love people
saying things that
compliment our hearts..
love the sound of
kisses under the rain…
love the taste of
heaven as you kiss…
don’t we just…
love the touch
of somebody’s breath
against the back of
our neck?
just love the feeling
of someone
reaching out
just to hold our hand?
don’t we just
love the silence
that comes when words
are not needed..
don’t we just
love the feeling
of emptiness
and patiently waiting
for someone to fill you up…
how can a simple touch
would mean more than
what you can say?
how can you feel being home
just by spending a few hours,
few minutes with someone?
how can you want more time
or wishing for time to be still
and wanting to spend it
around a single person?
how can you ask for
something you know
you can never take care of
without hurting anybody else?
how is it possible to be complete
yet unsatisfied?
how is it possible to look at
a person without getting tired,
without wanting to blink?
how can you love a person so much
but not having enough courage
to let go of everything else you are
holding just
to hold that person?
how can you say you
really are in love
without doing anything to prove
whatever you are feeling?
i am yet to find my ever shy muse…
i am yet to find courage to woo her again…
i am trapped with my so called ego to try to call her back.
make amends and such.
i think, i have consumed enough vodka
that dried not just my throat
but my courage as well.
i think, I’ve spent enough
time alone that I’ve forgotten
how is it working, singing
inside of my head
to lure my muse back.
but then again,
she’s part of me
and i know, time will come
we’ll be reunited…
call me lazy
call me mean…
i rather not bother
to call for her name once again.
babe…
i wish i can easily
tell you
i want to be yours…
yours alone…
but we both know
that will be a lie…
honey…
as much as i want
to jump into
this lovely ride
i cannot
for the life of me
make myself be as
committed as you
want me to be…
babe…
you know
i loved you
i still do
but it would mean
another heartbreak
another tear
another chip
on my shoulder
if we, or at least i
will pursue this.
i guess you’re right
i wont be ready
not just because
i am so damn busy
minding other rides
but because i am
way too scared to
stick around…
i am sorry babe
that’s just not my thing…
in our own special time
another perfect world
i’ll be finding myself
being wrapped around
by your arms…
another continuous dream
unaltered reality
i’ll be seeing you every
single morning
i’ll look at your face
every single night…
another chocolate coated life
i’ll be holding your hand
without fear
without having to look
behind my back…
without any regret…
if only
this world is as perfect
as we both want it to be..
then i wouldn’t have to
worry a thing
about people i might
disappoint along the way…
for the time being
allow me to say
how much i love you…
and hope against hope
it will be enough…
