Poetry

Talk to me, she said
Sit for a while and lend me a gaze

Discover me...

Questions, you raise
Doubts, I might erase

I am more than you think of me...

Whisper
don't let them hear

Let's just be you and me...

I am shy, I don't talk much
I won't catch you if you just pass by
Only your imagination is enough
I know you don't have much time

I am sweet
I am sublime
I am a poem
I am a rhyme

Hold my hand and let's be free...

Welcome home?

What does it mean honey?

You've left it all for me

Where should we head on to now

Where do we go from here

What do we do now baby?

When the simple feels most complicated

When we kinda have it all

Still we feel empty handed

What have I become tell me

When its hard to say welcome home

Have I really reached that far honey

What have I become

What could we have had really?

If its anything other than love

Would we have felt full

When our pockets were filled enough

Now that I lie beside you

And I feel your heart beat

I should say welcome home baby

Spread your warmth and surround me

Little Changes

Little changes one by one

ambitious decisions in progression

little more bending of those rules

some more hate as a tool

Where are we going

where is the end

are we strong enough

to bring this to end

One less cry in the name of love

one more time we gave it all up

one more "pragmatic" way of life

one more fancy way to lie

What are we doing

all we do is pretend

are we strong enough

to bring this to end

For one more taste of that success

you  push yourself and try your best

and when you find the fight to be endless

you teach yourself this compulsion is progress

What are you doing

what are you doing

do you want all this

to bring you to end

Pour yourself some wine

Get up,

get ready,

get moving in the line

Come on,

you gotta make some more,

some more of those dime

and whenever you feel empty,

pour yourself some wine

Feelings,

just let them go,

cause you ain't got no time,

Boundaries,

don't try to push them back,

cause they're all pretty defined

and whenever you feel empty,

pour yourself some wine

Whenever you feel full,

you gotta ask for just a little more,

and whenever you feel lost,

find your way to a liquor store

and whenever you feel empty,

pour yourself some wine.

Independence Day

Afraid to go to the places we used to hang out,

we can still hear the sound of those explosions

Are we still independent?

Barely able to keep ourselves together,

divided by caste, money or religion

Are we still independent?

Struggling to find what's black and white,

compelled to challenge the authority of our governments

Are we still independent?

Trying to push hard to survive,

frightened to imagine the answer to this question

Are we still independent?

I am Happy

I killed myself today, and I am happy

I sacrificed my thoughts again, and I am happy

today I lied, to score

cause I believe I need something more

more than I could ever want

more than they could ever grant.

But I am happy

yeah I am happy

I contained myself a little more today, but I am happy

I learned one more of those "lessons" today, and it makes me happy

those settling layers of knowledge,

today was one more

is it getting bright or dark,

I am not really sure

But I am happy

yeah I am happy

I am happy

I am free

Happy

Free

Happy...that's who I am

Free...that's who I wanna be.

On dirty grounds...

On dirty grounds, i stand

that receding sound, i hear

the losing grip, off of my hands

as my own faith, disappears

and i m spinning round and round

to find only you

always find back my way

right into you

This happy face, i pretend

with my own intentions, unclear

will this confusion, ever end

or will i stand, only here

i do what i do

cause you want me to

always find back my way

right into you

i never wanna leave this place

but i still do

always find back my way

right into you...