Touch me not like the rose,
Touch me not for I shall close.
The soft petals call me close,
But the thorns send me
To an eternal doze.
Before me her eternal love flows,
I wish to drink it,
Before I drown in my woes.-
Tears fell,
Turning green
From the flood light
That engulfed his blue jacket.
There were so many
Rows of lights.
But yet the rest of the lane
Never lit up.
The loose bricks reminding
Of those old times.
-
It is always you... staying with me in all odds... and never letting me fall... maybe the rose has withered... but it is a rose nonetheless... I shall always love you more...
P.s. -
To my love,
The Bird.-
You know you've hurt her,
A lot.
When she loves you a lot,
Yet says it's over.
You can see the tears in her eyes.
But you dont know when you turned,
From the smile on her face,
To those small drops near her eyes.-
And everytime I close my eyes, I cant help but think of the pain I have caused you. I cant stop those little drops from falling out of nowhere. I can't help but welcome my sleep, thinking I can never hurt you again.
-
And so he thought, by not letting anybody else love him.
He can finally prove his love.-
He just didn't know what else to do.
His past foolishness, his past infatuation was now costing him his love.
He felt quite helpless, not being able to prove his love. Not being able to support her. Not being able to make her happy. Not being able to save his love, the only thing that kept him going.
He doesnt know, how else to wipe his past, other than by wiping himself.-
"Don't do anything stupid." was the reply.
How was keeping his promise of never hurting her stupid?
This he never understood.-
The brain is quite amazing. When I'm in my senses, my rituals make sense.
When I'm not in my senses, my rituals are the sense.
Because even when I'm drunk and cant stand, my brain always knows that I must wash the hands. Even when I can't see, they know where the soap is. And before I realize, I am washing my hands, then the tap, then again my hands because I have touched the tap. And then again the tap because it was touched. Damn, sometimes I feel like I need to wash even the soap. But never mind my mind. It's weird. Everything is alright and I'm perfectly fine.-