The sound of nothing from tearless eyes,
The fear of breathing or living a lie.
A broken heart or a memory blurred,
All the words - unsaid or unheard.
The song of a forever-a pain in the ear,
The beauty of love -a bruise full of fear,
Silence of a nightmare or the drowsiness of a dream.
The plight of a dreamer, the indulgence in reality freed,
Find me in my words or lose me in a abyss of sorrow,
Seek me in the moonlit night, make me smile till morrow.
It came through the pain, filled in with light,
Threw a memory unforgotten to lose the fight.
Sinister and wicked – time’s plans unsure,
Vulnerability at stake, time can never cure.

The question of dignity unanswered in your head,
So many words you wished had gone unsaid.
Nothing to lose in the battle of your mind,
All you had, is left behind.
Superficial smiles through the eyes of stone,
Loneliness, through the depth of the night, it cries alone.
Smiles again to greet the light,
Time isn't a relation to the fight.
It screams in your head- intolerable;
The shattering of the glass- unbreakable.
Dreams of submission, a misery untold.
Repugnance to tears, your smile unfolds.
A painted picture of a lonely cry,
The solitude of the moment, a peaceful lullaby.
An apparent rise, the deceitful mirage,
The bleeding face of Karma, slowly shows its victorious face-cards.

The voices in my head scream my story,
A story lost, a story beyond my memory.
It stays there, yet nothing sleeps in its arms,
A memory retold, yet forgotten unharmed.
It speaks of longing, it speaks of desire,
It then sheds tears for a lonely liar.
Nothing then stretches to the sunrise of reality,
The lunacy bleeds at the strike of sanity.

Of course
I love the way
Your hands
Have begun to
Linger at my waist
Your new way to hold me
Of course I love it
When you kiss me
With SO much passion
That each time it takes my breath away
And of course
I love it when you kiss me
And grab a handful of my hair
Making messy and
Then best of all
How you tug it lightly
And my head tilts back
Or tries to
But my lips are
So attached to yours
They'd hate to let go
I feel claimed as yours
When you do this
I like being claimed
Especially by you.