Love

Two Tragedies in Life.

There are two tragedies in life, Said one great poet.
My story may be short, might not even be completed,
But believe…

Must I let you go?

Must I let you go, before I get to even hold you?
 Must I stay away, before I get to come closer?
 So much you do to me, I…

Shooting Stars

The sky is blue and the horizon red,
Drunk the world is with the sun abed.
Heavy my eyes are, weary my limbs,
And I can’t help but…

The Three That Weren’t.

Once, I wished upon a star,
For a girl, who I was yet to meet.
Somewhere out there, away so far.
Not much, but one, I would so love.

The Broken Prince of the sky.

I feel like telling you a story. A story I dreamed of as a kid. And a story unfolding around us as we speak, that I’ve ignored and shunned.

But in my heart of hearts, I feel the truth of it. For I know that if not this, nothing else is true.

Serendipity, or lack thereof.

Let love become logical, and it’ll wither away. Try timing affection, and it won’t appear. When happiness is scheduled, not even nostalgia can bring it back. It must all be chaos, or all is lost. And it must be free, or it’ll perish caged.