Funny how things fade in your head, So obviously. I realise I’m slowly forgetting words. I try to remember as much as I can, Hold it all in the palm of my hand And hold it close to my chest. But it’s all slowly slipping away. I dont want this memory to fade, I want it to stay. I feel a t Read More...
I look for you in the stars that shine, the moon that smiles. I look for you in the leaves that fall and the ones that don't. I look for you in the endless roads, in the chill wind that blows. I look for you in the cloudy skies, the bird that cries. I look for you in the Read More...
She loved pressed flowers. Retrofilms Fallen leaves And faded smiles. Cotton sarees Warm embraces And sunsets. Old songs Mellow beats And absent lovers. Faint breaths Lucid dreams And loud screams. Silent kisses Feather touches And floral scents. Earthly tones Hollow moans And empty sheet Read More...
I was told he was a passing cloud in my life. Little did they know he was the sky i stare at, Every day and every night. He was the bright mornings, The many coloured sunsets, The star studded night. He was the rainbow in my storm and sometimes he was the storm. The one const Read More...
Regrets... I wake up. Its 5 in the morning. The sun hasn’t risen yet. I had a dream. You were in bed next to me. Your hands were in my hair. You were leaning in to kiss me. I woke up just that second. Why did I wake up? Was I scared of the kiss... or are we incapable of dreaming of thin Read More...
Burning Falling Crashing. Do people remember the broken bridges? Do they mend it? Or are is it long gone And replaced? Forgotten. Revisited? Do you crash and burn, Again? Read More...
Can I just be yours For just one night? Let me lie close to you And take it all in. The scent. Your scent. The warmth of your embrace The shadows on your face The sound of your breath The way your heart beats The gentle rhythm in the silent night. Can I look into your eyes? Would you look at m Read More...
She loved messages in bottles Stories of horsemen And that of the war. And that of lives that were lost. Clandestine meetings. Walking hand in hand Towards nothing. The distant sound of the cuckoo Calling out. She loved a good song Some good words. And a tune she could move to. Cry to. Smile t Read More...