Feast On You

She talks to me through her eyes,
Feast on you, baby,
You are a hungry man’s born appetite,
She smiles to me, scared,
Loosen your grip on me baby,
You are much too delicate for me,
Let me hold onto you for a while,
Like a shard of precious glass,
Broken yet so wanted,
Let me pierce through you baby,
My blood needs a taste of you,
Love needs to flow through my veins,
Love trodden let me be for you, baby,
Eyes shimmering on the broken glass,
You are like music to my ears,
Note of a symphony,
I can’t get a hold of you baby,
This song needs a reason to be complete,
As every song has a story behind it,
A knot needs two ends to bind it,
Unwind me in front of your eyes,
Let me be the miracle in your life,
Coz a falling star might fall from the sky,
And I might try to catch it for you baby,
My heart needs a tender cry,
A hand to suffice all the smiles,
That I spent on you, baby,
Thinking of you all the time,
Day and night,
Light flickers before the early morning sky,
Let me hear the cries of your love,
In my ears, and that may be the note,
To the symphony of love,
As you may be the story behind the song,
Of my life and the world may call it a,
Masterpiece,
Only when you left me for someone else,
As every heart craves for a tragedy,
To fulfill their incomplete love,
Through someone else’s broken cries,
Let me feast on you, baby,
One last time,
Hunger never suffices of a man,
Heart needs a reason to write a song,
For you, baby,
You are a hungry man’s born appetite.

Grace

Long ago there was a cub named grace,

Years before his reigning days,

He skimmed over the lakes like a dragonfly,

Paws felt like feather over the surface,

He roared toward the deep blue sky,

But the roar of the silent night,

Didn’t even move a insect in sight,

Long before me and you were there,

There was ferocious cub named grace,

He couldn’t roar even the tiniest of cries,

In misery he was abolished from his own tribe,

In his journey he met an old wisely,

Who said to the cub,” search for peace,

In longing pain will resurrect eventually”

And so he traveled to the furthest of forests,

In search of his voice, as a lion needs a roar,

To distinguish himself from the rest of the tribe,

Years later he finally came to the peak,

Where the sun kissed the earth’s surface,

And distinguished itself from the rest of the sky,

Light shines upon those who have the will to survive,

Sun rises within breaching the pain that thrives,

Years later there was a lion named grace,

Days before he finally died,

He was the pride of his own tribe,

And the roaring pierced through the sky,

And the clouds once obstructing the path,

Now broke apart, eventually light shines,

Upon the face of those who have the heart of a lion,

And the will to survive during darkest of times,

When the inner voice succumbs within,

Heart skims over the shiny surface of life,

In search of you, grace thrives within,

Grace gives birth to a roar,

Even the tiniest of the cries,

Long ago there was a cub named grace,

Who taught me how to live a life.

Dear Old Shoes

My dear old shoes,
Lost their soul today,
When the feet within them,
Started to suffocate,
Confined were the dreams,
Within the enclosed space,
Needed an outlet to break away,
And so he ran for miles and miles,
Till the legs gave away,
Clasping the dreams within,
In fear of dream going astray again,
And the feet within screamed in pain,
A space once sufficient for an eternity,
Looks at me like a gaping hole,
Telling me to climb over the fences,
Within and run away,
As the opportunity sleeps besides you,
You just need to stay awake,
And so the feet roared in pain,
As the sound of stinging feet,
Blared, screamed in mid air,
My dear old shoes,
Finally comes the day,
When the person within,
No longer wants to fit,
Suffocating, gasping for some air,
My green and white shoes,
Lost their sole today,
When the person within them,
Didn’t want to suffocate.

Hunger

I’m no immortal being dear,

Time never fails to pass me by,

Heart ponders within its region,

What’s the significance of it pounding?

If there’s no one to suffice,

And the reach of the palms,

Slowly melts between the gap,

Where your hand and mine,

Never crosses the outskirts,

Of this unknown path,

What’s the significance of it craving?

If the doors of heaven never pry,

And the soul staggers under the weight,

Of your piercing deep blue eyes,

There’s nothing else in this world to justify,

But god resides in your eyes,

Heart craves in search of something divine,

What’s the significance of it praying?

If there’s no one to suffice,

And the heart signifies the longing,

Pain is just a melodramatic exit,

To this shameless act called love,

Embarrassment never fails to pass me by,

And the curtains slowly creep from behind,

Enveloping me into the darkness,

And the hunger squirms within the region,

What’s the significance of loving?

If there’s no one to suffice.

Naked Truth

When the day arrives,
Will you be standing naked?
Staring at the window panes,
Like the sun needs a space,
To define all its life,
In a single strain of your hair,
Matching the colors of the hangings,
On the walls scratched, contorted,
Nails pierced through the pains,
Glowing darkness remains the same,
Suddenly life begs for a need,
Each and every grain needs a change,
And the window pane keeps calling you,
Like a string tied to your toes,
Dragging you towards the end,
Like a wish, wanted to be fulfilled,
Every person needs a day,
When the window isn’t open,
But transfigured into a way,
A journey that needs an end,
Peace, solitude and the things,
Foolish for a man to please,
Like happiness injected mercilessly,
Each and every muscle strains,
To bring a smile to your face,
That may change the fate,
Write a note on the walls of your destiny,
That life was never a waste,
Living like a series of ropes tied together,
Straining to make an individual name,
Like every beginning needs an end,
The rope of life is strained, need to break,
Suffocation needs a marking,
To remind what the end is,
And so the beginning lies in shame,
As the grip of the rope tightens,
Every beginning needs an end,
Every end needs a day,
Darkness envelops you one last time,
In free falling there’s no pain,
Final thud on the wall of destiny,
Name scratched with blood and pain.