This Close

Let these colourful lights be lost in cold fog.
As you hold me close.

This close,
Your eyes tell secrets you had held back for so long.

This close,
Your warmth is all I feel.
And rest is eternal numbness of world that surrounds.

It may be the alcohol talking.
But then, I would rather be oblivious to this cruel world.

The Wild Horse

I run to dust off 
The lethargy that had settled in
I run
Dusting it off in a poof 
Off my shoulder

As I run
I break the shackles
Those that had come to entangle me over time
I break them one by one
Piece by piece

I run to swallow sunlight
As it seeps down filtered through the trees
I stretch up my neck greedily
To absorb in more of it

I run to
Soak in the freshness
And I breathe deeper
Not to miss out any of it

I run
To let winds play with my hair
I run 
To see the world around move
Like a poetry in motion

I run to break free.

Mr. Coy

Perplexes me as to why my fearless candor
Does not pull you out of your reticence

As you make me unravel layer by layer
I draw a blank from you

Open your arms to me
For I know what you hide beneath your visceral appeal
And it doesn't scare me

Whom are you running away from? Not me. Yourself.
Away from the child in you who loves to have me around.
Away from the teenager in you who sees magic in me.
Away from the man in you who knows no better form of peace than being in my arms

Celebrating Myself

It's time to shut doors

And get back to your own self.

It's time to say good bye
And continue alone.

Its time to turn blind to people
And take a solitary walk.

It's time to romanticise sun as it rises and sets.
It's time to feel wind as it plays with your hair.
Feel rain and smell roses as you pass by
And be mesmerised by colourful lights as they fade in cold fog.

It's time to fall in love with your own self.
It's time. It's time.

Drinking You Down.

This night brings back so many memories.
Times when you were a stranger,
Yet so familiar.
Times when we had hardly anything to talk about
Yet, we would wait for days on stretch to see each other.
Times when you said that I hardly know you.
And yet, we melted into each other.

As I crave for your warmth,
I know we are heading to a day when you would leave.
But then, ever heard of fear of separation over powering love?
I never did. For me, life is happening now!

Be it not love, if you still have your guards on,
But any such similar dilemma.

Tomorrow is another day
That is all I find solace in
As we bid good bye
And sail our separate ways to find our destinies.

Having you by not having you.

Why would I ever want to possess you?
Why would I want to pluck you?
I like you alive With all your vibrancy and scent.
Having you around is all I want
Not even in flesh and blood
Just in my consciousness
Having you around Induces peace in me
A kind of peace I could not feel in years

Let not the world decide for you and me
For it is used to labelling things, putting things in boxes.
Naive, is world. Not you. Not me. 
For it will never understand
Things we want deep down elude labels
They don't come in boxes
Can't be described with precision either
It's always either a black or a white for the world

Let not the world decide for you and me
For they were never there
They were not in any of those moments I hold dear
They were not there when my heart skipped a beat on seeing you after days.
They were not there when your thought kept me awake all night long.
They were not there when I longed for you So much so that I wished teleportation didn't exist only in sci-fi :D :P
They were not there
They have never been there 
It has always been a two-people's-world

Being a Rose

Having seen the dark face of humanity,
Chose not not be tainted by it.

Having seen the roughest and the lowest,
Chose not to be reduced by it.

Having faced betrayal,
Chose not to grow bitter.

Having to survive through apathy,
Chose not to lose ability to empathise.

Having lived through dark,
Chose not to lose hope of seeing a sun.

Having surrounded by thorns,
Chose not to become one.

That's how you
Remain a rose between thorns.