It will forever be a tussle
between the city and the beach,
the bricks and the sand,
the morning rush and the quiet sunrise,
...
Two pairs of feet
Are on their way
To the point of no return
(or so they say!)
...
I slept in the moon's warm embrace
through the night.
Now the Sun is nudging me
with its colors and patterns and light.
...
The light is fading
bit by bit
both around me
and inside.
...
They claim to know me, having read my words,
They, on whom I've never patiently rested my eyes,
It's the guileless eyes that brew the silent storm of honesty,
When words are born, so are lies!
...
My love is not a tree,
It doesn't grow roots
nor gives shade or fruits.
My love just flies free.
...
My heart is full of a song
that neither breathes nor lets me
neither sleeps nor lets me.
...