You

You are the smile on my face
You are my beautiful days
You are the curtain swaying in wind
You are the fragrance of summer in my mind

The mist on the ocean is you
The red in the rose is you
The wrinkles on my bed is you
The maroon on my lips is you

You are the golden eyes under the sun
You are the green grass on my shirt
You are the bed-sheet on my chest
You are the shoulder on which I rest

The pillows on sofa is you
The pictures on the wall is you
The flower vase with lilies is you
The hammock in the balcony is you

You are the air I breathe
You are the dreams I saw at night
You are the light when I am low
You are the love I did not know

And now that I have found you, I am all you.

Like a song in repeat

We yell we fight, We make up, We hug tight.

At times we smile and at times we cry

We collect these moments in a jar

And seal it up tight.

Only to come back to it,

Just like a song in repeat.

But each time we yell and each time we fight

We grow close to each other.

I don’t know how and I find it hard to explain

But feels like we fall in love all over again.

Slip Away into the Night

Sometimes morning is not just about waking up
It’s an ordeal, it’s a nightmare.

Just like the one,  where you wake up and find yourself
In the middle of an ocean.
Fighting for each breath, you give out SOS, but its all in vain.

There is no savior, you are on your own
There is this voice that resonates in your head
But to let it out, you are too scared.

You don’t want to be called crazy,
There is already enough name tags you hold.

All you want to do is slip away in to the night.

You don’t understand, why do you have to get up.
Sun tries hard to pull you out of the bed
But you don’t want to get up when your brain is dead.

You stare outside the window for hours and hours
And see these people passing by:  some strangers some known.

You try to figure out, if they feel the same
Or this “dead-brain” is only your thing to claim.

And you sit with your knees touching your heart
Tucked in bed sheet, feeling invisible to time
You wait patiently, for each hour to pass.
And time mocks you on your face.
Take its sweet time, travels in its own pace.
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