When I only get to taste
The feeling of you
In my dreams

But now, I can hardly sleep

I can't see you
In person
And
In dreamland

Would you remember,the times when
we were cracking jokes?
would you cry over, by reminiscing those days
which I cared you even more?
would you sit there all alone,
and wish,this should be a dream?
would you keep looking me in all selfies we took?
would you take my guitar and,hum my favourite song,
without shedding tears?
would you remove the dust from all the trophies,
which I had once achieved?
would you sleep every night, hugging my pillow and my frame?
would you smell my favourite blue hoodie,draped with my
favourite perfume?
would you miss my preachings,which I had always tried to say,
by walking behind you ,wherever you go?
would you take a look at my diary in which, each page has only
to say about you....?

When the waves of turbulent ocean, waves calmly all of a sudden..
the wind carries me to the blissful past,
transcending myself to other nation..
smiles and laughter of him ,all I could remember..
cause would he never let his cries to travel far in air...
I'm the one who keeps him lively he say..
all I did has nothing to gain, but a whole world of happiness
to share in my own way...


I can't change the dramatic genre of your story , you confirmed..
but you won't face it all alone as we agreed....
I only wanted you to stay away from desperation...
so that I made some reasons without any hesitation...
but I ain't noticed that my life was heading to bound..
I know I have to see before you, my end..
but I'm glad that I could share some happy stories before I bend..


but give me some time to confess little more..
that the happy stories I made you to listen..
or the happy endings I made you to believe..
was nothing but a sweet lie, told only to bring ,
that flawless curve from your face....

I just have to write.
**** everything else.
I've suffered for my art,
and there's no doubt that
I will suffer more.
We all have our agony,
that's life and I accept
my plight.
I am what I am
(as Popeye would say.)
And I couldn't change
it if I wanted to.
I remember one night,
staying in an abandoned
house.
I wrote some poems on
the walls.
I saw the words in
the moonlight through
a broken window.
Even though I was famished,
I hadn't eaten in
three days,
at that moment, I became
full and complete.
I knew right then,
as long as I had the words;
my words, I would never
feel empty again.
My black satchel full of
writing and the clothes
on my back were all
I owned.
I had no idea where I
was going at dawn,
but I sure the **** knew
who I was.

"council house and violent"
is the the greatest line
ive ever felt shudder up
my hollow spine.

might mix the midland
with wilting.
silk screen a t-shirt or two,
features are diffused;
streetlights through rush-hour windshields.

but hollow spines though.