This is strange.
Our painful existence.
I am happy,
at times in my unhappiness.
I am unhappy,
when sound too happy.
I don’t want be greedy,
asking for too much in life.
Is it less I can breathe everyday,
finding you around?
I have no explanations and vocations
except seeing you around.
Neither this is possession, nor you are my obsession.
I am too straight forward with you.
But I know exactly,
how it feels when ‘ something’ does bother you.
I can’t change anything,
But we can stay on the same road,
till I am stuck in a cliff and you are gone to
claim your heights.
Sometimes, life is rebellious,
a killer more well-versed in its regime.
At least we are breathing these moments
Lets’ close our eyes.
Take my hand off your hands,
May be I can die,
better without your hand in mine.
Some paths are lonely,
Even lovers don’t pass through together,