Wednesday, October 31, 2012

I think I have left home, really
I donot know how or when
The tender moments died quietly under the rug

There is no longing in my melancholy now,
Or in the pauses between my verses

I simply fill in the spaces between words
With complacent silence.

Monday, October 29, 2012

I retrieved a memory yesterday in the snow
I remembered we used to walk
In the rain sometimes
Stupidly croaking like frogs on way
To the pizza-place

I think here, I chase lost moments
Kissing hot men never returns
The feeling of our warmth and
No matter how many lies I tell myself
I miss you tenderly.