Old rugged jeans
I couldn't throw away
Because in it's tiny little pockets
I am keeping, the pieces
of broken dreams
and broken us

Unfinished stories
All drafts
All hanging
Incoherent
No rhymes
No patterns
Just a mere plot twist
It’s the story of us
Poorly drafted
With a beginning
A storyline with no ending

Running out of time is a big lie
And age, is nothing but a numeral

A brush of fingertip is heaven
A wink takes me to paradise
One smile then I die
One dance is like a forever

Bits and pieces of you..

Your love
A pill is an overdose
A drop and I’m drunk
Overwhelming, intoxicating

Bits and pieces of you
is too much, too much
What more a whole lot of you
Can do??

Don't ever build home in people
They all come and go
And when they leave you
Again and again
Homeless you'll be