Twlight

I'm haunted by my thoughts about you tonight
So alone, without the hands that held me secure and tight
The ocean of emptiness that dwells inside
Like each breath slipping away with the ebbing of a tide
The strain of a broken rope just won't go away
For this moonless night is here to stay
And it seeps through my inner most thought
For all I couldn't have, your love brought
All I want, I need is your footprints beside
How do I face you when my feelings I can't hide
It gnaws at me through day and by night
When each tear would wish it'd be alright
When this chasm, inanition would leave to never return
Once again our love would ignite and our passion would burn.

Life shortlived.

Our base, the pillar of strength, you held us high
But with you forever gone, our spirits die
Tears now stream down the cheeks that flushed
Incomplete as it was, through your years you rushed.

The memories you etched would always remain
For every second we face, its ourself we blame
No sorrow, no pain, can wash away this hurt
little too late, we acknowlege you for what you're worth

With you we laughed, with you we cried
We saw the concealed smile and the face that lied
When you loved, with you we lived too
We'll live for you again, with or without you.

Dedicated to Debjit.
Rest in peace.
We miss you. :(

Whiskey

Under the starry sky

Beneath the silver moon

Bound together, their spirits soaring high

Like held conjointly in an invisible cocoon

Their fingers unwind like a pitched trap

Unperturbed by rest, in other each lost

Afraid to blink, to let out of their grasp

To abide, accept, retain, to withstand at any cost

From the truth in their eyes to this kiss on their lips

The flames of love that burns every sign of misery

Through the burdened and hardship that emotions rip

Incessant promise, from the lady to her whiskey

Journey

Hear the voice that screams
The reality of shattered dreams
Looking for faith desperately
Afraid, blinded to what we see
Seek light in the void of black
Reflections break when the mirrors crack
Against you, the forces, far above
Yet we choose to live, laugh and love.

Love To The Unloved.

Love is strange, it makes you break the rules you yourself made.
Love is strange, it makes you do things you know you cant.
Love is strange, it desires possessions that were never truly yours to begin with.
Love is an irony.
Love is that shadow of the object you can never see. You can never feel, never touch.
Love is sense.
Love wants you to live your life to the fullest, yet it creates consequences that leaves you stranded among the crowd.
Love is the carnival we all watch from a distance, once you're in there is no turning back.
Love is a roller coaster, a new height every time, a deeper sink, undefined. It makes you sick, but you enjoy every bit of it.
Love makes you run away, yearns for freedom but love creates a prison around you, confined in those four walls your senses, your desires, your soul. But these iron bars cant hold my soul in. All I need is you, come please I'm calling. All I reach for you, hurry, I'm falling.
Love makes you lose your freedom, captures you in the prison where you're never alone, your prison your sanctuary where dreams come alive.
Love is every bit of hope that leaves you hopeless, every breath that makes you breathless, every care that makes you careless.
Love is the sense of belonging that makes you feel forsaken.
Love comes with two, yearns with two, begins with two, leaves you alone. Alone, as one. Unity with devoid love.
Love is sacrifice , sacrifice of yourself, your dreams, your hopes, for the dream and hope of another, for yourself.
Love is the closed door through which we watch the spirit fall. The closed window through which we watch liberty play. For freedom is never free.
Love is the only game we love to lose, the game that we can never quit though we want to.
Love you long for when its lacking, when its over, when its too little, too late.
Love is the painkiller that stings with pain.
Love has the purity of a dirty game.
Love has the youthful charm of an antique.
Love has the wisdom of touch.
Love is the gift of forgiveness, the curse of pleasure.
Love is the burning desire of an inflamed kiss.
Love is the sweet memory we edge to forget.
Love is the empty threat that destroys every hollow lie.
Love is the gift of time that slips through your fingers.
Love is the soulful promise, the dried flower preserved in the forgotten pages of an ancient book.Love is the choice of choosing right when all you're left with is wrong.
Love has those moments of cold, those flashes of light.Love is doing things we never want to do again, things that always seemed right.
Love, to you I never want to say good bye.
Love is phenomenal.
Love is miraculous.
Love is eccentric.
Love is still strange.