragon that breathes fire,
Lying under my breast.

Hoarding the treasure,
With pride, she naps.
Memories of distance love,
Rejuvenating what she had.

My baby is sleeping,
So I try to keep it quite.
I stand with poise.
So my baby can sleep tonight.

I can hear a crumble,
Of the new that is awaking.
I am getting old and frail,
And she is showing her teeth.

The crimson red paint of my heart,
I took it out and drew a painting on the wall.
The judgements-laced to my body,
I shaped and tied them into a bow.
In the lips that trembled for your name,
I smeared some black lipstick on.
Ripped off that white dress,
Threw away your coat,
I put on my high heels,
Now I am dancing with my ego.

Dusk-
The remnant of the luminance,
After the body disbands into the sky.
Gloomy heart forever wounders,
How far you have reached this time?
Creating a fissure
You crumble through space and time.
In the loom of  treasured moments,
Beaded a sinful goodbye.

How far can this lone man reach?
Standing at the edge of the line.
It's a disease that shreds you from inside.
Periodic memories stern you back,
To the beginning of a finish line.
Here you are contemplating the deceived heart.
But these eyes would never be subjected to tears,
If it could depict the true meaning of being apart.

Let me live,
The way lotous blooms on mud.
Let me live,
The way mountain stands on earth.

Let me have a voice,
Not just your judgement.
Let me have a choice
Not just your ignorance.

Teach me virtue,
With it teach me acceptance.
And teach me to love,
The perfume of my essence.

I want to write you,
Like you draw me.

You pick up the pencil,
I will pick up my pen.

Fill me with colours,
I will fill you with words.

Two artist combined,
Perfectly deserved.

Why are you so near?
Standing so close to me.
I don't have anything prepared,
I am an overspend prophecy.

Why do you want to touch?
A  river-
That will scotch you on the surface.
Don't bring the courage to dive,
Who is going to carry your remains?

You desire to fill the plate.
With the treasured moments,
That your inner heart weaves.
But why should I give you my hand?
Am I that incomplete?

Venturing, you are,
With the best interest.
To restore and bring back,
Accommodating every step.

I lean but I don't ignite.
I see what you strive.
You are asking for more than,
What you are willing to fight.

I sever all my ties with you,
And I no longer submit to your instructions.
I float on this land as I am renewed,
I see you are no longer a human.
You search me but don't  find me,
I am not a phantom that will haunt your dreams,
I am a thought appearing  on your window,
That watches you weave a crestfallen poetry.
Yellow light from a lamp beside the bed,
Heart on your hand, and you can't utter my name.
Unsend letters like dandelions on a field,
The moon glows to remind you of the better memories.

I wounder what would happen if I were to fly away from you,
Would I shine like the star, or perish into the blue

Tallgrass arises in every path I choose to walk,
The sky and earth merge to watch me fall apart.

I am breaking at the seam; your tears justifying what you want.
And you frantically try to sew me with every thread of your heart.


Your stubbornness keeps me grounded,
But let me breach past this sky.
Let me tear out of this body,
Leaving my skin and bone behind.

Let me be blessed with your gratitude,
Let me carry your humble soul's wit.

How do you expect me to be untethered?
If you don't let me surrender on my knees.

Dear, you,
The lad of march.
Don't ****** the curves,
Tapping lets dance.

Twirl and Whirl,
A ditty-
Creation of love.

A moment saved,
For the two of us.

The vision of you in my head,
Blurred the lines of imaginary.
I say I don't, but I do.
Remember every piece of it.

You left with love, with words,
That still rests on its meaning.
Removing the thrones of flower,
I politely let it cut my skin.


You walked so quickly,
Unhesitatingly,
You further walked away.

Until your shadow turned into ghost,
That keeps haunting me to this day .

From heaven- From earth.
Beloved's ashes in air.
Tears dry-drown poem.

If every word I scribbled,
Made you a little close to me.
I would be writing on your lap,
Not far across the seven seas.

Not with a vision,
That's getting blurred,
In the peak of every night.

Not with an ink,
That's drying,
Trickling through time.

Hoped,
To finish what I started,
And walk into sth new.

But destined,
To crippled down in pieces,
Before I could write ,"you".

I asked for something,
To your soul-less eyes.
You wanted me,
I wanted your time.

Your validation,
Could never dictate my future,
But tell that to my heart,
All it wanted was approval

Sinking under your comfort.
Broken heart,
Colliding with the head.

Blessed with your tender love,
Seeking for forgiveness.

Solitude-
Controlling my intelligence.

Non-viable-
My Sentiment;  My spirit.

Rose from my ashes,
Failed to transform into a phoenix.
Keep me alive until the dark,
I will find my way from the beginning.

I am sitting on your fading Utopia,
Dispersed in the Saturn's rings,
My home,
Your cold shoulder.

No need for permission,
You love the grenade's smell.
The rage,
The bullets,
Penetrates -
I  am wounded but sacred.

Fleed from your captivity,
But I am still a part of you
I will carry my broken limbs,
Disjoining, to find sth new.

A concrete tomb,
I will make it my home.
My body can rot,
Sprinkle perfume,
To hid the truth.


Hid in the creeks,
Hid under the moon.
But will never  divulge,
To your utopia's rule.

I carry a knot in my heart.
My hands tremble,
I can't comfort them both.

I have a fear,
It rests on my fingertips.
I have doubts,
Pumped into my veins.

Maybe they are right,
I am not who I used to be.
Maybe they are right,
I should probably give in.

To the flickering light,
That rests on my stand.
To the empty pages,
That I hold in my hand.

Who am I meant to be?
If I leave all my words.
What will remain of me?
If I surrender and let go.

My whole world,
Was build around you.
When you came out walking,
Down it came, crumbling too.


Its ok,
I convinced my heart.
So I build a wall from scratch.


Granular cement,
Plastered over my body.
Layered bricks on top of me.
Under the concrete,
In a tomb, I slept.
Surrounded by roses,
Laid in a thorn's bed.

Hold and pause-
Let your luminance be captured by these weary eyes.
This moment might drive down the hill.
But I will keep them safe above the finish line.

Can I hold and pause?
Let me linger on your shoulder for a little while
These hands might grow cold one day.
But I will keep them warm above the finish line.

When you turn away,
Just let me know.
So that I can hold and pause.
Like two paper planes while will drift away,
Into this dire void tasting the salt at the bay.

I will hold and pause,
I will keep us afloat,
Until we reach the finish line -I'll hold and hold.

Stranger to you.
Stranger to them.
Stranger to me.
           Me

Your beauty is a disaster,
Bitter-sweet anguish it craved on my heart.
Layer by layer, though it peels out perfectly,
It could never reveal what you are.
Your beauty got tainted,
What more were you hiding underneath it?
Succumbed to its insanity.
A prisoner to its entice.
Even with that fading beauty,
You insist on rolling the dice.

Love once forever will be a story to be told.
When your empty heart touches through my empty soul.
More than you baby, these memories last much more.
I saw it from the start, this tasteless desire.
Why do we cry when we find the one we love?
Why do we deny that the nights are getting cold?
Cold....Cold....Colder.

The embodiment of  imagination,
A dream, once seen by the sculptor.
The chisel and the hammer(the love child of two),
A catastrophe or the finest creation.

Polished skin with a little tint of moss,
Augmentation of the ether's divine.
Gods that were entrapped to that beauty,
Cursed her down, only to be preserved inside.

I stand and gawk, allured by the surreality,
Starstruck when I  pondered it.
Beauty lies where beauty bind,
Oh, was she the one staring me?

Before the song of the earliest bird,
Before the sun descends on the frost,
If a fairy were to sprinkle some life,
We would dance past this mundanity,
Oh! another tragedy of time.

But it was too late,
Too late I say.
Abandoned by her father,
No wish to make.

So I  sit beside her,
To make the loneliness still.
Until the morning comes,
Until she doesn't need me.

The murmur of the dried leaves,
Floating in this infinite abyss.
Frosted white beads,
Settling on your lashes,
Like theirs to keep.

Cigarette and perfume,
Amalgam and intertwine.
Our breath-collateral.
Breeding heart's desire.

A dreaded silence,
Thoughts rippling emotions,
An innocent gesture,
Flustering and suffocation.

Glare at your face,
The dusk; the setting sun.
Should I speak or wait,
To settle this commotion.

Even with closed eyes- I see them vividly,
The stretched darkness, bitter melancholy.
They dance up-down, my head-my toe.
Glued to my eyes, but I recall no more.

Written by the angels,blessed by heaven,
And I pour them meticulously,out of my pen.
They would fall like rain,on a parched soil,
Guided by the stars,a guide to my hands.

Call it a tragedy -I left them so bluntly.
I have nothing but, the stollen symphony.
Don't sing like they did -oh the dream I had,
I would sit and cry, but I recall no more.

I watched the clouds.
A soft mumble the heaven echos for my lips.
Though I was pleased to hear its beckoning call,
But tonight I leave my baby for the sea.

Oh, my dearest,
I placed you so close for so long.
Afraid to let go,
I was hurting to move on.

But its time,
Oh yes, its time.
I sheltered within you,
With no roof on top of mine.

I will pave my  way,
Like you did with yours.
Walking through,
The garden of unknown.

I will try,
I will always try.
To cross this  river,
So I can reach the sea in time.

Through every morning,
And the dawning sunset.
I will remember,
Remember the strength.

The strength,
Beaming through those eyes.
Baby, that's how I survive.

With time,
Memories,
Abates at each phase,
But tonight I put my baby to rest.

I      

Forgive

You .    

To            

Forget  

You.

Little bird chippers,
In the warmth of your sanctuary.
Feathers, blue and purple,
Her home your sanctuary.

The bulb on your desk,
Her, sun and the moon.
Hill, she would love to conquer,
The bed in your room.

Your house,
The galaxy.
The streets,
Her universe.
Little bird chippers,
For the food and the shelter.

The rails, her window,
Cold steel,
The warm bed.
Fedders,
A field of beetles,
water,
you forgot to fill today.

Little bird chippers,
In the warmth of your sanctuary,
Feathers, black and grey.
Her heaven your sanctuary.

Sky-
Ruptures with melancholy sending down a million drops,
Sought to rejuvenate what has been deemed lost.
I set my eyes on the brightest pearl-
I set my eyes on the final thought of us.
The change, its turbulence, hindering the highest monks.
Land cleaves, lightening bolts-firestorm from the sun.
The chopper sinks, limiting all hope,
All the artefact lunged to its mother's womb.
Harbouring all  ships below the leg of the mourning mountain,
They sing a song to their father-judgement disbanded.
While space is distorted, the land gets barricaded,
The dreams of the lost child thinly evaporated.
Still held, still clutched- the ashes in the sky.
Me and my pearl, we sail past the twilight.
Held under my *****, sharing warmth amid the ordeal.
We rode home in our chariot beading a farewell to the unseen.
All that, and their greed slowly dispersing as clouds.
What remained was love that glimmered throughout.

To the life that began with love,
From the mother's womb,
To the father's first touch.
I am happy that I lived so long,
To behold its tenderness and
To behold its tribulation.

Bless my soul to be more strong.
I have endured so much,
But there is more to come.

To the life that began with love,
I hope that it ends with love.
Not with the broken thread of unresolved heart.
Not with the sad symphony of what could be us.

Warm days, summer's stripe.
Drained heart's incomplete.
My eyes can't close for it sees what she sees,
Rough sketch of an oasis.

A whimsical story, woven in air,
Dreamcatcher's fairy tale.
Years ago -the glitter and gold.
Kaleidoscopic panorama fades.

Under the cursive time, outside the window,
Collected the dust, of yesterday's storm.
But even in the highest of earth's altitude,
There is no room sculpted for remorse.

The sanctum of the four walls,
Is where the little bird died.
You poor and unfortunate soul-
Daughter of the seven skies.

To detach from the demonic faces,
Is to dive into the elixir that's hoarded.
Chase the stardust sprinkled on the horizon.
Then come and reflect.

I pray for a hurricane,
Come and wash away this pain
Immersed in self-doubt,
No worth in my vein.
I seek comfort on your lap,
It gets colder as the season past.
Come and sweep me if you can,
I thought I  had enough,
But now I want you back.