June

Your aura is made of dark stars

Your body is made of paper thin clouds

Your heart beats a thousand miles away

You walk with a limp that only you can see

You kill a part of yourself every time you sleep

And yet, you rule your world.
And, you rule mine.

Color

Can your eyes get any brighter! 

And my heart any lighter!

How marvellous life is with you around!

Isn’t it wonderful that you love color!

Your hand fits in mine like a glove!

There’s no denying that our souls are in sync like a clock!

I shine like a star with you around!

Isn’t it wonderful that you love color!

Stop all the clocks

Take off the gloves 

Open your eyes

And wake from your dreams

You are colourblind. You know no color.

It is black and white, not even grey.

It tears my heart and it crushed your soul 

But ain’t no one perfect, this much you know.

Ten plus 2

Here's to the light you've been bringing to my life for the last twelve years...

What's in a name?

Why do you flinch when they say your name?
Why is it unfamiliar?
Why does it punch you in the gut?
Why do you spew hate?

Why do you crave for them to call your name?
Why do you want it to belong to their tongue?
Why does it sound new and yet so familiar?
Why does it feel like your heart's wrapped by their cotton hands?

When will they mean it?
When will they mend you?
When will your name have meaning?
When will your name be safe?

"Nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn’t meant to be."

It's ironic how time and time again music finds it's way back.
Every time, it feels the same - butterflies and dragons.

New notebook; Old pen

We never change
We change our clothes
We cut our hair
We may even shift cities or countries
But, we never change.