With all my heart

I stood there for long
as you turned away.. ’n gone
choking ‘n staring.. your way
nothing was left to say
Wish you could hear,
the dilemma hidden..
‘n the truth within,
was there never a reason
why a soul lingering ?
as if a cloud in the sky
a dream, flickering..
‘n you to my soul..
on verge of diffusing,
all the fervor ‘n control..
Embraced by the haze
bit scared or amazed,
the touch, portrayed by the hearts..
rendered to your guilt,
of tearing it apart..
its me, on my knees..
pleading, whispering
to your heart..
turn back and look at me..
reach out your hand,
‘n put your arms.. around me
I’ve loved you from the start..
the deepest ‘n with all my heart

A Walk by the Stranger

A Walk by The Stranger

One fine winter night..
looking for nothing..
walking down the road,
all alone, on my own..
I thought, I knew..
The skies, stars ‘n the moon..
‘n every things around,
suddenly I realized..
how dead they felt to me now..
there was time,
they use to talk to me..
now all i hear is..
their frozen silence,
dispersed and diffused in me..
frigid to my steps..
I wonder if it’s the temperature
or it’s their queering eyes..
that infusing,
this chill to my very soul
rigid as never before,
I turned my back to them..
hoping they won’t see
the numb ‘n the stranger in me ..
no matter what I’ve tried..
they already knew..
what I’ve lived,
and where I could hide..
silent as the grave,
a minute before..
the night
now yelling,
in its freezing tone..

“ you’re the stranger, you’re alone..”

The Dead ‘n Ice Cream

The Dead ‘n Ice Cream

The freezing wind of change..
i was enjoying
the ice cream and the rain
all of sudden, that scream
and a sharp pain
something has broken,
over my head
before could understand it
i was drop dead..

and there i can see, lying me
untouched, unmoved..
still could feel the taste
the ice cream, that has gone waste
still lying near to me
untouched unmoved, like me
let it be a dream, i pray
heard someone calling it a perfect day

thr’z me going.. don’t know where
things were been washed away..
Haste makes waste, that’s what they say
but could still feel the taste
the ice cream, has gone without a trace

I still could hear, the haze
the frozen night and the rain,
felt the agony of my soul..
wet and shattered in the pain

I cried but no tears
I’m scared with no fear
of losing it anymore
There is no ice cream
for a dead, I’m sure.