I Left The City

I left the city long ago 

fleeing from my demons 

surprisingly, 

my demons welcomed me 

in a far and alien land 

where conversations are difficult 

I am forced to be a loner 

Have conversations with myself 

they are not that great 

but I yearn for my city 

where a couple of people know my name

and my language 

Taken For Granted

what would happen 

if you were not the chosen?

may be they like the way 

you are ever present, 

like air, 

- for instance, how much do you 

think of air? 

abundant, present, cheap

and you are sort of entitled to it?

may be you haven't made yourself 

rare, scarce 

that's you are taken for granted

Long

time move swiftly 
we watched, silently gazing 

at our little sacred dreams, 

saying nothing, wishing nothing 

but bidding time 

for when we'd never have to

dream again 

and that would be when all 

the dreams have come true 

Sitting By The Edge

I'll be sitting by edge, 

smiling, 

and never wish I stuck by

your side, 

not today, not tomorrow 

but someday, 

for now, I'll keep in touch 

and take note of your tone 

because I am idle like that 

there is no better way to waste time 

than to make you feel 

as if I am eternally and hopelessly 

infatuated by by 

as if there is no other being 

on earth that would deserve this 

that would love better 

One Drink Tonight

I will have a drink tonight 

and toast to the madness 

abundant in every nerve 

inside me 

I'll have a drink tonight 

that'll remind me I am alive 

I'll have a drink 

to take a brief break from all 

the hassle that abounds 

I'll have a guilt free drink 

just one drink 

Battle-Scarred

may be you are battle-scarred

from the constant need to define 

who you are 

in a world keen deeming a star 

and one day, you set yourself free 

from all the yokes 

and the never ending need to fit in 

and live life on your rules 

but then the constant pursuit of 

people seeking to rob you 

your hard earned happiness 

grate your already weary soul 

We'll Meet Again

we'll meet again 

in a positively hopeless place 

a place where we'll have 

forgotten 

what it means to dream 

and the past pains that clung to us 

like leeches they were 

will become a cherished part of 

our existence 

and the scars, both palpable 

and impalpable

will become emblems 

of who we are 

or who we never became