Words, mere words they were That you used to sweep me off my feet Your sweet words they were That drowned me in your thoughts They were your tender words That left me pinning for you Words, mere words they were That you used to pinch me and leave me bruised
Stand on the edge and take a leap of faith Plunge into the depths of her blue eyes Where all the secrets to her heart reside
Borrowed breaths, fake laughter and hidden tears, the ingredients you need to cook adulthood on a slow but constant flame. -Yamini
Pull my strings but ever so lightly For what trembles make music Can create a numbing din That’ll bleed through your ears
I stare at the waves touching my feet. They wash away small shells from the blue depths. In a trance I take a handful of sand and watch it slip away. Grain by grain it leaves my hand as if it were never there. The tighter I hold on to it, the more it escapes….
Let the clouds pour their heart out And the wind blow its furry away Let the thunder shout its guts out And the sea flood your thoughts away Let her cry today, let her win today….
“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.” – Rabindranath Tagore
Let’s move across mountains and oceans To a world away from the world… Where stars shine bright and the moon smiles tight And we look above with hopes and not bounded ropes Where we wake up to the sound of waves crashing our caves And start the day with chirpy birds but no nagging thirds…
“This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.” – Rumi
From the depths of the ocean, a shriek rises Above the waves it climbs with a crazy pace And fills the air with a deafening sound But it’s a noise my ears can’t hear For it hits like silence on me and Leaves me numb to the core…
Oh the sun shines bright today Who’ll save me from the burn? I’ll get my blue umbrella Oh the wind goes wild today Who’ll save my hair from tangles? I’ll get my blue umbrella Oh the clouds are crying today Who’ll save me from the cold? I’ll get my blue umbrella Oh it is so…
“Anyway, it doesn’t matter how much, how often, or how closely you keep an eye on things because you can’t control it. Sometimes things and people just go. Just like that.” ― Cecelia Ahern