When did we become finely divided?
When did we get to the hinterland of love?
When did we divide into particles finer than silk?
When did our love become bland?
We are sand.  
We are non renewable.

Of all the times I held your hand, the last time left me empty.
Of all the times I kissed your lips, the last time felt clumsy.
Of all the “I love you’s,” only a few were real.
Knowing all of this, how does that make us feel?

Of all the times you cried, when did you want sympathy?
Of all the times I cried, you didn’t think to repay me?
Of all the times you used me, ***** donor was the least preferred.
You and I can both agree that our heaven was a curse.

Of all the times we sought happiness, did we think to include each other?
Of all the times we had success, did we congratulate one another?
So many times our emotions dominated, but we decided to ignore.
I guess that’s why suddenly I didn’t see you anymore.

I’ve yet to think that either of us will ever fully recover.
Perhaps you wanted a servant, but I wanted a lover.
Neither of us understood the concept of marriage well.
I should have seen this coming when we entered a blissful hell.

-END-

good, our first catch of the day has shined away
awoken on a dreamy bedstead made of fluffy plume
feeling your delicate body weaving softly with mine
touching your sensitive breaths with my face
pushing your lips to mine and feeling your taste
life of lovers, dreamers of forsaken history




so meek, so mellow, you are my special mistress




memories, like scars, will never fade away
so i'm here, sitting alone, but don't worry
i'm feeling fine, the heart is bandaged gently
like your soul, it mayhaps will never be healed
but you gave me the memories i cannot forget
and i want to thank you, even if you hate me

you can tell me about that long dark path home
and lead me somewhere else where i'll wander
in research of your heart, of previous you
for the lady that has pierced my heart with arrow
for the lady that made me realise what real love is
and for you, you helped me find the right path




i sat silently, smiling to myself, drinking last bit of my wine
the memories came back but i don't regret the choices anymore
i think you and i will do better, separated, aloof from each other
i still love you but i hope you will find the right person now

Your separation is so painful
You are rude and beautiful
It seems to me today.

I am so bored this afternoon
I wish you're not going soon
I still love you, please stay!

I don't know why in this mind
The song is sung like your kind
Oh my darling, don't go away.

You're shining in my lonely sky
I love you so much, that's why
Please take my sore away!

Sometimes things don't go as foretold,
Sometimes we are forced to let go.

People, independent,
with the choices they make.
Are none of our business,
involving us as it may.

The wrenching feeling of separation,
causing us to act in desperation.
Taking away a part of us,
it is lost forever, in another person's arms.

Our happiness and joy,
in the hands of a friend.
Who at any moment,
can cease to befriend.

Deciding to ignore you simply out of hand,
not reconciling, but shunning instead.

The loved one's departure, a friend's choice to leave,
none of this is within our choice to believe.

For all things are impermanent,
all good things will cease.
The smallest things may cascade,
into an irreparable deed.

When a friend chooses to leave,
try hard as you may.
If you really love them,
you will truly let them be.

Thoughts and emotions,
growing like a plant.
Taking root,
inside my very heart.

It is this habit, this very thing,
which makes me attached to things outside me.
Friends and enemies, words and things.
The stresses which everyday life will bring.

It grows and grows,
as we feed it daily.
From a small sum,
to a massive tally.

This giant tree, grown from a sapling.
Is the sum of all feelings I invested within it.
Massive like the rising sun,
to uproot it, is harder than severing the horizon.

Thus control over this thing,
hard as it is.
As it forces you to feed it,
again with impunity.

Yet one day this tree,
becomes another ****.
******* the life forces from within thee.

At this point it's pointless,
the resources needed, endless.
There comes a time,
where we learn a lesson.

That some things when sown must eventually be reaped,
Not all things should be kept, lest we finally keel.

Pointless and meaningless,
an endless task to be done.
Eventually all things, must come undone.

Night has enveloped, to give me some relief,
Now invisible are walls of separation, and thy grief.

Where blood quenches the thirst,
Disloyalty is faith last and first,
Is the religion my beloved belongs to.

I beckoned, red and black robed lady with a wand.
Let me take her by the hand.
Heard of her about sorcery.
Her powers useless, and witch now about to succumb,
From just a gaze of eyes filled with Kohl of Leila.

My nights worthless, body breathless,
Every moment, feeling restless.
Be silent and hear, hear me, my cries,
Don't forget the promise you swore,
I have lost my childhood over you.

Don't know, how these years left me alone,
Sufferings, separation, theft me alone.
I never knew how pain excrutiates.
Sometimes, I enlivened you my dear,
Love is a blessing, and not a fear.

In a melancholy cloudy day, I mourn.
Glistening eyes, weeping sky, and heart torn.
I gaze from a window in Kashmir,
For a moment, condoling the tragedy, sighing.
In sombre time, lifeless, as if dying.

And there you are.
Waiting at the bus stop.
Wondering if I should talk...to you.
I know I made some mistakes,
But just tell me what it will take.
To be yours again.

Even though I broke your heart.
Glad to see you know you're a star.
And even though our love is far.
I'll still go where you are.
Yes I know its a shot in the dark.
But don't let that tear us apart.
And even though our love is far.
I'll still go where you are.