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

I want to..

I want to speak to you..
What your ears cant listen to..

I want to hear you..
Even when, someone else you’re speaking to..

I want to see you..
When you’re quite and don’t want me to..

I want to feel u..
When in distress my mind
Wants someone to hold on to..

My gratification..

I am closing my mind
Away form you to find

Its starts with fear
That you might come near

Its not my fault
I live in a vault
Away from all this chaos
Between my need and your want

Cause I strife
For a life
That’s devoid
Of voids
Of expectations
Of unrealistic presumptions

Cause if you give me love
I’ll give you wings
For you to fly
And leave me to try

Again in my vault
Its not my fault

But I fancy here
A podium I share
With my conscious mind
And subconscious find

They power me into versification
And I write for their satisfaction
..my gratification

Love is so...

Love is so dreary like
Waking up to early mornings

Startling to the perching rooster
Letting out his fright

To follow the samey
Old number daily

Watching the sun rise
To take up its prestige

Cycling through the tacky
Brown track

Following ma animals
Hurrying them to the earth

Scrutinizing the beasts
Winding up their feasts

Heat soaking up the afternoon dopey
Fishing up a nap, I am hopey

Waking up to slug down
The sustenance my other half prepared

Day will be shortening
Animals will be tiring

Watching the sun go down
Must leave for the town

Following the parched
Crumbly track

Chasing ma animals
Hurrying them to the shed

Counting the beasts
Resting them under cover

Seeing ma adoration
Watching my way
Feeling fresh again
The day was worth all the pain

Coming closer to ma features
She does it again,
“Wake up, its morning, still sleeping?”

..and love is so dreary as always
Like waking up to early mornings