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.

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!