I can’t let you go

You are an ear-worm;
As I walk away from you,
I can’t let you go.

Memories persist;
Like aftertaste of coffee,
I can’t let you go.

Like the lies I tell,
after knowing that I’m caught;
I can’t let you go.



Tomorrow scares me.
He’s approaching-
Or am I approaching him?
With those ghoulish blood-shot eyes
he looks upon me.
He sniffs my hair,
and whispers in my ear-
Loser! Loser! Loser!
Loser! Loser! Loser!
Loser! Loser! Loser!
I wish tonight my bed consumes me.


This fresh breeze of spring suggests, that I am nearly home.
Squirrel, busy with her nut, is bidding me good morn.
Chilling winds of north are dull now, clouds are almost gone.
Grass is greener in the plains.
Oh, I am nearly home.

I have waited for a year to see your sparkling eyes.
But I’ll be with you even before this teardrop dries.
You must have been crying too, but farewell to hard times.
Wait for me a moment more
now, I am nearly home.

Till you be me, and I be you

Be careful,
This moment is delicate
Be gentle, please.
Hold it lightly,
like you would hold a butterfly,
lest it should fly away.
Speak low,
talk in whispers,
We don’t want to scare it now.
Stare with me
at the distant stars.
Let’s lose it all in togetherness.
Don’t move fast,
make it last,
Pierce me through and through.
Drink me up
with your eyes.
Till you be me,
and I be you.