You turn into the pages of a story,

That you've never heard before.

But it'll break my heart,

and it'll break your heart,

to find,

it's never been told before.

tick tick tick


Our minds are fickle. Our dreams, fickler.
We let them grow from a pocket of fire, that we carry around in our hearts.
Do I dream when I'm awake, that we'll be together, with the dresses we wear, knit by our fate?
When I'm asleep, I can only hope, that the bar around the corner, is as warm as we want it to be.
I take comfort in your mind, as you do in mine.
And entwined, we'll wait for the clock to strike eleven,
and for the chords to turn into heartbeats.
Because we wait, with the patience of a timer, that's unwilling to go off.


tick tick tick


But if not wait, what are we to do?
Our lives are those little timers, waiting to go off, so we can burst forth in colour, like they do in the movies.
When it does, I'll hold your hand, and we'll dance in the City lights, till our feet are bare and souls alight.
Because with you, there is mirth,
in your words, there is joy,
and in our dreams, there is eternity.


Till then we'll wait, wont we,
on this kitchen floor,
and stare at this timer together,
waiting, willing for it to go off?


Because we are together,
what we apart,
aspire to be.


tick tick tick

Blackbird

Blackbird, you come to my window every evening,
To listen to the sound that is my heavy breathing.
You put a wing up to the sun,
And said the world is sleeping.

But Blackbird what of the Sun & the Moon,
What of this morning that has come too soon?
Do not tell me of white trees in September,
Do not tell me of fast cars in June.

Do not fix my head, or begin to mend my errors,
And do not teach my tongue in forgetful forevers,
That when my lover left, he left hope behind,
And the heart endures what the heart endeavors.

And if you must sing to me, sing me the blues,
Sing me the sadder of the golden tunes,
And if you are to fix me, Blackbird,
Make me the object of another man's muse.

So leave me your feathers,
Blackbird, on my window sill,
And I'll write that epic letter,
the one to my lover,
And have it laden with goodwill.

But promise me this, with my letter when you roam,
You'll leave me behind a heart-shaped stone,
One I can cradle and caress,
Till you somehow bring me, my lover home.

Lazy Wednesday

Sometimes,
My hands cannot keep up,
With the things,
My mind wants to complete.

Thoughts move,
Too fast for my heart to grasp,
To measure,
If the passion meted out is enough.

So I,
Stop mid-way, and stare at my hands,
Willing them,
To get more done, without moving at all.

And technically,
Shouldn't I be accomplishing more,
If I do,
Absolutely nothing at all?

Because,
In my mind, I have done them,
And the world,
Is but a reflection of my mind.

So I will be happy,
By achieving with my thoughts,
Because delight,
Is that purple Sunbird, on my morning walk home.

You Only Keep Me Here, So I May Not Keep Myself.

As the evening grows louder,
I cannot take any more of you,
As the city grows cloudier,
I doubt I'll see this through.

Because my heart,
It belongs outside the window,
It follows the breeze,
Go where it goes.

You cannot hole me in here,
There's too much I haven't seen.
You cannot hold me with fear,
Once my mind has been set free.

There's a busy station somewhere,
And I must be a passenger,
Be a part of greater equation,
The begins here and ends nowhere.

But you keep me held down,
Telling me you're keeping me safe,
You only hold your ground,
So you might not lose face.

My world grows emptier,
Darker, and smaller each day.
Would you hold your ego greater,
While you watch my mind fail?

Jingle-Balls.

Jingle bells,

And you yell,

"Girl! Your ass is fine!"

Then you bed a dude instead,

And wake up in denial.

Hey!

Jingle bells,
Something smells,
There's vodka on the floor.
You left your underwear behind,
as you ran out through his door,
Hey!

Jingle Bells,
Something tells,
Me that you were having a good time,
I saw your legs wrapped around his head,
Or wait, maybe they were mine.
HEY!

In the corridor,

Your girlfriend yells, "You're Gay!"

You shake your head and run,

Because your mama says you ain't!
Ha-ha-ha!

Jingle bells,

Santa tells,

Me that he gave you your due,

You wished for joy and gaiety,

And now your wish came true.

Merry Christmas Everyone :)

Winter Dreams.

I've been dreaming without sleeping,
It's safer that way,
Because the nightmares are contagious,
I cannot control what they play.


I've been living without breathing,
It's nurturing that way,
Because my decadence is fallacious,
But decadent I will stay.