I remember this one time,
When we were in different countries,
We were both gazing at the moon,
And Elvis Presley was playing in the radio,
And in that moment I felt so close to you;
Even though we were miles apart.

Now even if we are in the same neighborhood,
I am still here,
Still looking at the same moon,
Why does it feel like we are so distant?

Water is beautiful.
Water has no color.
Water has no taste.
Yet it is so beautiful.
At the horizon water keeps kissing the shore,
Only to be pushed away from it.
Water ain't tequila.
It won't make you high on it.
It will satisfy your thirst just when you need it the most.
It will save you from all the other spices you put into your mouth without thinking twice.
Water is always there.
You say you like cold water.
So it shrinks itself up;
Just so it can fit in with you.

Maybe I am water.
But most days we don't drink water as an hobby.
We just drink it cuz we are really thirsty.

Life is a cassette tape.
It is a playlist you have no control over.
It's the cassette you will wait for to put up it's pace on its own.
Sometimes you will try to make it right by poking a pencil into it.
Life is listening to all of the playlist and secretly being impatient about that one favourite song.

Wait for the night,
For he shall come,
You won't miss him anymore.
He will come rising out of the sky,
Maybe a little faded,
Behind those clouds.
As if the stars weren't enough,
To make the sky a galaxy.
As if the sky wasn't enough to make the world seem limitless,
He comes to me,
With all his curves and edges,
And I look upon him,
That ideal gaze ,
The same familiar longing,
Longing to reach the infinity, that is you,
The wind hugs me all over again.
And you are still here, gazing ;
I am still here, longing;
I wish it was the other way around you know ,
I could only imagine if the moon, which is a metaphor for you, wanted me.
How perfect of a world would it be.
The sun comes up,
I go to bed.

Isn't  lonely another kind of high?
Of how each high has a low of its own.
As if they are the two rivers destined to meet, except there is no ocean after that.
It's just the high and the low, following each other, back and forth, like long lost lovers.
So just like people use drugs,
I guess I use my lonely,
To get a clear head,they say.
On nights like these, I dance with him, him being my lonely.
He creates so much space for me, drools with me, I wonder if I could breathe this time, and yes I do, in that moment there is no one between me and my fresh breathes.
No regrets, no bad memories, no hatred.
I am as pure as a new born,
As light as dandelion seeds,
As happy as humanly possible.
I guess this is called being high.
My mum once told me- ' love everyone but love yourself first'.
So as I pen down these words, packed beneath my sheets, I wonder shouldn't we be high all the time?
Shouldn't we be in love with ourselves all the time?

soft, languid cloud,
reflects on the still lake;
- made for each other!

Afterall , I guess,
It wasn't all that bad.
Maybe nothing is all that bad.
I danced at the cliff with you for a long time ,
The fall felt like end of life - quite painful but everybody saw that coming.
And there were days for sure , when the dances appeared like a havoc , heated with chaos all over it.
But we danced through.
They told me to move on and forget him. Is that what moving on means ?
Maybe nothing is all that bad.
I hope our brains came up with recycle bins.
Escapism isn't a word , if it is I don't see where it exists.
I carry pieces of people with me as I share the same breath with them .
And to move on from him took me long enough , but I remember the firsts and the lasts and will always do.
Because he took a part of me too ,
A part that is safe with him.
We shared our bodies together ,
We drew each other on the canvases of love ,
I dived into you , you were there like a safeguard, full of air.
And the laughs and cries are always real , no one can be that fake.
So maybe when you share the same  corridor as mine and would pass besides me I won't pause to gather the mutual atoms amidst us anymore .
I would recognize the smell as something familiar , and will walk away.
Maybe it's time to let go