Not you, just me

The dip in the cool pool

soothing...dreamy...

I know I was a fool

It was not you - just me

I rose above for air

but..ah! I was drawn

I just did not care

I swam back down

Time was not my ally

Cool pincers stung me

I was fish out of water

I shuddered n thrashed wildly

I was dripping wet

I was tired and sore

It was not over, not yet

for soon, it was cool again

I was cool, but not wet

I was dry, I did not cry

Now, I do not despair

I do not gasp for air

Tough, so tough

So much brimming

in the cup of life

No, not in

but from outside

Holding it at bay

holding it all out

Its tough, so tough

Well, let it in u say

but what if its not enough?

The dam is full

about to burst

you say are you a fool

let it out first

Holding it at bay

holding it all in

Its tough, so tough

Well, let it out you say

but what if its not enough?

Water drops fall down

the fire still struggles

It wants to cool down

but still it wrestles

Holding it at bay

holding it all out

Its tough, so tough

Well, let it in you say

but what if its not enough?

Days and nights

smiles and pouts

warmth and bitterness

love and heartbreak

Holding it within

holding it all in

Its tough, so tough

Well, let it go you say

but what if its all that's left?

Tell me how??

I wanna run
run
run
From this wave of thought
Before I drown

I never wanna be the one
One
One
The one for you
But I like to be someone

Im in love
And my heart is in war
Nothing seems
Fair so far…

I wanna run , never wanna be the one…in love

I feel like a child
Who lost his only toy
Help me decipher,
Life’s message of joy

I feel like a king
A king in exile
Someday will conquer my sense and reason
until then life is gonna be smthn erstwhile

Im in love
And my heart is in war
Nothing seems
Fair so far…

Don’t wanna feel like a child,a king in exile…tell me how??

Blank reel

A blank reel..A fresh leaf...That's what people have always yearned for, after a time of turmoil. The past is never painful. No, not even the memories. It is the nameless and undescribable something associated with the past and its memories that seethes inside and threatens to burst open.

I dig n dig deeper

There must be a way out

It's late but sooner or later

I've got to have my shout

What's buried is buried

but no, not forgotten

Not missed, not wanted

but the mess is still rotten

The past has no glory

No pretty pictures, no butterflies

There's not much of a story

just wanderings and pointless lies

We look for a reason

after losing it

If there's no use running

We might as well just sit

Not my time

but I don mind

'Tis a blank reel I want

when I try to rewind.