I feel at home on the road
After a few days
I already feel that I belong.
I mesh with the crowd
Even when I stand out,
I will observe from the corner
Then I will stand with you
At the centre.
It sinks in;
Your beauty
Your habits
I emerge richer
Because of our differences
In culture.

I am at home on the road
I bring my dreams and memories along.
A moment
Between you and me
A little piece of life
The cyan blue in my mosaic;
I will always understand
Though language is not even
A common ground.
I have gone this far
And still,
All is familiar;
Because at times, new friend
Home is a state of mind.

I've let her tears rain down
To the point that I think
I'm gonna drown
they cover my chest
straight down to the ground
and I don't think I can make it.

They have filled the cracks
and rushed the halls
destroyed racks, tables, curtains and all.
and all for what?
Because our hearts would never stop
the continuous brawl
and sorry is buried deep beneath
this ridiculous free fall.

Stop the tears
before you fill my lungs
and choke me to death.
Life has differences
and they are the causes
of our loves last breath.
I still love just a little doubt.
Like a deserts well during a drought.
I will be filled again.

So just Absorb me
in your house of tears
and let me hang by the ear
in the basement with my fears and troubles.
Until it collapses and we are left beneath
the rubbles masses.
Trying to breathe for air
hoping that someday
we would actually care.

What we feel,
What we see
Defined as Reality

What they feel,
What they see,
Defined as Insanity

Your warmth came at a time
In which I needed it most
But all you ever cared about
Was the curl of my toes.

I told you about my insecurities
And how you had a habit of making me weak
But all you ever wanted
Was for me to get down on my knees.

At first you were all about
Making me smile, and trying to
Spit game,
But that ended so quickly
And you were quick to put the blame.

That night at your house
I wasn't nervous on my end
I remember your line up crisp,
Looking like nothing but a ten.

You let me lay next to you,
The space between us small,
You knew the closer I got
The more that I would fall.

But I wasn't that naive...
No, not me.
To believe we'd ever get anywhere
Would be like a rerun of
Freshman year me.

You made it seem like you cared
Asking me questions on questions
Your sentences elaborate and
Charismatic.

You.
Responding to every messages
Within the same hour,
Knowing that continuing things
Gave you more power.

Clearly I was into you
Clearly I wanted something new
But clearly wasn't enough
To make you see us through.

At the end of
Long
Hard
Stays,
I feel little
But the apathy
That sails me past honeyed seas
Through treacherous rocks.

But is there worth
In saying little,
In giggling
As if I never grew up,
As if I had never seen these things?

Would others say
'I have seen it too?'
Would others tell
The faces they find in the night
To chase some other ****** and turner?

Would others say
'We don't care,
But for the things we know in each other,
For the silences we share, while knowing
Little greed?'

I wouldn't know,
I'm too scared to ask
It doesn't feel natural.
Nothing does
Anymore.

I worry about you. Not the kind of you who watch stories of mass murders and social discrimination and videos of violent madmen beheading others in wars little or large; or those who stamp on people's self-respects and rights and on their simple lives, and take a bite from your burger, noisily belch, and continue with your petty lives because it doesn't make a difference.
I worry about those of you who take it in their hands. The kind of you who take it in their hands and their tongues and their blogs but bother not for once to leave their comfy chairs and go out. Those who can spew hatred so vehemently against a class or a religion or "that-group-of-madmen", and can very intelligently present us records of the number of people killed with their ages, notes and dreams. Also, the Moslem passports found just on the site, with your handwritten prescriptions of what the Moslems should do and do not, how the entire responsibility falls on them and when it does not, plus why the moderate and the extremists should both die because "you" have problems with really everything they do!
I worry about you who sit there, write books, and keep trying without really doing anything but corrupt whatever little peace we're holding onto, while we're here, *traumatized just the same.

The First Day:

our eyes met
and the plot was set
I acted my best
to get you impress

our eyes met
your mind got preset:
"throw him out at instant
he's a poisonous serpent"

The Next Day:

we met the next day
I dreamt in my own way:
you said words you'll never say
and the reality brings me dismay

we met the next day
you planned it in your way:
to reject me anyway
'SORRY' was all you say

you stood in front (of me)
I gathered my courage to confront
and express the feelings my heart prompt
you stop me in mid giving me goose bump

you took a while
streaming words from your pile (of words)
your 'S-O-R-R-Y' travelled a mile
you left me with apologetical smile

THE END.

my lips are tied
and eyes are numb
coz my lips always lied
impersonating me to be a ****

lies were told
and you believe it all
truth is yet to unfold
I'm already at a fall

your mind acted rational
while the heart acted dumb
lies you believed were intentional
but failed to read my eyes getting numb

my heart wasn't prepared
to unveil my feelings to you
so to my friend's heart I spared
coz he loved you too!!!

sorry if I hurt you
this situation was a bit new
YOU were not a trophy to be given
for this I must never be forgiven!!!

punish me with all you have
your absence is my reward
Really sorry for being a naive
and treating you like an award

my heart is crying
can you hear its sob
the time is running
can you hear its tic-tock
tic-tock... tic-tock...