Seven seas away, waiting on a glimpse of a face

Trying to keep busy with mundane things that do not intrigue or interest

Closing my eyes and watching you as you sleep with your lips slightly parted

I kiss them, you move, you know, you pull me towards yourself

Your embrace keeps me warmer than the heat from a thousand suns

Your pixelated smile on my laptop makes me happier than i possibly think anything can

Wishing that the days would simply fly past without bothering me

Or wishing that you would simply fly right into my arms

As i wait here, thinking of times past

Has it really been that long i ask myself?

It feels like yesterday that i sat on you chair eating that omelette you cooked with loving care

Talking my heart out, knowing not that someday i would walk into that room by myself, close my eyes tight and wish that you magically appeared when i open them

But alas, my childlike mind still believes in miracles

A while back i was carefree and unburdened
undeterred by the state of my own being
i looked into the distance and saw more than nothingness
more than joy or sorrow, wisdom or ignorance
but i didn’t see the death of a teenager


I saw imaginary beings
some with wings, some without ears
i saw creatures soar into the clear blue skies
dive into the depths of the dark oceans
i was reminded of the lion king whenever i thought of the circle of life
but i didn’t see the death of a teenager


Swimming in the sea of fast food and sweetened water
i lost myself in many a fantasies of worlds unseen
but somehow i didn’t lose sight of this world that we live in
the chains of balance never made sense, but somehow always felt right
i did see the difference between right and wrong
but never the difference between law and justice
neither did i see the death of a teenager


They say, from the ashes rises a phoenix
there is light in all this darkness
but isn’t darkness just the absence of light?
is the phoenix blessed or cursed with its immortality?
was it the death of a teenager i saw? or a birth of a man?

I wish there were words to make you see
words to express these images
but im not a painter, neither much of a talker
i take solace in the silence
as there are sounds to shut out
no sounds keeping me from the symphonies in my head


The impulses recreating euphoria
that feeling of joy, which i wish i could share
i wish i had the words to express
but all i have is this silence
it gives me pleasure, it gives me joy
i wish i could share it


Babies, i envy the most
the only image that matters to them is that of their mother’s tired yet content face
in that little brain of theirs is imagination in its purest form
untainted by the world
dragons they haven’t seen yet, neither fair princesses
but even then they dream when they sleep
and those tiny brains of theirs explode into a billion different colours
and equal number of shapes, which none of us remember


That’s the reason for their smile
the laughter without a cause
because they haven’t been told yet how beauty is defined by the world
in their eyes everything is beautiful
they have seen true beauty
they show it to you by holding your finger in their puny hands
and you feel a sudden rush of warmth you feel when you look into a lover’s eyes

I wish there were words to tell you how I feel
words, to show you the world through my eyes

to describe the shapes I see when I stare at a wall for too long,
that  feeling of wanting to fall back into a dream
the words to tell you why I love that one particular song
the one that plays over and over in my head
but somehow I can’t remember if I have ever heard it or not

One day I wish I find a dictionary that translates thoughts into words.