Days of You

I drink my coffee every day in morning
And when I am done, I feel like talking
But then I am here and you living there
There is nothing much that I can share

Please don't feel like I am unahppy
But its almost what I want to say
Doesn't matter if I'm talking of you
I am always thinking about you though

Your face keeps coming up all the times

At times, I confuse the mirror with mine
Your voice and your words always linger
And sometimes your skin on my fingers

I think, I am writing this for you to know
That sometimes I want to say that "I do"
Even though I haven't said enough till now
I will hope that you know that I surely "do"

Let me go

Excuse me god, too busy writing my destiny
When you have no idea what I would like
I would like to get rid of every tragedy
These mishaps are not what I anymore like

I would like to drink up every glass of wine
Cause it would cloud all the evil that I see
I would leave every thing, every one behind
Anyway its all going to be fine without me

I would like to have this strange breakdown
that takes away all my smiles and stupid mistakes
Its feels better sometimes to let things go
I know its my life that would be at stake

Such boundless pressure for which i am not made
I can't wait for happiness for twenty or more minutes
It's just taking away more than what I have gained
Cant you see that it's not important, what ever!!

Excuse me god, too busy experimenting with my destiny
I dont want you to fill it up with ups and downs
It would suit me if it is little less than harmony
Sometimes its better if you would just let me go..........

Effortless pain

I have been waiting for the day to fade
So that we talk and I have a happy face
Wondering if this can be called normal
Wondering if I should say or stay formal

I fall for you by each night that turns over
and then deeper when the morning soars
I keep thinking if this is at all usual
To be sure of what I have never felt before

Why am I not tired of talking to you on phone?
Then replaying every laugh, every word we spoke?
Needless is my urge to understand this ache
Useless is my effort to know why I am a wreck

I have been waiting for the day to fade
I am waiting for you to lay in your bed
Wondering if you would come to me tonight
So I can just be little happier than last night

Good Times

Last time when December was here
I was half awake and half asleep
Dust had not kept any secret from me
I was told; my good times will be here

When May took away all the birds
Rooftops and trees were abandoned
The wind had not kept anything hidden
I knew; my good times is at next corner

When August swallowed all city lanes
Everybody was soaked in hard blown rain
The sparrow hidden in the window pane
told me; my good time will be here

This time when December is here
This time when we have already met
Every moment spent echoes in my ear
Enjoy your good times; Cause its here.........