Nothing ever will be the same

We burnt the paths that brought us here.

Made insanity our middle name.

Threw our masks in a gust of wind.

Nothing ever will be the same.

Waiting for a taxi

Impatiently toeing the pavement,

Standing near the tree,

The breeze flirting with her dupatta,

She was waiting for a taxi.

How you make me feel

Where the thunder meets the oceans,

Where the mist meets the seasons,

There, beyond all words,

Is how you make me feel with your eyes.

Words in the dust

In the sunlight
On the windowsill,
Words in the dust.
Spelt in music,
Immortal in song.

In the moonlight
On the windowsill,
Words in the dust.
Blurred with time,
Still immortal in song.