Unendingly

That feeling you stoke in my heart, when your fingers are snuggled in mine
That warmth you spread within me, when you wrap your hand around my arm as we walk side by side.
That feeling you drown me in, when you look at me with love in your eyes.
That moment when I'm thinking of you, lying alone in bed, somewhere far away, and I realise, I love you, unendingly.

Green Hills

You wouldn't believe how green these hills are
From the light green grass by the roadside to the dark green hues on mountains afar
Every weekend when I pass by these roads I'm filled with an overwhelming sense of guilt
For I am the reason that men have mauled all this beauty with the concrete snake we've built

I wonder if we'll live to face the consequences of what we've done
In the pursuit of our little patches of happiness under the sun
But I've gotta be honest, for I'm as human as can be
And though I am moved and enchanted by all that I see
I've gotta admit that if it weren't for men who strip the Earth bare
Men like me, would never be filled with such care
I wish I could spell what I see but my words won't suffice
So let me leave you with a few snippets in 3x5s...

Would you take a walk on the beach
To calm the demons inside
Hail a cab when all's asleep
At 3 am, in what's neither dawn nor night?

Would you spend an hour with the sea breeze
To ruffle through the cobwebs in your head
Sit with yourself for company
When all else is tucked away in bed?

Would you watch the waves break
And drown yourself in their erratic screams
Till they finally make sense
When all else cozily dreams?

As poetic as that does sound
I'm sure you're too darned sensible to try
And prefer your being tucked away in your cozy dreams
Just as at this moment, do I!

Endless hours but they're still slipping away
I'll wake up tomorrow to another lonely day
I know you're a part of me deep within
With a blurred boundary of where I end and you begin
But here I am, listening to the pitter patter of the rain
Lying in my bed all alone, reminiscing bygone days again
I close my eyes and see blurry flashes of a once glorious past
In my mundane present, time seems to move too darned fast
Before I can come to grips with what isn't and what is
I'm back to the grind of another day, still searching for that which stays amiss
It'll be another 3 days before your smile can brighten even my darkest clouds
But until then, I'm all by myself still stumbling through self doubts
I guess that's what marriage is supposed to do
Have your better half beside, so on nights like this, they can cuddle you
I fall asleep slowly, my vision blurring while my dreams get clearer
And with every slower blink, you seem to get ever nearer
I guess some day, a year and a half down the line
I'll be lying here, holding you in these arms of mine
My eyes have finally given up and I slip slowly to my wonderful land of crazy dreams
And I come to sit beside you with our toes twinkling in the clear cool waters of the stream...

Started with dreams of being a millionaire
Now you're stuck in a rut and aint really going anywhere
You thought you could just wing it out
You'd make your own destiny, of that you never really had a doubt
And you took on each day as it came
Told yourself in the mornings that things won't always be the same
So you hurtled along without any real plan
And as it turns out, now you're a different man
Some dreams have worked out, some dreams not
And you're decidedly undecided about what you've got
Now when you look back at what's been your life
You realise its not what you had in mind when you were twenty five...

You make me think, I'm more than who I am
If I saw myself through your eyes, I'd think I was a better man
When I tell you I'm lucky, you tell me that's not true
But I am and I'd be lost, if I didn't have you...

Would you take a walk on the beach
To calm the demons inside
Hail a cab when all's asleep
At 3 am, in what's neither dawn nor night?

Would you spend an hour with the sea breeze
To ruffle through the cobwebs in your head
Sit with yourself for company
When all else is tucked away in bed?

Would you watch the waves break
And drown yourself in their erratic screams
Till they finally make sense
When all else cozily dreams?

As poetic as that does sound
I'm sure you're too darned sensible to try
And prefer being tucked away in your cozy dreams
Just as at this moment, do I!

I'm back in the bus on a Sunday evening

My beloved home town, once again I'm leaving

To partake a journey, through lush green mountains

Studded all over by nature's falling fountains

But on these twisted roads, so oft do I ride

That it seems like an eon since they've had me surprised

So with closed eyes, I reminisce, go back to who I was and look at who
I am

And everything seems to have worked out, almost to a plan

I open my eyes to my present and look out again

To be greeted by a sleet of water, running down the pane

I look at the little streams pushed to slant against their will

And revel in my own fortune, by just sitting very still

But I know my joys are short lived and with this journey, they too shall
end

As I reach the other city, my persona shall transcend

Gone will be the boy, that dreams dreams that no one else can see

To give way to the man, who pretends he's forgotten what its like to be
free

Deceptive are these twisted winding roads with their picturesque
scenery

That flatter and blind you long enough, so you cannot see

The mundaneness that lies beyond, in the world of men

Where in the chase of illusions, real joys are held in lien

Maybe someday, I'll pay heed to all that seems in obvious need of
repair

Maybe someday, I'll pause long enough to be filled with care

But today I travel these twisted roads again, through the scenic
mountains

that rise and fold

To where once again, I shall live a normal life, where every morning
shall once gain be filled with just - the same old, same old....

Driftwood

Life meanders like a river running slow

Taking us like driftwood on her gentle flow

Sometimes the currents plot to bring us closer

Little driftwood, for a while we flow together

But the currents aren't always gentle and kind

Some driftwood are drawn in, some left behind

But as is true for driftwood, we always float along

Along the changing scenery, dancing to the river's trickling song 

But no matter where the river plots to carry us tomorrow

I'll always be behind, as your currents I follow...

I often spend hours sleepless at night
No one to talk to or bicker and fight
I've got umpteen thoughts running in my head
But they aren't really leading me anywhere, beyond my bed
Deep into the night as sleep plays its elusive games
I always argue with me and always end up with the blame
Till the silence of my house finally gets loud enough for me to see
That this is what is called being lonely