Song For You

Someone very close to my heart played this song for me on one of our drives together….said this song personifies me 🙂 I’ve loved this song very much since that day onwards…

So today I wrote a song for you
Cause a day can get so long
And I know it’s hard to make it through
When you say there’s something wrong

So I’m trying to put it right
Cause I want to love you with my heart
All this trying has made me tired
And I don’t know even where to start

Maybe that’s a start

For you know it’s a simple game
That you play filling up your head with rain
And you know you’ve been hiding from your pain
In the way, in the way you say your name

And I see you
Hiding your face in your hands
Flying so you won’t land
You think no one understands
No one understands

So you hunch your shoulders and you shake your head
And your throat is aching but you swear
No one hurts you, nothing could be sad
Anyway you’re not here enough to care

And you’re so tired you don’t sleep at night
As your heart is trying to mend
You keep it quiet but you think you might
Disappear before the end

And it’s strange how you cannot find
Any strength to even try
To find a voice to speak your mind
When you do, all you wanna do is cry

Well maybe you should cry

And I see you hiding your face in your hands
Talking ’bout far-away lands
You think no one understands
Listen to my hands

And all of this life
Moves around you
For all that you claim
You’re standing still
You are moving too
You are moving too
You are moving too
I will move with you


You & Me

Let’s lie down and stare at the blank sky
and wait for it to be filled,
with a constellation of stars.

That moment will be ours alone. Because we saw it happen. Together.

Let’s go back in time
and recreate, step by step,
that night under the moon

When I saw the dimple in your cheek. And you saw the smile in my eyes. And we were in love..with each other.

We’ve lived in denial
we’ve tried life sans the other
Who are we fooling?

Completion personified, we are all that there is, to know about love.

I’ve heard and read about many great loves
and have been in their drunken stupor,
waiting to become one of those stories.

But you and me, my love, laugh and cry, and make the most of what we get with, and in each other.

What better story, and what greater love can exist beyond us?

Vestigial Love


I sit stirring, my fingers

over the rim of the coffee cup.

Lost in thought, wondering

how to separate the two emotions

of love and fear.

How is it,

that both co-exist?

Where there is love,

should there be fear?

Loving deeply, sometimes

brings unknown scars.

Now, muddled emotions lie

in front of me,

in the form of a crusted slice.

I take a bite,

and invite the dusk and dust.

The past is the bygone

yet, it lugs along jubiliantly

in the form of baggage.

I try to move on, but

find it difficult to know

that someone else owned your being.

It was once,

then why does it bother me now?

I see that you’ve immortalised,

the ‘many’ from history

in your work of art.

What then, my heart wonders,

is the difference in them and me?

While you paint us all on the same canvas,

I suffer with indignity.

Is this why, I waited

with bated breath?

I haven’t the courage,

to tap-dance around

the thin veil of inhibitions.

My soul lusts for more,

my heart beats for fidelity.

In thoughts, reasons,

actions and memories.

My silence will speak

more than often,

if you have the will to hear.

My eyes will be the mirror

to my soul,

if you would so want to love it.

Brevity awakens me,

to count on my fingers,

the few good years I wish for.

Be part of it, if you must

but I request you,

murder not, my notion of love.

My head spins,

with the chaos that “we” bring.

Release my burning clone,

right this moment, from the clutches

of the ghosts of the past.

For, my sacred thought of us,

will otherwise turn into ashes –

never to be gathered.


Darkness loomed
Feeling of directionless
“Perfect recipe” for disaster.

Eyes cringed
Hands covered the ears
Silence though,
Continued to laugh at her.

Empty words
Circled around
Letters leapt out,
Each resembling a question.

Was there a tunnel
With light at the end?
Or, would entering the tunnel
Lead to her shadow leaving too..

Enter and see
The voice urged
No other way to know.

Gather the courage,
To lose whatever
little is left?

I don’t think so.