one way emotion

its easy to see 

why love is a strong emotion

easier still when it's about you

something, I can do with all my devotion

Put me behind bars

and tie me with all possible restraints,

and yet I will be freefalling,

whether in our ruins or remains

I have a few reasons to smile,

but none strong enough to stop this flow

now that you're leaving,

this blood is all but snow

wish there was more from where this came,

wish you were sure of me as I am of you ,

wish I could turn back time and ask you

to keep me from falling apart,

before you asked me not to...

but now that everything is said and done,

the few vows rendered obsolete

and veils left forlorn

standing in a quiet corner of my heart

I can perhaps tell this silence

how much I wanted to love you

and maybe you can tell me

you would have liked some of it..

In this quiet absence,

there is but little obvious pain

the insanity is such

that everyone will continue living sane

those mortal will die

and those dead will remain buried

and between the two

i will sit and ponder

of the almost breaths you gave me..

Restraint

We both expect

but neither can relent

we both object

but neither can refrain sans the resent

made from our heart's mind

and bound by its make

we pursue our destinations

farther as they gallop in opposing directions

many seasons came and went

ample thoughts to lure the mind's vent

if only logics drove love

no  misery would befall this world

stuck like glue, I am meant to be with you

and you be with your dreams for now

and there someday I will reach

within the confined of our restraint

far as it seems as of now,

decimated as I look up to the sky

and you look down upon our remains

the only journey upward remains

maybe its a crazed belief

my heart's keeper, it is you that I seek

and without you, there really isn't any sight

let alone the differences between day and night

in innocent chambers of heart they dwell

for the feelings we left behind did swell

and compounded into desires bigger than our pain

how long can we live in this restraint?

GONE

The bed is made on your side
and the curtains are drawn
the oxygen's missing
and death seems nearer than dawn

deaf-tones seeping from bleeding walls
are but echoes of the broken falls
empty vases and charred remains
are remnants of how far this longing's spanned

the dust on the shoes is now rust
the flame is the desires has long turned ash
the rain has long stood guard to my moist eyes
coming down each time to see me
when I feel lonely without your lullaby's

like a traveler you've join back the race
leaving behind an essence of an embrace,
an empty frame and a pair of numb hands
are not half as painful as the never ending nights

rise, like the phoenix and sail in my direction
and teach me the real magic of painting smiles
the necromancy you can accomplish
is dearer to those living out lies 

I could write a thousand words today about a hug

sing a million why you should be mine
holding a few pieces of my heart in my hand
I close my eyes to turn back time

if you know how much of yourself you left behind
you'd come back for me, and change my world 
one more time the way you had done
the magic in this might
will reunite all that customs had to divide

or call me, a hopeless drifter, in your direction
like a bag of plastic, weightless I've floated for long now
or come and stub out this bag of bones
for one last touch from you death will wait...

Fleeting

Meeting and greeting

often in haste

a bittersweet symphony

for the longing to remain chaste

Of desire, you can speak at will

in denial there is eternity

wanting to stomp every decree

before it becomes an overkill

When I close my eyes
the lights go off

but in  the background
the noise refuses to dim

just like the moments you saved
when you stopped to look

are the ones 
that did you in

life moves fast, so fast at times

I hold myself to steal some time

nestling under the moist look on your face

I turn my back to what we leave behind

there are moments
when I become pure
hide my profanities
and become my very cure

but these moment are rare
rare as your sight
like so many things you are to me
a fleeting glimpse of my might

a rose that neither withers
nor loses its sheen
I run away from reality 
when it begins to drift away from the seams

No, I'm not dying or drifting away
but the epic ending is far from sight
even as these passages
become clearer by the day

a final journey into my being reveals
the very details only you managed to steal
the frosted glances deep in your soul
that I best remember as my living days