She

She is my song, she is my paint
She’s on a dry day, rain
She is my pride in between shame
She’s on dark days, a bright flame

She in weakness, is my pillar
For strength she’s my shoulder
With time we are growing older
Same time a bit closer I hold her

She’s the feeling that burns inside
Like a hurricane you so like
The love on which life is defined
With pride cause she’s called mine

She’s my sleep, the kind with dreams
Like the early morning sun beams
For her the heart always skips beat
All I need is ‘her’ on repeat

Bottle of Procaine

Can you make this feeling die inside
There’s a bitter heartache in my head
Like a choked tear held in my mind
Waiting like a river to out spread

Can you make me whole again
Feed me a new sensation I haven’t felt before
Let on lies my hope regain
As I move alone on the dance floor

I need a new food for my exploding brain
Hey waiter do you hear me right
Give me a bottle of your finest procaine
I’ll sip it up like age old wine

Finally something to make the pain subside
Sleep will come before it is night
Once it wears of I’ll be back in plight
Till then forget the world and its fight

Empty Ring Finger

One day he packed and left her
Took her world, left behind only two things
A gaping hole in her heart, in anger
And an empty mark on her ring finger

Crossroads

There she stands at the crossroads
Turmoil creeps in, why so many signboards
Pursue ahead and she will be in a wedding gown
Or turn back and return to her father’s town
In puzzled dilemma she stands
Prays for an option, to choose both hands

Love Fulfilled

She trembled in fear
And he swam in uncertainty
Then he pulled her closer
For the first time they kissed
Suddenly, the world stood still
Storm was calmed and love fulfilled

i wait

In perpetual deafening silence I wait
For a signal to alter my existing fate
The small screen to illuminate
To hear a tone and then vibrate
For a call, to accelerate my heart rate