I wait for the delivered sign
To change to a read receipt;
But, knowing you are fast asleep,
It most becomes a matter of conceit:
To be upset you could turn away
And find peace in sleep so soon,
When I can’t help lie wide awake,
In the darkness of my room.

I wonder if our differences
Would be smaller than love,
If you know I’m not stronger
Than those who push and shove,
Who play games that shed blood,
With guns and ganks and strategy,
Who are young with ribs and abs,
With no depth to counter young vanity.

I wonder, if you notice all the nights
I lie awake and wonder if I’ll win,
In this round of relationships
And manage this subtle crucifix of sin.
With shards of jealousies and tempers
That have not worn out with age
And if I begin to speak of my faults
I’d need more than one soliloquy on stage.

Yet I have eyes, eyes that glisten
With past sacrifice and present emotion
And they gather all that there needs to be known
About people, love, lust and devotion.
You have my love now for better
Or for worse, for all of my remaining days
And perhaps all of the hours and years
That make up the sum of a fantastic always.

Make me know if I have yours and you
For I bitterly fail at the one thing called trust
So give me hope and make me know
If we can link our fates or perhaps if we must.
And the signs must change as is their wont
And sleep will come floating down the throat of night
As I sit and lie and live with or without you
Choosing in bursts to win or surrender the fight.



You cant be torn between two worlds,
One step in the door, and the heart;
You cant be ether, here and there,
That’s how atoms get torn apart.

Love is what keeps you journeying;
But Love is what made me realise:
As time pulls, it tires and hardens,
Eventually, snaps and dies.

It’s not love’s fault that it merges
What the past was with the present;
It always fails to consider
What was said and what the thought meant.

You fly through atmospheric space,
Touching earth, then soaring to sky;
But one place shall give, it’ll be time
To either dig deep or fly high.

Then won’t be a chance to back out,
Or descend, though your need compels,
You won’t be torn between two worlds:
There’re no two heavens nor two hells.


I couldn’t say I need you
When you smiled and said you had a reason
To not wake me with a kiss.
Kisses are to be timed.
Like doctor’s appointments
Or the schedules of trains.
I couldn’t say I need you
Because your smile was meant for me
To forget that I do.
It was a smile that was perfect
And timed so that I would not notice
That some appointments and trains
Are always late.