I don’t say…

I see how hurt you are,

I see your pain, yet standing there…

In relentless love and slight rain,

I wish I could take it all away.

I don’t say…

I notice you, looking all broken,

shattered and hopeless,

I want to pick up the pieces,

and glue them back.

Irrespective, of how I would cut myself,

I watch you withering away.

I don’t say.

I think and never tell,

I love but never show…

I believe but not quite,

I try but never help…

I look but never see,

I hear but never listen…

I miss you so often, it hurts.

I don’t say.

You make excuses, for the way,

I never am there when you need me.

Maybe, she is busy, she is away.

Maybe she still loves me,

oh darling, I do…

But there are no more excuses,

for I never come to you.

I see you dying, a little at a time.

I don’t say.

I hope someday, when the wind slows down,

and becomes more like a breeze,

when flowers’ fragrance is stronger than the day,

the earth feels a little more soft,

and your smile takes the gloom away.

I will still be standing, watching you,

loving you, breathing you in.

Yet, I won’t say…

I had a friend

I had a friend, Ronnie was his name…
I can’t remember if he was tall and serious or short and funny,
I remember though, that he had a deep voice…he would talk about everything that caught his attention from a flower to tarantino flicks…
No fancy schools he went too, but had the knowledge bank of an oxford graduate…
Sometimes he intrigued you, sometimes he bored you! But he would always hold your train of thought.
He talked like nobody would understand but was an open book really,
Not like a page turner or anything but like a slow, enjoy the sarcasm kinda book…
The kinda book you didn’t sit along well with in the first few chapters, but if you read it whole, it changed your life kinda book…
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t in love with him…but, it was pleasure to read him while I still could.
He always left you with a story, he loved telling stories and I loved finding them…
He never believed what you said…but took longer to finish his cigarette if something interested him…
To be honest, he never believed anything, but still had faith…
He socialized like a butterfly, but never tried to… He said hank would disapprove…
And I believed him…
I had a friend, Ronnie was his name… but I don’t remember if he was tall and serious or short and funny…

I am…

long overdue, here is a piece I have been waiting to share, my first stint at poetry or according to some, more of a rock song.

I may not be the most righteous person here,

But I know right from wrong, grey from white, so you can believe me tonight.

I have not seen the world, nor gained any enlightenment…

I have not experienced the high of success or the low of pain.

I have not felt the joy of dance or the awe of romance,

but I know the smile which travels like darts,

and the bereft look which breaks a million hearts…

They say all world’s a stage and I am a character,

explains a lot actually or maybe my ignorance is a major factor,

I might not be courteous, calm or right,

but I am not blind, I can see whats in plain sight…

I have my opinions, but there is no judgement, no scores,

I can write my own stories, but I wanna listen to yours…

Its disappointing, surprising, mean and messy,

but I guess that’s actually exactly hows it supposed to be…

This night is precious, don’t take it away from me,

because when I wake up tomorrow, I’ll again be ordinary.