On the surface of my heart

Dream girl, you stay on the surface of my heart, somewhere unable to penetrate through thick layers but who says that you have to dig in? I go to such wild places out here, with you

चौदहवीं का चांद (full moon)

I’ll take all your burden

He carried her helpless body in his arms Like a wilted rosebud, new in bloom with red petals Scarred from the harsh winds and rain. I will take you, kiss your bruised once smooth face And your tired red lips. Just you wrap your arms and legs around me and give me all weight For

Slipping away from my life

Slipping away from my life, Is all things that I want Getting farther and farther Making me clench tighter To what remnants there remain Which look changed and never the same Putting me into deep despair That there’s nothing to hold, but there’s everything there

Remained filaments of me

If I was sitting out here on the streets in the dark, skin and bones and an ugly face with scars, yellowish sad eyes with tears, matted hair and an attitude all gone, left with no personality, humor, nor intrigue no wit to recite nor inputs to share. If I wasn’t the personification of me

Share my all

Give myself a little, to the pebbles, to the rays, the mist, the fragrance of grass. Share my all to them little at a time, and leave nothing.