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Will their clocks ever tell the same time?
Will their thoughts speak the same language?
Will the perfect strangers remain strangers?
Or will they become perfect?
Will their pasts slow them down?
Or will their future ask them to hurry?
Will their legs make the last mile?
Will she smile?
Will they swim again?
Will it rain?
Will they keep their words?
Will they have the right ones when the moment comes?
Will they hug?
Will they kiss?
Will they remember?
Will they forget?
Is it time yet?
Will they find what they were missing?
Will he heal her soul?
Will she make him a whole?
Will they put everything else behind?
Will he learn to be kind?
Will they mess it up?
Will it be a beautiful mess?
Will they caress?
Will they cuddle?
Will they touch?
Will they talk?
Will they open their hearts?
Will they close all other chapters?
Will she cast a magic spell?
Can he really tell?
Are they really meant to be?
Can they see?
Maybe he should fly
Maybe he should walk
Maybe its time to adjust his clock.

On Travel

My legs take me where my mind can't.

Mercury Rising

Disease
Behind its pain
Beneath my throbbing vein
I can see in guise
The lessons learnt by the wise
Friends? Foes?
What separates them, who knows
But the tired bones and the burning skin
Makes me remember my kin
My lungs scream at deaf ears
My face betrays my smile
My breath is no longer silent
And takes more than just a while
There are those who call and those who don’t
The ones who don’t, I knew they won’t
The ones who do, prefer to seek my mind
Mortal issues, they’d rather leave behind
So I hush my lungs
Smile a bit longer
Hold my breath once more
So they can ignore
And as I lie down to sleep
Hoping in my dreams
Someone would come along
Maybe sing me a song
Pay me a compliment
Pour the healer on a spoon
And bending forward, say
I’ll make you get well soon

Unconditional love*

Do you care only if you are there?
Do you listen only if you are spoken to?
Do you see only if you are shown?
Does it matter now that we are alone?
Has your love developed amnesia?
Has your concern met its expiry date?
Was this really meant to be our fate?
Is our past sleeping peacefully?
Have the demons been laid to rest?
Or is this all for the best?
Has the bitterness turned to indifference?
Or are you being more bitter this way?
When you don’t have much to ask
When you don’t have much to say
Are you being formal?
Are you being aloof?
Are you being vengeful?
Are you running away?
From what you might see?
Or from the woman you might be?
Or am I reading too much?
Is it such?
That maybe you don’t care a thing?
Just because I can’t ever buy you a ring.