Shape shift, it asks me of what all has asked me of
Old tales of repetitive nature
They all want to be God
What about me?
Have a loop stuck in my head
I am neither human, neither God
I am the worst enemy of me, of them all
I hush and see
For a while, I am me
Voice that took a while
You want it gone, for good this time.
You’ve a feeling you wrap me with
I yap and yap, you baby light me still
You’re a place of comfort,
You baby are my favorite chuckles
I am home when am with you
I am strong when am with you
The days away are missing something
I am good with me but with you its special something
I have thoughts and nights in my hand
Want to stay up through them all?
Red wine and thousand kisses
Baby its your call
Let me sit in my ruins
The reflection that might look unmanaged
I am it though, I am still a breathing story of love
A tale of being for others
Others may not be ‘others’ in my story
They’re mine, for them I have given without much of a second thought
My tangled hair have crumbled stories of unshed tears
My untidy clothes share the secrets of preparations in the name of love
For the months I was cornered,
For the walls my heart learnt to grow
For the life I lived,
For the joy I spread,
For the times I was the curtain to their secrets
For the times I was the spark of joy, just needed
I am the reason the good exists
I am the proof of love.
‘The old times were better’
You ask me If I agree
Taking me back to times?
I’d say that with the very assured smile
Oh! How much I’d love an old romance
But how far back can we travel in time?
The people that surround us
And the the air that ground us; all alien
The world has spun way too many times
The people long dead, only to know how much has time flied
We have a reality, to us there’s a society
The garden you see, I see
Yet we just gotta be
I look you in the eye
I see that’s us dancing like candle light
I laugh at things
You remind me of places I’ve been
The curtains down, hide more than they dare to show
I feel I have a say and that’s not just me, its you too who make it that way
We could be two kids finding our ways
We’re friends? Maybe too soon to say.
He comes around with a smile
Cloak of being all fine
We pretend I wasn’t stabbed
By his very own hands
He gloats and shine
Right infront of my eyes
I read him like a book
Even the pages he hasn’t looked
What a shame!
I wonder why you never had friends
Betrayal of the century
The theme, with you blends
