soulmate

I wish you're here.

you make things...bearable.

smudges on my window

i can only trace your face in a faint sight...

ardour

when i think of you.

i can never feel alone.

life is wonderful.

you are mine.

forth

looking forward tonight.

can't wait for the weekend.

have plans the week after.

you barely notice,

but hope afloats in you.

crossroad

given a chance to see you.

i will stop.

look...

and brace.

lost in sane

i'm not going to do it your way anymore..
nor my way..
we are goin to do it the sane way this time..

now...
what is sane again?

the superficial hopes

and just as always...
when i was on that point wishing
to expect dissapointments from you..
you would come..in the simplest of ways
and do the right thing like you always do.


and i would realize...
that you really never failed me.
it has always been a normal act from you.


(like a hundreds times before)i would be the one to think
that maybe it was me who was being so wrong
it was me who looks for superfluous.
it was me who fails 'us'...

the will

i was away for a while
and i planned to leave you
yet when i came back
you were sticking around

i went up the sky
and planned to leave you there
yet when i landed
you came sticking around

and for a moment,
i am here
you are somewhere...far.
and i plan it to stay that way
yet you still seem to stick,
like a leech sucking my sanity.

let go..
please.
i'm losing my options here.
i need to live on without you.

let go.

the nth inning

if wonderful was so obvious..

you would be an easy conquest.

you would be a quick play.

yet it was not..

there was nothing liberal on the sight of you.

yet my instinct betrayed me..

now i'm playing you by ear.

fool's thoughts

the laughter in my mouth
feels like a borrowed moment..
the silence in my head
seems like a temporary event..
the comfort in my heart,
a quick prelude.

as if sooner or later..
life would take it back again,
pleading me to pay up,
like an easy bet..
a bogus deal..
a funny joke.

metanoia

it feels funny.
either i'm not thinking right,
or my mind scared out the words.
i cannot seem to speak of you anymore.

martyr wannabe

i am still asking myself why i do this..
the very worst thing that one can do.
cease loving.

how?
why?
the sense??
i guess it's the only thing i can choose
to save us from this perpetual despair.

pain.
comfort.
we both have done enough.

ordinary us

a phone call.
a hangout.
a simple plan.
a funny story.
a cab ride.

simple things.
smooth intentions.

we could be happy...
i know.

piece of peace

i would have peace of mind..
until you give me a piece of yours.

thoughts of you

i have given myself a chance to visit you in my mind.

to remember..

to search..

to feel..

and understand.

was there something i missed?

something to regret?

something to come back to?

once.

i have taken a choice.

once.

i have given all the things that i can define of 'love'.

that is enough for me.

you and your game

i want to say something rude
i want to act naive and mean.
but i can't.
i don't even think i'm close of being one.

i don't want to be the person i'm not
just because of this mess.

fret no more.
it is not worth it.

sick day

i am weak to the bones.
so if you may, don't go try my heart as well.
atleast not today.