Knit that sweater for me, please,
That sweet humming with its peaceful catch
Your hands and their darkening crease,
A mere cloth of your hardwork
To stay with me.

When it wraps around me
On a chilly day
I'll feel your love
Your warm embrace.

Under the sunlight
I'll dream of the rows,
Silly reasons to fight,
But even if for a day, I was your foe,
Your love would cook for me,
Knead the chapati dough

Make me that beautiful sweater
On my 90th Christmas when you're above
I'll wear your colours, my dear mother,
Which will remind me.of your undying love.

I saw you once
I got hold of your eyes there
Is where,I was hypnotised
And glued to your sight

Noises beside went fade at me
At that very look of yours
So slowly,you moved your soft looks over mine
With that innocence,shyness did creep in
I saw you had put on

It was there,I met your presence
By chance,you passed over there
I wanted to hold it for a moment
But things happens in its own way...

Is this love or admiration?
I just want to have you without contemplation.

soft shell turtle,
sandy smooth with detail, patterns cover and decorate you.
your subtle gaze,
is a comfortable impression,
it reflects a dull light...
barely there, but visible...
to a beachcomber's vigil who sees,
soft shell turtle crawling,
straining for a place out of shadow,
slowly moving forward,
to reach a sunlit resting place.

her head wilted into the crook of his shoulder- waiting to be taken apart
for diagnostics.
the circuitry was buzzing quietly. only the blue lights
and one orange switch
were left blinking.
outside the window, things were trembling billions of years away.
outside the window- the vacuum drank slowly
from what was left inside.

they had arrived at destination.whatever that means.
she didn't look up.
he couldn't.

Butterflies dance around
Creating fate ever so
Even with the screaming sound

As if we are spellbound
We are all actors in a show
Butterflies dance around

They have our fate aground
It cannot be changed, oh-no
Even with the screaming sound

No control on the battleground
Best to lay as a willow
Butterflies dance around

Memories with us turn brown
People always come and go
Even with the screaming sound

Life is never fully bound
Have faith in will even though
Butterflies dance around
Even with the screaming sound.

i tried to put you on my wall with the rest of me. i tried so hard. but you wouldn't stick. you kept falling off and i would put a new piece of tape on and shove you back on my wall. but you wouldn't stick.

i tried to put myself on your wall. i tried so hard. but i didn't stick. i kept putting tape on me and running into the wall. but i didn't stick.

either you don't keep yourself on your wall, or we're not meant to be.