Queue 

Love is like falling in line at the grocery, you have to wait for your turn in someone’s life. Sometimes you’ll be asked to move on to the other counters  because some counters are already closed. Just like people. Some already…

Let’s fall inlove by A

Let’s fall inlove on a Friday morning, when the sun slowly creeps through the window of your apartment. I lay on the safety that your arms provide. You tell me when you’ll be leaving and I’ll whisper okay against your…

You love me, you love me not

do you run out of petals now to know you love me or love me not? did the last petal say you love me not coz you have to break my heart apart? pinky promise – still so childish, but…

I.M.Y.

I miss you, like the empty bottles missing its own content I miss you, like the bakery who runs out of bread at night I miss you, like the clown who goes home at night alone I miss you, like…

The Booze Of Loving You

I used to kiss your lips,now it has to be this bottle of beer. It’s so different, but the effect is the same – Addictive. I can’t stop caressing, the neck of beer bottle and imagining it’s yours. Lovely. I’m…

A love typed, not a love told

For once I want to erase you in my head, Yet my mind has its own heart to beat for you. And now it’s fingers turn – typing love letters only for you. Except only this is one way conversation.…

The Shadow Of Our Past

The shadow of our past is haunting like a nightmare In my daydreaming. 
 It lurks at the grimace Of this scars – This Un-band aided heart of mine.  
 That shadow of our past, Is a thug inside my…

Bike

We are the tires keeping the body in balance –the body is our love holding us together. 
 Yet the biker is gone to fix us. 
 We’re wrecked. 

Goodnight means goodbye!

There’s no more timefor crying since I’ve cried a river for you.  And I never regret it, because I’m meant to do it. I was destined to love you and to learn how to set myself free – free from…

The Poem You Read In My Body

My eyes – full of stars as you gaze at me. Fireworks of heartbeat, I feel with too much glee. You kiss my forehead – I wanna die with you on my bed. But tell me first what is left…

When I get jelly

You won’t probably feel it.But it is between I make love to you.  Jealous, to the idea that I am sharing my whole self to you. Hoping you’ll leave a piece of me.  Don’t take everything –  Leave some pieces…

Empty Days

Days running like an empty sheet of paper – uninked. An unlived hours of living – as dry as the desert. Nothing to feel; not famished or parched. This days when there’s no memory to remember. Nothing but an empty well.…