Lost Appeal

Someone wise said
Happiness is
When you don't
Want to be anyplace else
Than where you are
Right now
I aimed to comply
I aimed to be  happy
but being lost
Is what it was supposed to be

Lost

When the thoughts are fleeting
And there are many conversations in your head
When the world is magical
But boring when left to its own musings
When the dust on the street
Could be sparkle
When your adventures
Could entertain
The little dwarfs skipping behind you..

Being lost
You might have scared happiness away
But how would I find great things, without..
Being lost
A million silent jokes
A million silent smiles
Some life-play
And few method shots

My dear lost life
Don't let me ever figure you out
The world is too boring
When left to its own musings..

Do you have a secret pair?

The yellow boots
She could never leave the house without them
Or end any night for that matter
The yellow boots
Were a little big for her
A little moist always
The yellow boots
Would weigh her down
When she wanted to run dangerously fast
The yellow boots
Could keep away at night
Or lull her back to sleep

Negotiation

Time stood still
As the curtains moved
With the cold breeze

In the morning hour
They both held on to each other
Willing to go all the way

It wasn't love or desire
Neither was it rebellion
No moral codes to be broken here

Time stood still
As in their embrace
They both realized
It will never be
For their end was crafted even before they had begun

She wanted numbness
He wanted soft comfort
So they knew
It's enough to be each other's audience
The end doesn't apply, that way.

Do I fit in?

She asked him
Do I fit in?
He said it doesn't matter

She said do I fit in?
He said yes you do

She said do I fit in?
He said no one cares

She said do I fit in?
He said try a little harder

She said do I fit in?
He said I love that you don't

Obsession

I am obsessed
With the smell
Not the scent
Of his skin

The touch of distant desire
Turns me on
More than attention

I am obsesed
With the sheer discomfort
Of being around
Unattainable closure

Oh, my restless mind
What did you do
How wicked of you to stoop 
So so low..


I am obsessed
With the thoughts of violating you
Slowly. Steadily

Like poison ivy

Sometimes there is no glory of pleasure 

Just a fade shade of compromise

You are to weak to understand, my desires

Or too naive to give in


I was obsessed with the wrong kind
In the end
The fault was all mine