What is ?

What is being lonely ?

Is it being by myself in the vastness of the night.

What is being lonely ?

To have people around but nowhere to cry.

Or is being lonely

Sitting in the midst of fake masks and everything yet not having anyone to care ?

In love and in rum

They played the guitar so hauntingly.
They danced drunk, in love and in rum.
She buried her face in him,
Oblivious of anyone.

He felt strange eyes staring at them.
She was oblivious when he shielded her,
Eyes closed.
They were in love and in rum.


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Location:Neverland

You

You are about smiles and shining eyes,
About voices crackling in candlelight.

You are about laughter and misty dreams,
About swirling waters in bubbling streams.

You are about poems and lily stems,
About happiness that will never end.

You are about the softest snow that's ever been seen,
About elegance and beauty and everything inbetween.




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Location:Neverland

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.