Friday, 20 July 2012

By the steps

It is moving slowly. But it’s moving. 

Now and then, I look behind at them memories and the succinctness of your parting only to realise that you have left more than I had bargained for.

I rush to the steps of our home. I am rushing out towards the open road. I am hoping you stop me. I am hopeless. Can you please tell me to stay? I see people fade away. I see death kiss goodbye to friends and I know how little time we have. We are not forever people, but what we share is forever.

You have lifted that veil of doubt. You are the truth that is written across walls of eternity. A nightingale’s song of love. 

How will you blink your eyelids without glancing at my smile? 

Let me adore you for the rest of your life. Let me take you the waterfalls of my longing and wash your fears away. Let me be that one. Let me.

The summers are disappearing. The winters never end. Shine your love on me. 

I need you like my morning cup of tea – I will have you anyway and any how. Even the moon shies away from me. No one has the answer but you, my love.

Your silence fills my room and I am not alone anymore. Without you, I walk with your shadow.
Stop by my steps someday. 

The keys are left in the door. Walk through and share a memory with me. And make me eternal once again.

Sunday, 4 March 2012

Why moving on is the end...

Does it really matter now that you're gone? That your memory still haunts the road and the cars and the gardens.
The wind chokes my breath. I know that life is here with you but I must go. Or she will die.

Will she? She is too young to know love, hate or abandonment. She will know why you chose to do it.
What is her fault? None. I am the reason she is here. Her future rests in my hands.

Her future will always be determined by you, no matter where you are. With me or her. But my future for sure will be nothing but broken.
You are an old soul, a wise one. You can understand. You can survive and gather yourself. 

When you held my hands, you said you would die if I left you. I stayed. Now, my life rests in your hands. How will I survive?
I die everyday a bit, without you. I'd rather die beside her so she'd let me go. Guiltless.

What if it is too late? What if I am not there? What if you knew that you killed me?
I will not let you die. In you I live, with you I die too. 

Saturday, 26 November 2011

Why do all good things come to an end?

Traveling I always stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less

I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets it and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?

Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon
So that they could die

Die, die, die

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end

There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, 
There is a rapture on the lonely shore, 
There is society, where none intrudes, 
By the deep sea, and music in its roar: 
I love not man the less, but Nature more, 
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

~Lord George Gordon Byron

Wednesday, 18 May 2011

I do not know...

I do not know how you wake up everyday
I do not know how you make it through the day
I do not know if this pain will ever recede
I do not know if this all that is left to grieve

I do not know how to sleep without you
I do not know the taste of food without you
I do not know the feeling of happiness or sadness
I do not feel anymore without you

I do not know the essence of me
I do not know how to smile or cry
I do not know where to go or hide
I do not know if I should wait or walk away

I do not know if I dreamed it all
I do not know if I will ever dream again
I do not know if I want to be alive
I do not know if I’m dead already

All I know is that one day you happened
One day you stood for hours till my world stopped
One day you made every life I’ve lived make sense
One day you made me see that you were ‘The One’.

In shadows and spaces, a vision of you arises
In pain and doubt, I feel your presence within me
In here and now, you are with me
In everything and nothing, you are to me.

Tuesday, 26 April 2011

Some enchanted evening- by Perry Como

Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger,
You may see a stranger across a crowded room,
And somehow you know, you know even then,
That somehow you'll see here again and again. 
Some enchanted evening, someone may be laughing,
You may hear her laughing across a crowded room,
And night after night, as strange as it seems,
The sound of her laughter will sing in your dreams.
Who can explain it, who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons, wise men never try. 
Some enchanted evening, when you find your true love,
When you hear her call you across a crowded room,
Then fly to her side and make her your own,
Or all through your life you may dream all alone.
Once you have found her, never let her go,
Once you have found her, never let her go.

Monday, 18 April 2011