Random thoughts

Little by little, tik toking of the clock passes the whirl of midnight, Now, I need you to leave from my thoughts,from my memories. Now, I need to fall in a slumber sleep  into the hands of agonizing dreams. Just after I wake up pretty late in the morning, The blaze of wind brings the smell of you comes to me. Little by little, I move aside to find the orb, To bring you back up in the memories. Now, I need you to confront me; right out to me, Now, I need to feel you; Not just in the memories But when the day is ending, i swim my way all over the corners of memories, Little by little, tik toking of the clock passes the whirl of midnight. Now, I need to tell you something before you leave About, "How much you should affect me!!" Now I need to fall in slumber sleep Into the agonizing dreams of memories!!

It all comes down to prove, To prove that I don’t  feel for you, anymore I smile to your name, won't budge to the memories Eyes stay dry as always, Not even a single shred, Not even a trace back in time, So, I, I was never bounded to you, Your soul, your memories, No, no, not to anything, All that was between me & you, That we called “us”, Was nothing but a scattered story!! Say, why do I still wake up in night, Breathe slow, smile then, Hold myself tight, tighter Close my eyes to keep them dry, Say, I have been ignoring everything about you in sight, This town, this city, Reminds me every piece of you. Call me unlucky but I have always been waiting for you to return, for you to smile. Do I remember the color of us? Well, Do I? It was dark, dark blue Now, all I can see is scary brown, It was once grey turned to white, So where are we? So why are we? Trying to say we are alright

I always imagined love to appear like that of a soft knock of the wind on the window. I always imagined that when i'd open the doors that sudden gush will make me fly, make me remember that i am alive. I always imagined love to be like a soothing sound of a rain against my balcony floor when i am reading a book, reminding me that not all beautiful things hurt. I wondered if love would just hold my hand and to the roads, talking about the hues of sunsets, sunrises and the leaves of my favourite birch trees reminding me if how we were nothing but a printer's pallette where the hues were mixed to make a masterpiece. But when you came, there was no soft knock on my window, but there was a hurricane behind it. And when you kissed me i could taste alcohol and your bourbon tongue in my mouth for days. You were reckless and you made me feel like you. I remember how your fingers touched my neck, and how my neck smelled of cigarettes a...