I have been running
In the rain..
Towards a wall with spikes..
My feet draw red.
On the mountain road..
We used to come here for hikes.

I see flowers
You used to pick
Scattered on tattered rocks..
The stale wind pierces
The flesh of my face
Its your kisses it mocks.

My ankles hurt
Your back is long gone..
To give me a joyous ride..
I swallow the pain..
I close my eyes..
Your face in my head, my guide.

I am inches away
I can taste the blood..
The seconds stretch to hours..
And the world slows down..
I know its the end..
Yet it doesn't scare, it empowers.

Then I hit the wall...
I die, I hang..
A few feet off the ground..
My fish eyes fixed
On our road below..
I hope I will see you around.

Phantom hands on my earth
Exploring crevices deep within
Phantom eyes on my lanes
Phantom fingers creeping in.

Phantom kisses and phantom breath
On my neck, on my breast
Phantom bite marks on my fields
Planting weeds on my chest.

Phantom laughters, phantom curses
I open my mouth, phantom screams
My earth slumbers in a phantom home
With true nightmares, phantom dreams.

Not a word to the summer breezes..
That ruffle through my clothes..
Hanging on my innocuous balcony...
Not a word to the half read books..
Lying on my overcrowded bed..
Waiting for me to paint their stories...
Not a word to the whisper of love..
Buzzing through my phone..
Asking for affection in return.
Not a word to the winding alleys..
Of the unknown city..
That I now call home...
Not a word to the stuff toys..
Sitting on my couch..
Begging for a snuggle...
Not a word to the half eaten chocolate bar...
Or the half drawn doodle...
Or the half written note..

No one needs to know.
I am leaving.
I will let them know when I am long gone
And the world finds out.

Where your fingers can touch the wind..
And your tongue can taste the sea..
Away from the roads...away from you..
Hidden in the shadows of solitude..
Maybe sleeping on the edge of a mountain..
Broken, but at peace I will be.
In the name of all the love..
Will you someday come find me?

How to love...how to breathe
How to hide you beneath..
The layers of dreams i see..
How to laugh...how to smile..
How to cry everytime..
You love me for being me

I know me, i know life..
Could you be my chosen knife..
To tear my heart into parts..
How could you love me so?
You know I'm broken though...
Cupid must be bad at playing darts..

I see you..I grasp air..
In some unknown scared despair..
To catch the moments that go fleeting by..
How to love...how to breathe..
How to hide you beneath..
You're a bird...you were meant to fly..

I will be the empty cage..
In your book, just a page..
Write my name in the deepest red..
How could you love me so...
You know I'm broken though..
I wanna be the empty side of ur bed...

The little girl loved collecting dreams
She travelled wild, she travelled far..
She collected dreams from all but me
Cast creed and age no bar.

And when her bag was full for the day,
She worked her magic on each of them.
The dreams came true for all who dreamt..
And their lives were no longer the same.

When we grew old, she came to us,
"whats your dream? To be able to dance?
To be rich and young? Having power?
Whatever be it, just tell me once."

"Oh i had one" I said to her
"It came true long before"
"How come? I have never been here"
Confused , she stopped at our door.

I held your face in my hands,
"How could my dreams not come true?"
When all i have ever dreamt of...
Was to grow old with you."

I woke up at the crack of dawn...
cuckoos cooing their bit...
leaves rustling in the stale yesterday air...
my dog sleeps curled on the floor..
his innocent eyes questioning the morning...
I make my toast..
gulp down the lump in my throat...
lump of words i had hidden under the bed
only...if only...
i had confessed ...
only ...if only
my guards could fade...
only if only...
I would have said..

Hey you...yes you...
Do u hear me??
I wanted to say this..
Since your "hello"..
U r my destiny...
See my dull mornings??
The lights have dimmed...
I dimmed them with words untrue...
Look beyond the nonchalance in my eyes...
My soul is screaming...
from times unknown...
I have loved you...

When he comes o when he comes..
Let me lord hold him close..
In the dark nothingness of my arms..
When he looks o when he looks..
Let it be lord the same poetry..
My pens have scribbled n thou books..
When he goes o when he goes..
Let there be lord no footprints...
So that the heart never knows

We were there when humanity..
Basked in the first notes of nature.
We were there when..
The warm rays of sun..
Gave birth to the first flower on earth..
Our history..
Has been written and re written...
Amongst the tragedies..
Of every lover that have roamed the roads..
We were there then..
We are here now...
We will be here forever...
Because...
Love is the mother of all creations..
As well as the destroyer of all...
Love is the first light...love is the last darkness..
Love s everything ...love is nothing..
And lastly...
Love is you and love is me..