Incomplete thoughts.
Incomplete songs.
Incomplete lies.
Incomplete fights.
Incomplete love.
Incomplete souls.
Incomplete me.
Incomplete whole.

Till our worlds collide.
I'm incompletely yours.

Their senses fade, his through alcohol, hers through his words.

We fall in love.
He falls in love.
She doesn't care.
He waits, tick tock goes the clock.
He's tierd of waiting.
He starts to walk away.
She calls for him.
He runs back to her.
For what is life without hope.
He hopes.
She ignores.
He keeps on waiting.
She haunts him.
The occasional smile, her soft words.
And she's gone again.
But he knows better.
He thinks he knows better.
He waits.
She's gone.
He walks away.
She whisper's.
He runs towards her.
He's lost.
He knows he's lost.
He want's out.
Ooooh god he wants out.
He can't breath.
He rips his heart out.
He breaths a sigh of relief.
He's incomplete.
She broke him.
He broke himself.
He sits without a heart.
Without the capability to love.
The loveless man who loved too much.

Let's play a game,
She said to him.
I'll keep your heart,
In this tin.

Up on the shelf,
It will lie.
In my control,
You will die.

I'll share my love,
I'll be your fame.
I'll make you feel,
Like you're born again.

You'll find in me,
Your confidant,
Your talking tree,
Your agony aunt.

And when you fall,
For i'm sure you will,
In love with me,
All over again.

I'll take that tin,
The one with your heart.
And lock it in,
My cold, dark cupbord.

For you'll be mine,
And mine alone,
My simple pet,
My talking dog.

I'll make you dance,
I'll make you sway.
All alone,
In my dark cave.

And when i'm done,
With your heart.
Love will be,
All but a mirage.

And then the game,
Will find it's end.
And you will die,
Alone again

My hair and I don't talk anymore.
It's really quite sad because we were quite insightful together.
But now, the long mop is growing awry.
He no longer complements me.
He's made a mockery of my style.
My hair, I can safely say, hates me.

We tried counseling at the nearby parlor,
The counselor goes by the name of the barber.
he chopped at the problems and tried to make things right.
But the difference grew right back.
My hair's indifference to me is blinding.
I mean, I literally can't see!

We decided it was time to spice things up.
Bring back some excitement. By bringing another in the equation.
The gel, our saviour. The hero of our time.
This ******* was love unlike any other kind.

The moral of this story, is still a bit hairy.
Sort of like why beauty fell for the beast.

I caught you,
In a glance.
Between chapters,
Between words.

I read you,
But couldn't really read you.
I found you,
But couldn't really see you.

You came just in time,
To save his life,
For the protagonist,
Had found defeat.

The author's charm,
To destroy it all,
So that you would,
Build it up again.

And now the narrative,
Had found it's muse.
The pages wrote themselves.
The Writer had nothing to do,
But watch it all unfold.

The happy ever after,
Was pages away.
All thanks to you,
The girl in the storybook,
Who made his world complete.

In the infinite universes where we exist, we've managed to find the one where we don't.

We love the villains,
We love our villains.
Love the wrong doers',
The anarchists at our doors.
Just as long as they are not ours.

We'll support the gays,
And fight for all hate,
As long as they're not us.

We'll sing for a better world,
And light a candle for their souls.
As long as they're not us.

We'll like their wars,
And bring food to their doors.
As long as they're not us

We love their words,
But their words alone.
We'll never be,
Part of their soul.

We'll weep for their loss,
And march for their rights.
But remember just,
As long as they're not us.

Remember when we chased butterflies,
Ran behind dreams,
Stalked opportunities,
Shadowed hope and trailed desires.

Today, staring at a picture postcard laden desk,
The only thing I chase is the end.
Finality has replaced hope and uncertainty is no longer exciting.

We've grown beyond our age,
And aged beyond our dreams,
We're all but asleep,
With open eyes.

A nightmare as a daydream,
A de-shriveled reality,
A symphony of monotonic cacophony,
Of timelines and deadlines
Where we're all looking for a lifeline.

A throw out to yesterday,
Looked through kaleidoscopic eyes,
Where every tree was green and every sky blue,
Where the future held hope and life held purpose.

Airports.
Aren't they wonderful.
The most beautiful things on earth really.
Someone once said, "if you want to see true joy or sorrow, visit an airport".
As I sit here in sheer uncertainty of my whereabouts for the next 24 hours. All I can really think of is, how lucky I am to be stranded in one of the most emotive places on earth.

'As pretty as an Airport', Tattooed across the legs of a dear friend who taught me the joys of travel through her exquisite stories. Today I embark to make my own with all the plots and twists that lead you to love a perfectly chaotic book. The uncertainty of where, when and even with whom.

Oh joyous wonder. Oh grateful wanderlust.

Push that bully,
Down the hole.
Let him grow,
All alone.

Ostracize that fool,
Till he beats no more.
Shut him up,
Let no sound out.

Ignore the bully,
As you grow.
Make sure,
He sees no hope.

Let no light shine,
Let no song rise,
Let no birds chirp,
Let darkness burn.

Push the bully,
Shut him up.
Silent that heart,
Don't let it fall in love.

Pretty pots,
Perfectly poised,
Pose pretentiously.
Planning plots,
Previously pulled,
Paradoxically.

Pretty pots,
Put pepper plants,
Purposefully.
Planting pain,
Punishing plan,
Premeditatedly.

Pretty pots,
People's pox,
Planetary perceived.
Plotting plots,
Pretty pots,
Perniciously.

When you are your own worst enemy, you become your only friend.
You live through people, but don't exist yourself.
You butter your bread through hours of toil, but so does a mule.
You lose yourself to thoughts in conversations and lose your conversations to sudden thoughts.
You're the oxymoron that lives and breathes.
You're the contradiction that never succeeds.
But for all your flaws and all their hate,
You're unique, a star that never fades.

My biggest lie,
Is my image at work.
An industrious being.
A diligent soul.

I shower my hours,
Like sprinkles on candy.
To an office that shuts,
Its doors on my feet.

The brainwashed child,
Of the lazy generation,
We're expected to overcompensate,
For their misbehaven.  

The life we live,
For a plaque and a desk,
The **** we take,
For a life of unrest.

They sell us dreams,
We can't afford,
Then make us slaves,
To free our souls.

The man is evil,
An awful beast.
He tells you how to live,
So buy us to break free.

The world is polluted,
There is no respite.
Every passion bought,
Every dream's got a price.

So punch those keys,
And get back to work.
Let's be frank,
It's the devil's world.

You and her,
Are words unclear.
You and her,
Are thoughts unheard.

It makes no sense,
That I know.
But love isn't supposed to,
Or so I'm told.

No rights, no wrongs.
No path's lie clear.
Just roads entwined,
For us to be near.

The commen sense,
Is but a fool.
Mocked around,
Just like a tool.

You know it's right,
And that is all.
Your senses dive,
Freefall.

Alas this love,
Is a one way street.
You lost hope,
To her shuffling feet.

You breath her in,
With one last look.
You keep her in,
Your unread book.

You say goodbye,
But you spell it weird.
You don't look back,
But keep a mirror near.

It was I suppose,
Her pencil skirt that did me in.
Never trust a man,
Who says otherwise.  

It was I suppose,
His chiseled chest that did her through.
Never trust a woman,
Who makes you believe otherwise.

For all his intelligence,
All her enamour.
All their dreamy thoughts,
That bloom like spring meadowed flowers.

What we see first,
Both spikes and hairfalls.
Is the beauty of the body,
The perfection that we've been taught.

We're the imperfect victims,
Of a perfectly perpetuated society.
Taught to tread carefully,
Through the blurred lines deviously disguised.

We are taught to love,
By the love lost loner.
We are told to be tolerate,
By the taunted jilted moaner.

Ooh fickle life,
what a sullen lie.
Ooh hopeless future,
Defeated before you even tried.

A driving force, that digs deep.
I fear his heart, in a glass you keep.
The shallow hope, that burns within.
A sightless guard, you've found in him.
A kindling high, you do not fear.
To give the man, who's lived in tears.
Your two kind words, are more to him.
Than scrooge's wealth, that never grows thin.
A smile, a laugh a thoughtless kiss.
Is all he needs to reminisce.
Of the time he knew a driving force.
The girl who left his heart so cold.

The moon so full,
Up and high.
I feel a thought,
In me pry,
It feels unreal,
To live this life,
When all around me,
Futility flys.

Who'd have thought,
That in this room,
I'd become a man,
By changing moods.
The beard, the voice,
The look so tall,
It makes you not,
More than a boyish brood.

The truth we seek,
Is in our souls,
Our heart it beats,
To it's rhythmic fall.
So hear it now,
Before you lie,
About the man,
You claim to die.

A book?
A book!
A book!
A book.

Sometimes, he really didn't make any sense to her.
But she was sure, she didn't make any sense to him either.

She had asked him for a solution to a predicament. He answered with a question of his own.

There eccentricities were boggling, to people and to minds like the white spots around your eyes or the colour violet.

There was a point he was building upto, she was sure. Well not sure, hopeful really.

"So why a book?" She asked?
"Why not?" He answered!
"How would a book help me with my existential crisis?"
"Well, a book has been credibly established to allow people to travel through time. So how does one derive the question to 42? By a book of course. How does one spend 5 hours in 4 minutes? With a book! When the questions are more elusive than the answers, read a story taller than the empire state building. And you'll probably fly through existentiality, well of one form at least. Books are what make sure that time doesn't remain linear, but rather flows like a twizzler in a baby's hand."

"That was so nonsensical it actually made a little sense", she thought. She'd never tell him of course, his head was inflated enough already.

"So", he continued, "Read a book, and I'll read with you. And maybe we'll find the question to your question in the blink of that naked surety you find in the split second of absolute consciousness between the pages."

Tick, he pulled out his car.
Tock, his wheelbarrow wouldn't go far.

Tick, his phone battery was dead.
Tock, another lost bed.

Tick, Armani or guess?
Tock, food or medicine?

Tick, another drunken night.
Tock, the body pile grew high.

Tick, his coffee grew cold.
Tock, three drops or four.

Tick, born at 11:30.
Tock, born at 11:31.

The alphabet jumble,
Became quite a Jungle.
Where letters fight,
Just to survive.

The A's against the Z's,
Like west against the east.
The vowels rule,
This grammatical feud.

There are few rules,
In this anarchic dispute.
Like I before E,
Except after C.

But two letters did stray,
So far away.
In this world so confused,
Love had found its muse.

They left their contempt
They shed their hate.
And they became immortal,
As our stories do say.

These two young lovers,
Are remembered still.
For together they defended,
What hate tried to ****.

And that is how,
Our story begins.
For that's what happened,
When I met U.

She sits besides me,
A smile on her face.
Her hair dangles playfully,
Across her lips.

She whispers her words,
In a silent scream.
That make me believe,
They're meant only for me.

Her hazelnut eyes,
Haunt my sweetest dreams.
Her cherry red lips,
Right out of my fantasy.

But in those eyes,
I see a silent quest.
A shout for cry,
A slight unrest.

An unseen tear,
Rolls gently down.
As she laughs,
About a time long gone.

Her sorrow is meant,
For her alone.
Or so she feels,
To brave the world so cold.

I touch her hand,
She looks at me.
The smile it flickers,
Just like an autumn breeze.

I look at her,
Without a blink.
As she looks down,
At her drink.

And there in the moment,
All was said.
She knew, I knew,
All that was unsaid.

And as she stared,
Through her hazel brown eyes.
Our worlds together,
It seems did collide.

But like the moon,
Never meets the sun.
This love story,
Was over before it begun.

Her hand it slipped,
back down below.
Her eyes they shut,
To leave mine alone.

As she walked out,
I stood there alone.
My cigarette my company,
My thoughts ran cold.

She disappeared then,
For when i met her.
She wasn't 'she',
She had become another her.

You stole my words,
And made them yours.
You broke me up,
Without remorse.

I lost through you,
Not just love.
But the sense of knowing,
What friendship was.

The tides were high,
As people changed.
But you I prayed,
Would still remain.

But the grave was mine,
Dug too by me,
Deep enough,
For you to leave.

You found your exit,
You took it and ran.
And stole from me,
My reminisce.

My sweet memories,
Were now just yours.
You left me alone,
Without my thoughts.

But I did fight,
That tainted heart.
I spat it out,
As I drew guard.

Of people who loved,
And friends alike.
You taught me dear,
How to survive.

I thank you now,
As my ashes feed,
My new life,
The one just for me.

Her body so slender,
The curves define perfection,
She's the coolness in summer,
The woman's a cucumber.

Before I became a son,
Before I became a brother,
Before I became a boyfriend,
I became a citizen.

A member of this glorious republic,
A brethren of a religious majority,
A student of an ideology far beyond my understanding,
A disciple of the right way.

A cacophony of wisdom,
Unwanted yet gained.
The more I learned,
The less I understood.

The rights and wrongs,
Like Upanishads and Vedas,
My role was set,
Through religion and gender.

But as the giants spoke,
Like gospels their truth,
It was the voice of the unheard,
That in me grew.

Even today,
I don't always know right from wrong,
Yet I'm taught by my betters,
That giants always fall.

My sister, my mother,
My better half together,
Guide me, direct me,
Ensure I don't slip through the large societal faults.

The world that we live in,
Is biased and grey.
But all it takes is a spark,
A voice to blow the dust away.

It's okay you're strong,
You'll brave another day,
Of the beast on your shoulders.

It's okay you're strong,
Stop being so pessimistic,
Everyone dances to this song.

It's okay you're strong,
Fear and panic at 12am,
Is normal and to be expected.

It's okay you're strong,
We're meant to be workers,
And expected to always respond.

It's okay you're strong,
Your silence will be rewarded,
With promotions and growth.

It's okay you're strong,
Bullying is considered normal,
After all a client always wants more.

It's okay you're strong,
No need to speak up,
You'll not be heard no matter how much you shout.

It's okay you're strong...
But it's also okay if you're not

It's okay if you're not strong,
Your emotions are yours,
And to be defeated is better than to be destroyed.

It's okay if you're not strong,
You can walk out if you want,
It doesn't make you any weaker.

It's okay if you're not strong,
You can talk to me,
And I'll always guide you on.

It's okay if you're not strong,
Your strength isn't defined by the world around you.
It's okay if you're not strong.

As I swiped right,
At the heart of new love.
At the new age escape,
For finding one another.

I read new stories,
Repeated many times before.
I read of many interests,
Common to all other.

In their sense of uniqueness,
I found a deep sense of similarity.
Sort of like a deja vu of love,
Of experiences and expectations.

The people in poses,
Too perfect for perfection.
Like a common photographer,
Walked around selling profiles for a dollar.

The love we found,
To seemed too defeated.
Like the last resort,
Trying to make a new beginning.

But here we find happiness,
Albeit in secret.
As we cook up stories,
For our beginnings.

Love I suppose,
Needs new escapes.
In today's destructive,
And timeless age.

Good morning.
Perfect morning.
Serendipitous morning.

Eyes have just opened,
Phone's out of reach.
Not that it matters,
It's Saturday.

There's a slight taste of yesterday's alcohol in your mouth.
But you don't mind,
It reminds you of the night.

You lick your lips,
There's a smear of raspberry there.
You smile as you remember.

Her name is etched in your mind,
Like the name of teenage lovers,
Tattooed on their backs to battle forever.

You get up,
The sky's a brilliant orange.
You admire it from your window,
No sound of traffic, just the rustle of the leaves,
And the chirping of the birds.

Clementine, you whisper to no one in particular,
You can't help but smile every time you think of her.
She came a bit like a dream, and you lick your lips again,
Just to remind yourself it wasn't one.

You live for nights like these,
The ones to reminisce about.
The ones you wouldn't soon forget.
And you wouldn't forget her.

Clementine. She walked in like a song,
Not a love song, nor a prolific thought inspiring one.
More like that foot tapping beat stuck in the back of your head.
The one that refuses to leave your head no matter how hard you try, no matter how many other songs you listen to.

All you can think of is when would you meet her next?
Would it be an accidental shoulder brush,
Planned to perfection at the next party.
Or would you ask that friend for an introduction?

You're perfectly ruined because of Clementine,
And you don't even mind.
You wait for the night,
When you'll see her again, albeit in a dream.

Clementine...

Aaaah the Heaven above,
A safe haven for the lying scums,
A repentful cry and all is forgiven.

Aaaah the Hell below,
A labyrinth for the hollowed souls,
A tear for love and all is lost.

Aaaah the Earth that's here,
A truly wondrous place,
The hateful get loved,
The lovers get lost,
The lost find roads,
Entwined in another's soul.
The souls ride free,
In an excuse of a body.
A thoughtless zombie,
Just trying to be free.

But all that keeps us going on,
Is the thought of the Angles,
Above and Beyond.

She swayed a little,
As he held her strong.
She pushed him back,
But he never let go.

He drank her in,
Little by lot.
She pryed on his,
Everlasting love.

His friendship was,
All that she saw.
But for him it was,
Quite a lot more.

He loved her true,
Like a poet's tale.
But she refused,
To let him in.

He never quit,
She never stoped.
He loved her true,
While she played on.

None was at fault,
And no one quite right.
She lost a friend,
He lost his life.

This game was over,
And they never met.
The friend and the lover,
A match never meant.

Hear that heart,
The dark heart.
The one that beats,
To its own tunes.

Feel that soul,
The cold soul,
The one that hides,
Behind shadows.

Smell that fear,
That rancid fear,
The one that claws,
And never gives.

See that reflection,
The unknown reflection,
The one you refuse to,
acknowledge.

The foggy sky,
Painted in hue.
Of grey and white,
And a hidden blue.

The world is covered,
From head to toe,
With creatures undiscovered,
Like a dragon mole.

So venture carefully,
For you may find,
A Saber-toothed squirrel,
Or flying mice.

Carry your sword,
And a little potion too,
For the world needs saving,
And it's looking at you.

Through dangerous tunnels,
And on top of bridges you flew.
Your enemies lie defeated,
As you soldier through.

But alas your adventure,
Has come to an end.
By the voice unforgiving,
Announcing "get off at this station".

And as you walk,
Into your office space,
You see suited strangers,
The same you see everyday.

You avoid the mirror,
For what it shows,
The you that got defeated,
By villainous growth.

I met a man, not long ago,
Who gave his heart and his soul,
To looks so pretty with long black hair,
This girl became his foolish affair.

Now he knew love, and he loved her true.
More than she, ever knew.
For love is just a simple word,
Without the emotions, that break you up.

Infected deep with fear and doubt,
The lover drank for a courageous heart.
But a man's a man, a simple fool,
He counts his eggs way too soon.

The lover thought the world was his,
But his sweetheart knew better still.
For the blade was soft and the stab so sweet,
He never realized his heart missed the beat.

Her every word fills him with hate,
But still his heart she navigates.
And little by little, surly and true,
She will **** him, like lovers often do.

Goodnight she whispered,
As she went to bed,
Good morning he yawned,
As dawn did break.

He nudged her awake,
With breakfast in bed,
He showered her with love,
She was all he needed.

She thanked the stars,
That shone so bright,
Oddly enough,
In the noon day light.

She walked with him,
To wherever she liked,
There was no hurry,
Time was on their side.

But up ahead,
In the distance she saw,
Sandman waited,
To escort her home.

And with a sigh,
She kissed him sweet,
It was his time to lie,
As life called her in beats.

The dream was over,
The bed was lonesome,
A few more hours,
Till she became more wholesome.

And as she walked,
To mundane life chores,
A star above,
For no astrological reason shone.

I found balance,
In an infinite thought.
I found love,
In between a battlefield of lust.
I found beauty,
In a tornado of hate.
I found you,
In a crowded haze.

You turned my world,
The right side up.
You showed me the power,
And the Joy of Us.

Logic, it seemed,
Was for the single and ******.
It was now a game,
Of us against the world.

But even the silver lining,
Does eventually turn grey.
You packed your bags,
And flew out and away.

I stared into nothing,
Filling up on hate.
For eternity was mine,
But without you it turned grey.

The longer I exist,
The lesser I lived.
Till one fine day,
The flower changed to a scythe.

And that was the story,
My dear dark child.
Of death when he met beauty,
Who turned him to the dark side.

Mirroring thoughts,
I'll match yours.
Mirroring lives,
I'll try it out.

Comical joy,
I laugh with you.
Sorrowful day,
I cry for you.

Busy tones,
I wait for the call.
Monday blues,
I'll keep the coffee hot.

Long night drives,
I'll pull out my car.
Silent days,
I'll keep you guard.

I'll be your friend,
I'll be your lover.
I'll be there for you,
Up until forever.

Your hair fell in streams of black,
Against your naked body.
Covering only your bare back,
I'd never seen such beauty.

The bones on your cheeks,
Held a smile so true.
Your eyes so wide,
That I dreamed through you.

I'd paint you a picture,
If words wouldn't do,
I'd bring you your desires,
And walk through flames for you.

I'd stay with you longer,
Than life would care to do.
In this life or another,
I'd always be there for you.

So hold my hand,
And catch my heart,
As I take the leap,
This deep dive fall.

Twas the night I saw a ghost,
A morbid little peace of hope.
He did his dance, he said his words,
He knew however, None his worth.

He haunted till the early morn,
The dreams of dreamers,
Their lives unscorned.

He knew not why
or what he did,
Just the job
was a burden of his.

He walked alone,
Through the crowd,
He drank alone,
In company.

From house to home,
From world to wide.
His journey the same,
The passengers alight.

His life so real,
His dreams untrue.
His bowed endower,
Didn't mean much to you.

But when you did,
See his sliver.
He was gone,
A hope, a Quiver.

A light too lost,
To your darkness still.
A prayer unanswered,
The hopeless kin.

To newer hearts,
With newer beats.
To newer love,
We'll always keep.

To newer thoughts,
Through newer souls.
This newness drives,
Our kindled bones.

To newer friends,
And newer mights.
To newer goals,
We set alight.

This newer dream,
With newer promises.
This new year comes,
Without any baggages.

A new year,brings new dawns.
This new year,
Is to do it all.

She whispered the hymn,
In chorus,
As she's supposed to,
As she's told to.

The writing's on the wall,
The holy wall.
The only wall.

The new world didn't believe in boundaries,
In division.
The world was one, but the people two.
The educated and the broods.

She belonged to the unquestionables,
The holy few.
The god among men,
Who kept the world true.

She read the words again,
Silently. Remorsefully.
She didn't quite get the meaning.
She wasn't supposed to.

But to the world,
The holy world,
The brave new world,
She knew it all.
That's what they told her.

The ****** girl,
The daughter to love.
Meant only for him,
The god, the King.

For that's what it's said,
On the Holy wall,
That's what they told her,
She guessed she read it wrong.

"The game was over,
And they never met.
The friend and the lover,
A match never meant."

Talk.
Thoughts that fill giant spheres,
With words of kind,
Trying to relay, ever so unsuccessfully our deepest *feel.

Feel.
The act of accidently brushing,
Into someone in the metro train,
And looking into their eyes thereby feeling hopelessly and forever lost.

Lost.
The pair of keys,
On another, 'most important day of your life',
Thereby running to the train,
As you overslept again,
Because the night before,
You lay lost in thoughts.

Thoughts,
Of what you would say,
If you looked your one true love in her eyes.
Of words that wouldn't sound like gibberish,
That if used right,
Would allow you to talk.

His buttons were jumbled,
She soon realized.
She kept pressing rewind,
Yet he kept playing on.
She fumbled with the batteries,
Desperately trying to make it work,
To make him work.
She needed him to be the man she fell in love with.

Whisky tasted bitter.
Darkness found her hold.
Even hate seemed incomplete without you.

Those bridge​s.
Defiant, sure and ******.
The red lines defined by every move, every emotion, every tear drop.
Her eyes spoke the stories, if only he knew how to read.

You see that moon,
It's ours to conquer.
Through mystic battles,
With creatures undiscovered.

You'll swing the sword,
I'll pull the bow.
And together we'll find,
The stairway of gold.

So armor on,
And look up at the night,
While we may not be together,
We've got the moon in our eyes.

She slips into the cracks,
So often I feel,
I no longer know,
If whom I'm talking to is real.

Her fictitious home,
***** her in,
Her books add floors,
Cemented by dreams.

She stares at ceilings,
And sees worlds breath,
The quite in her room,
Makes death question his being.

She looks at me,
As she sips her coffee,
She's never seen me,
In the mist of that coffee.

I try to see the world,
Through her eyes,
God would be jealous,
Of the universe that lies.

Her dreams tangible,
The world where she lives,
She's made me real,
Or made my reality slip.

New age,
Old game,
Played for fame,
That's just a rage.

The million posts,
And tweets that roar,
Of hate and hope,
Juxtapose.

Money talks,
And ideas fall,
As the dreamers sell,
Soul for gold.

The future bright,
For the old with might,
As they dine,
On the young that shine.

Your saviour's you,
And you alone,
Catch those wisps,
That light up the road.

So loose that hate,
And those treacherous ways,
Forget that gold,
And the logic it holds.

Walk off that road,
Filled with *******.
And pave your own,
That takes you home.

A slight brush of your hair,
Your daunting smile.
A wordless conversation,
Within our mind.

I know you're there,
You know my name.
The side hellos,
They make my day.

My mind it works,
At pell-mell speeds.
To find some words,
So we can speak.

But alas this story,
It never ends.
The conversations,
They never begin.

A silent sigh,
I breath it low.
You know my name,
You said hello.

Instructions for use,
'Apply on face every morning'
She applied a liberal portion of happiness,
It was her last hope.

Run. Run.
Puff. Puff.
Run. Run.
Sip.

The daily life,
Of a slaving *****.
A sip of coffee,
A drag of the cancer stick.
And so the daily ritual begins.

The mail box beeps,
In a rhythmic beat,
The type of sound,
That makes you feel,
Like the back of your brain,
Just met a window pane.

Tring. Tring.
Shuffle. Shuffle.
Tring. Tring.
Click.

Pretentious people,
Pretend to be friends,
The knife behind their hands,
The smile plastered in.

The daily meetings,
The usual pains,
With the motor mouthed,
Sweet tongued *****.

Gulp. Gulp.
Slurp. Slurp.
Gulp. Gulp.
Hic.

The day ends as usual,
With a bottle,
What a kick.

As you swaddle over,
To that one room pit,
That you call home,
And see only in a swill.

Beep. Beep.
Tap. Tap.
Beep. Beep.
BANG.

You wished it over,
But the ritual just began.