I need You, You want me.

The more I walk away from you
the more you want me.
The lesser I see you,
the more We crave to be.
I stay and I hate;
I don't love
but you want me.
I stick around and cry
You hold Us and smile.
Its destiny,
no I guess its irony.
I don't love you
but I need you.
You don't need me
But you want me.

"I am a song..."

If you hear a rhyme,
that sounds like a rhythm.
If you see a bird,
that flies like time.
Don't stop and ponder,
to understand and wonder.
Its me, a puzzle, a mystery.
A song that sings,
like life that lives.
I walk, I talk, I stroll,
I stop, I look and I think,
then get baffled with my own reflection,
get worried and laugh,
at the misery of life,
then cry of the fear of happiness that has arrived.
The silence feels awkward,
the noise pollutes my mind.
I am recklessness at peace
or a harmony uproar.
A still picture in motion,
some lost mumbled words.
I live some dead life
in hope to sing and get alive again,
run not drag and become a song again.

"God cried for me tonight"

I dreamt of nothing more than a life,
A life with dreams and realities
and at times a sight of glory
in the dark, to save me when I m sorry.
To be loved and unloved,
to be remembered and forgotten,
to be saved and drenched in the rains.
To be loud and clear when no one hears
and be unspoken and unsaid when needed.
To be lost and found
and to be bound
To get lost again,
In the quest to follow some ways ahead,
And let few wander back into the past.
Everything was fine, it felt like life,
And I was used to falling and getting up again,
hit the barn and walk up straight then.
But today it's just not working right;
felt like I just died inside.
I feel I am unwinged and broken to pieces,
I can try to fly
But I don't want to.
It hurts so bad
that I have even lost the will to cry
My heart broke and bled and at this sight
Even god cried for me tonight.

"The Basement"

Its all down here in the basement,
all closed and locked up.
Some old memories, few random thoughts
and lots of abandoned feelings
that I don't want to think of.
Its half a room, full heart,
and that's what I behold
but I am sad and upset
that I don't come here any more.

Its all down here in the basement,
that I have been looking for,
some unforgotten people
and somewhere myself in the lot.
Its half a room, full heart
and its not always enough,
to keep the secretes so deep;
to love and hate
and still not weep.

Its all down here in the basement
and I guess it shall remain there
till half a room, full heart,
becomes a full room and an empty heart,
that shall never ever veil a secret again.