Peace all, Love all

It was spine chilling cold, aftermath of the shower..
And all over the sky, was my name inscribed.
All was quiet.. I promised myself so,

And you too..

I wonder what the forecast would be..

Miss messenger

Life keeps you posted,
on irritation, anger, relief..
Love, on that matter..
We think its easier to write of love,
Out of it...
But not necessarily into it..

We don't learn to live into it.
Like always it seems difficult, and we back out.

We don't want to hear words.. anymore.
Speak.. Hatred..

And  then we Forget.

How easy was falling out of love...

But on our own

I played with guitar strings entire morning today. Not knowing the basics, of course. But they produced sounds, I tended to love.

And the breeze outside, eased the pain, together with the uncanny eerie sounds of the digital guitar..

Somehow its easier to write when you are sad, depressed.. I am stoned..

I keep thinking I will no more peek. I keep deciding,
I will,
No more..
No more phone calls..

Not even hellos..

I will restrict myself..
From thinking you, your scent.

We ought to walk.. 

Eviction

Songs remind me of you.. 
how our differences were undermined at a time..
And now all we have is differences..

Isolation doesn't mean no people around.
Its like being depressed in the crowd.
We call each other.. But we don't recognize each other!!
We want different ambitions..
We hear different sounds..

Soulbreak

Sometimes we hear languages, we do not know..

We see faces we do not see everyday.. 

Some faces remain by, and suddenly become unknown again.

We see different colors..

Some spellings remind us of those special unknown people..

Problems persist.. Differences too..

Yet happy times come by within these faces,

Colors,

Times..

And yet humans could never learn to respect differences.

They could either compromise,

or fight..

Just before the 3rd year

Silence became her weapon,
She had rules to follow now..

Loneliness, among others was her enemy..

A song to the Gone

How often will I let you leave? And You keep coming back..
How often will things go haywire, as usual, 
While I try to put them right.. 

Winds of lost love are here again..
Let them go, catch the train..

I do not know What strikes you,
That you repeat yourself..
In manners most erroneous..
For I no longer wait for you, 
Neither, expectations await..

Winds of lost love are here again..
Let them go, catch the train..

Blown

Winds come, and pass by..
Heavier ones bring rain, You brought one today.
I didn't want to get wet today!

A Lost episode, 
An epitaph, and a sad lyrics.. 

No more, no more..