Pink in one fold
I "Wish you were here"
"It would be so nice"
while I'm "Waiting for the worm"
lying "Comfortably numb"
Surrounded by "Empty spaces"
And when I wished " Let there be more light"
Someone put "Another brick in the wall"
Of course from" Outside the wall"
There's"Nobody home"
And was " A great day for freedom"
thinking of " Coming back to life"
with "High hopes"
"What shall we do now"
as "The show must go on"
Now that "I'm lost for words"
So " You keep talking"
And "Don't leave me now"
Just "Run like hell"
away from "Your possible pasts"
"Burning bridges"
Afterall "The happiest days of our lives"
was "One of these days"
"Just set the control of your heart"
While you're "Learning to fly"

A drop of tear in your eyes, for me
A stanza in your poem, of me
A walk in your dream, with me
A beat of your heart, that calls for me
A reflection on your pillow, of me
An image in your mirror, of me
A passing mention in your thought,of me
A smile on your face,
The warmth on your lips
My love to you will find its meaning
In the small things that go unnoticed

I just thought of writing something that would make me more transparent.
Something in a language that wouldn’t need a dictionary by my side.
Probably I’m misunderstood.
God knows why?
Can’t take all the negetive energy that keeps floating around me.
A surrounding where even a smile is a rare commodity.
Or smile that has a different definition altogether.
A veil that hides more than it reveals.
People shake hands, holding a dagger behind their back.
Is life worth all these?
A life that’s so unpredictable.
Doesn’t it require a better treatment.
It’s me.
Not very well known.
And one day, sooner or later, I’ll be few meters down the ground.
Trust me. It’s going to happen.
No one will be spared.
And if you don’t agree, either you the biggest fool I’ve never met or
You are GOD. Or Goddess.
Or one of the Gods.
And then what? Nothing.
So before I leave, I want to live.
Hope you know the difference between living and surviving.
And I just believe I have only one life.
The only area where I am pessimistic.

I want you to stab me in the gut.
I don't care what you use. A table knife or an axe.
I want to see your white hands covered with my blood.
Please be smiling too.
I want you to draw inticate patterns on my belly with a sharp knife.
Don't go all the way to the bone and don't get near my heart or below my hips.
We will listen to really good music.
I'll bleed slowly. I won't run. Or let my tears move you.
The heat in my eyes will take away the moisture and leave behind the salt.
I want to watch you see me die.
Kiss me then and maybe I'll live in you instead. We will be amazingly strong.
I'm hoping you will not hurt me,but then I'm not sure.
Let the grand finale be a memorable one.

Who says you need sleep.
Sometimes you can relax with your eyes open,
especially when you don't have to shut your eyes to dream.
When the dream is in front of you, staring into your eyes.
When you don't have to shift your weight from one side to another.
When you don't have to weave a story around some charecters you know but you can't bring them together.
When your ears, nose etc. can get rest without closing themselves, why can't eyes?

If tears can tell a story, can I write with it?
Can I recycle them?
Why can't I collect them and put them in a bottle and then offer it to someone?
Will it get into someone's body and help that person understand my tale?
Can I mix sugar with it and consume .
Will it make any difference to the tears which will flow down my cheeks, henceforth?
Can I mix it with some colours and create a touching masterpiece?
And if it can melt things, why not collect it and
gift it to people who have to try too hard to prove themselves.
Afterall they may never be able to pluck that moon
and stars from the sky, as they promise!
But what is the difference between the tears of a person
who can see and a person who's blind.
Will the tears of a blind show anything?
Or will it just speak?
And what about when you cry and instead of tears, blood flow?
Can you donate them?
How does a drop of salty water move nations, effect opinions, change attitudes?
It must be full of energy.
Why can't we convert the tear power and use it.
There is no dearth of it.
Next time a tear streams down someone's cheek,
let hope it will bring a smile on someones face.

Sometimes what you see is not what you are actually seeing.
Because you are only looking at it.
You just like to see it that way and because it makes you happy.
You know it is just there.
You can touch it and feel it but it's as far as yesterday.
And You can't reach it.
You comfortably place it in your future but it always prefers to stay in its past.
Miles apart.
Even the thought of losing it sends shivers down the spine.
It manages to stay with you, without you being able to stay with it
It effects your appetite and it eats you up.
It effects your sleep but it insists on coming in your dreams
And because you don't want to be specific, you don't name it.
You just call it "IT".

I can see the date changing in my watch....from 16 to 17. The time is 2.23 am.
And I'm writing stuff that is supposed to sell things to the masses.
Listening to music.
People who'll buy the product will never know how we got them to buy the product.
And I'm definetly not going to buy it.
Ironically it's a sweetner and I am deprived of my sweet dreams because I have to stay awake, to sell the damn thing.
We sell dreams. Staying awake the whole night.
Some times it's too late to say good night, or just irrelevant.
First you fool yourself.
Then you fool the world.
And you get payed for it.
Not bad.

Why do people long for partners? Why can't we stay independent? Why can't we live as an island???

life goes on....but where to...what is it that's driving me.....hope, fear, dream...love... hatred or is it that pain I'm waiting for...To strike my heart and remind of things I would have lost and then let that sweet pain lead me?