Square One

Retracing footsteps,

Going back to the start,

Taking down these walls,

Burning these bridges,

Searching for my old heart.

Excruciating pain,

Will not take me away

No, I will not stop

Running back to the past,

Coming back to that day.

Reliving each moment,

Remembering how She was,

How She thought, how She felt

How She have always been,

Before She irrevocably turns to dust.

Smoke*

Smoke is contagious, smoke is blinding: beware

Do not be entrapped by its soothing, gentle care.

Smoke fills the room with subtle pain,

Smoke can kill you, but because smoke can tame:

Every intake, two, three seconds

Every puff, four, five,

Smoke can make you feel alive.

*written as requested

Because

My lips tremble as I speak your name,
Careful not to break into tears, I take a deep breath
Hold me, I tell you, as you walk into the room
You sigh, and understand: this is another round
Perhaps another sad movie,
Perhaps another heartbreaking song.
Or maybe fear, or maybe guilt.
You hold me anyway, and wipe away my tears,
And you never ask me why, you just know
Because you always know why; hence I love you so.

Lackadaisical

I took some pen and paper,
Tried to put some words together    
Alas! None.


Dozed off for a bit, then tried for it:
Hopeless, I was better in my dreams.


Threw my pen away.
Crumpled the paper.
Made strong coffee.
Ate some bread.
Watched the news.


I took once again, the pen, and new sheets,
Tried to put some dreams together,
Alas!