to me

to he

(Dedicated to an evergreen friendship, called Kushagra)

in loss or gain

in so much pain

i walk

to talk

to someone

hes the only one

i dont speak

we are freaks

the unspoken word

means the world

to me

to he

a cry in the dark

or when in any lark

together we have been

and have seen

child in us grow

in winds, to and fro

trumpets we now blow

life's in flow

the saga will continue

we'll prepare the menu

wat "it" has to serve

to fulfill our verve

to me

to he

the saga just continues....

He’ll understand..

Moments, I let them pass

Wait, is my task

Every sunrise, is what I count

Hope, is what I want

Everyday I am dawning

Pouring and yearning

With desire

To fire

To hire

Another test

Onto my chest

To receive the pain

Of life’s lain

When in darkness

I am in harness

I close my eyes

Loosen all the ties

On my knees

Him I please

Get down low

And bow

Cause he chose me

In tests to sheen

To fall

Then stand tall

I took the blows

Got really slow

Now I am fine

I think its time

Hope he’s unlike me

Next to me

His son will stand

And understand

He’ll take me to a place

Where I am free

And could fly above the trees

Then love I’ll seek

At its peak

Moments, I let them pass

Wait, is my task

Every sunrise, is what I count

Hope, is what I want