Hello my friend,
We meet again,
Just a smile to greet each other,
Then the catching up on life begins,
I didn't realize when we went from life to talking about life,
Running down memory lane,
Like lifelong friends we talk of things like we’re old men.
A sense of comfort seeps in,
As you allow me to be me,
Never asking me to be who you’d want me to be,
And I know this sunny day will go stay in the books of my memory of life,
A time worth more than any possession could be.
So we part with a smile,
Until next time, when it’ll happen all over again,
And we’ll meet like we never parted

The opening eyes of the infant flickered from here to there,
Taking in the world as it passed by,
The sapling grew into a tree in the blink of an eye,
People came and people went,
Memories of their ghosts with some others stayed behind,
The infant faintly recalled what the reflection he saw in the mirror looked like,
It saw the mirrors change with its reflection,
The people behind him grew older like it,
He began to forget things that had been,
But ghosts of his doings and things occurred haunting his mind,
And as came near the end of time,
It reflected upon who it had become.

Don't look, don't look for it I tell myself,
Let it come to you the world says,
In places alone I wish for her,
You wish for him,
When will we find each other?
Please let me fall in love again...
They don't make fun of broken hearts,
Everyone's got one,
You'll get a smile that says,
"I've been there too,
You too will soon know better than to be a fool",
I know we haven't met,
May be we might,
Till then i am bargaining within,
Inside I quietly say, I hope,
Let me fall in love again,
In the late hours when I wish for someone,
I will wish for you,
I will whisper your name,
May be you will hear me,
Together we can feel the same,
Let us fall in love again.

Emerging from the tomorrow of yesterday,
In my world I reside today,
In life’s jungle I find my way,

Though sometimes the river is too wide,
To be the victor I stride,
Sometimes breaking the rules, sometimes I abide,

This is my world, it is my mess,
For I am the only King,
King of my Wilderness.

It’s been a long day,
I come home to you,
Long hours having worked me away,
I know all I want is to be with you.
Your smile melts the day away,
Your touch smoothens the creases.
I know you read my eyes,
Spared me the long talk,
Your hands effortless to pull me closer,
Your most magnificent kiss.
You got me wishing the night never end,
You got me wondering if I’m dreaming this moment we’re in.
Just take me into your loving arms my love,
Just extinguish the craving inside.
Then put me to sleep in your warm embrace,
Making the night go on forever.

Look in the mirror,
That face is looking back at me,
Sure that face is what others see,
But inside is it someone else at times?
I’m left feeling like a spectator in my mind,
Feeling the world as it occurs around, disconnected,
Feeling who people refer to as is someone else, not me,
Feeling like a different person every few periods,
The habit controlling my body,
The conscious wondering what this foreign place could be,
Uncomfortable in my own skin,
I am left staring through the eyes of the person I’m supposed to be,
Meeting people, shaking hands,
Reacting as they might expect from who I am,
The person staring back at me from the mirror, is that me?
Alas I debate and conclude on who the person running this body could be.

I.

The colours drain out,
What stayed behind was black and white
Nothing in between, the two extremes,
Purity of white, darkness of black,
The two pure shades.
Of all the things I saw in their vision,
Nothing perfectly seemed right in place.
I forgot that nothing here was so extreme,
No one or thing was a whole of black or white,
That the world is but a shade of grey.

II.

Those people brought in a sense of belonging to me,
And in them I see colour again,
The reds of love and hate,
The blues of peace and sadness,
The greens of pleasantness and riches,
The yellows of brightness and smiles.
The white and the black influenced now my perception of it,
With the pleasant mixes of the colours themselves,
And under the blue sky and the brown earth,
I see the world as an ever evolving piece of art.