U N T I T L E D

What more wrong can I do?
What more pain can I cause you?
...and what shall be the extent of our lies?
I loved where we were headed to...
...and I was beginning to believe in myself.
Yes, I stayed up all night praying for you
but I didn’t know...
...you want me to stay up for another million nights
and you want to sleep in this noise of my thoughts
where the distance is measured in light years
where my fingers cannot touch my silence
and where you expect me,
...to keep shouting with my unspoken words
while I dream that I may find God,
and when I do find him, I ask him for only you;
other times, I am wandering in my sleep without purpose.
So tell me, what wrong have I done to you,
when my words cannot even touch you?

04 October 2008

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What falls beyond the surface of my words
is yet to be known to your surroundings .
What is of this incredible luxury they call “Youth”
when it is spent searching for worthless commodities?
I, for once thought I had well worn out my adolescence
only to be reminded time and again;
Your beauty had eroded only to beautify others!
To what divinity shall I take my case to exonerate my foolishness?
The force up above keeps me searching for more ugliness
so I am punished, yet I am forgiven to the same extent.
Yes, I have failed to admit time and again;
I am but an arrogant fool whose prayers are always answered.

23 July 2008

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I have been gushed down your throat so many times
yet you say “it’s too soon for me to digest your words”
You keep making this harder for both of us
and I keep trying to dissuade you with my indifference
We are slipping through the pages of our fairy tale
where the time crawls on our bellies;
yet another wrinkle on your skin
and another life time passed
I believe in what you see
yet you say “It’s too dark for me to start walking.”
and we are back to where we had begun
So I keep trying to make you hear my thoughts
with your ears deafened by your silence
and here I am as I was before
standing at the facade of your existence;
yet you say “You’re too far to be reached.”
No, there is no easy way to believe without faith
So don’t think I will make promises of home coming
while I turn away writing you a love poem
with its pages as blank as my own face
and if you like, you can close your eyes
before I jump in what you cannot see

20 July 2008

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Look at the sky
strung so high up above on us
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06 Jan 2008