Winter And You…


Most oft than not,
I think of you, a lot.
When the winter comes
When the cold wraps me
I wonder where you will be
The way you were there,
Far apart, yet near.
A single touch,
A peck on cheek
A light embrace,
Warmth running deep
I keep dreaming of it
All the time.
You see,against me,
It’s my biggest crime
Each gush of memory,
Stronger by night.
I plunge under,
Without a fight.
I’m blue,it’s true…..
I’m sick and tired of memories of You!

Give me respite


Why does my heart still skip a beat on hearing your voice?
Why does this spark of hope ignite again?
That maybe,there is a part of you that still remembers me.
Or worst even,a part that hates me,for I did hurt you bad.
I’m stuck in space,no way to outrun your memories
The pain wont let me sleep,the want wont let me live
I have no right to ask you to come to my aid
Knowing its hard to forgive and forget
So I suggest that you hurt me back and be even maybe
For the blame in your eyes kills me from inside
I can’t be near you nor go away
Hurt me bad for I deserve it.
Do whatever,just give me respite. . . .

P.S:I did try to complete it,but guess,some things are never meant to be complete.