i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.

I am sinking, clearly,
I am sinking deep,
I think.

I was asleep and suddenly realized you were there
But when I woke up you were no where..
How sad I was to realize it was a dream
Which popped like a big balloon ever seen….

I did not wanted to come out of it
As it is the only place where you admit
That you love me as deep as an ocean.
And there is no place for any other emotion….

I cry louder in your absence..
And I realized your importance
I wished to have captured them all
Behind the memory wall….

I aspire to see you in dreams every day and night
Which is the only place where we unite…
But dreams are not in my hand I know
Leaving me shattered and quite low….

You're still there,
At the end of my fingertips,
Your taste is still there teasing my tongue,
Your sweet face,
Haunts all my dreams,
Your beautiful heart still has its strings,
Wrapped around mine,
Tell me how to let you go,
When everything about you,
Is still living in my chest,
Crawling through the tunnels of my mind,
And leaving soft but painful bruises, on my soul

Crooked
shadows, lonely figures
yellowed pages, splotched ink
broken promises littering nostalgic
lanes down the river of green and grey.
Reduced to these pile of letters some drizzle later
dusty, wet, and so so bitter.