untitled…

should i be bothered
that I’m still expected to
say less?

should i stop trying for
my voice to be heard?

could i move even an inch
without people staring
and questioning that
that simple move?

could i  breathe without
thinking anybody would
mind that simple involuntary
gesture?

could i start living for
myself without anybody
branding me as one
ungrateful child?

could i touch anything i
want without having to ask
for one’s permission?

could i love someone without
thinking of the raised bar
given by those people around me…
suffocating me?

could i chose my own path
without having to look back
for someone else approval?

would you hold
my hand if i
reached out
for someone to
understand?

would you walk beside me
tell me
that i am doing the
right thing?

will you stay
with me…
and
never leave?

don’t we just…

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…

another set of unanswerable questions…

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?

why bother?

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.

 

 

 

sorry babe..

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…