Seasons.

  When you treat us like seasons,the longer we stay, the more you hate.As winter's breath bites, you pray for sun and curse it again calling for rain,and the cycle goes on. when its near, you hate. when far, you cry.For your sake, the seasons leave away. we leave away. she leaves away.

~ "Friendship" (Love. Hatred. Any em...otion.)

Betrayal

When the two eyes turn against one another,
Can you see the world still the same?

When Brutus called him a serpent's egg,
Murdered him, who was once a comrade  
Can the history be ever changed?  

Yes, It was love for the Rome,
But the last words "Et tu, Brute?".
 Can they be taken away?

The stabs never killed him, but a broken heart, ripped apart by betrayal .
"then fall Ceaser.."
Can that love be ever again gained?

Remember

The night seems long to you,

but am waiting here, since dawn,

I have chanied myself to these roads,

Hoping to see the sky in that same color.

Remember,

When we drove through streets,

never knowing the end 

or the path we began?

Like feathers, we ranged

through the music of the wind.

Like leaves , we swam

Through rivers, and rain .

And the sky turned to  purple papers,

we built up our houses,on boats and planes,

painted the walls with pied fingers,

travelled in a metre,

years of summers and winters.

I was like silence, like drops

a million in an ocean, still alone.

And you came like words, like water

that could pass through walls,

holes and cracks.

Remember,

when you crawled through my door,

that the world passed by,

but no one saw it before?

Like bricks, I was 

bordered in a wall, but abandoned.

Like song, you were

Beautiful in words, yet silent.

And the sky never again turned to purple papers,

but remained as broken strings and secrets

upon your lips, that could never sing,

a  song of harvest, 

or of those houses in spring,

or of those streets where I am still waiting ,

hoping may be its you, everytime it rains.

As you leave.

As you leave.

Stairs, we take.

hoping the floors never end,

we never speak,

like the divided leaves, 

that never makes a noise in the wind,

as they broke apart.

Routes, we change.

The one we take isn't  that long,

nothing seems to be,

I walk slow , slower than 

the footsteps of shadows

and silence, that follows yours,

Everything runs in circles,

but this path doesnt. 

buildings, we see.

Where once i began,

Held your hand and

walked through a home of sand,

Chairs and shapes,

Like games of children,

they never change.

And you are still the same.

And I am the falling stone,

trying to win over gravity,

Like that salt which fights

against the sea.

As you leave, 

and this time passes ,

I try to make the hands 

of the clock meet,

and keep them near

 for more than 

a minute. 

Living.

I generally take a lot of quick snaps of the sky and the trees, whenever am outside.

Maybe cause , I see a life in them. The only living things around.

Unlike the rush of busy streets and people walking around.

It's getting darker now.

It's getting darker now.
A night, that slumbers inside my empty pockets,
And the sun still hides inside your eyes.


Sleep.
No one cares for a morning tonight.

The days that went by

The days that went by
when the wind was dead,
And i walked with people 
outside my door,
 the scattered drops on the glass ,
with my fingers
i drew your face
and made something
which you never were. 


Artists make mistakes,
But I wrote a poetry of seven and half lies
And now am ,
Sleeping with a wet letter
All your names and my sign,
unread, untouched truths inside,


May be ,
you will open it after ages,
that which was a mistake once
will end up as a sin of present.


the days that are to come,
I still feel the wind is dead,
But you are walking with me,
with open doors,
giving me a shelter from rain,
when I never shared a sun,
 the scattered drops on the glass ,
with your fingers
you draw my face
and turn the water into a me
which i never can be.