Read the caption below: In our twenties and new probably chilling out with few In the middle of night needed something to light Asked here and there We were in the middle of nowhere Anonymity pointed to a hut Giving us jitters in our gut Trembling and shaking We walked towards our awakening Knocked at a barren door Trying to get our first score With lot of guts and no glory We cooked up a gloomy story The man laughed at our stoles Then gave us something rolled Puzzled happiness led to cry As we were just about to fly Resting in the sea of darkness Amidst the hamlet of wilderness Crushing the inner core It's scent was as luscious as petrichor We binded over it platonic whose every vein was organic Rolling a page of desires Besides a pond of cold fire A slow gush of vapour inhaled Kept inside to be derailed Sharing our souls on perch We went on a heavenly search Swimming among the stars Touring the universe at par Lost into the world of collision Reality seemed to be yet another delusion It was just another escape But more divine than any other landscape We hope it to be our eternity But time pulled it back to reality Yet another night Yet another light We were having our Four two 0 As much as H20, inside.
You have always been everywhere. In the candy store down the street and by the lake at the edge of our town; in the daffodil field where we first kissed and by the trail where I learnt to ride a bike. When thunder rumbled and rain fell in torrential curtains, I could see you looking out of a window. And that was the only time I saw a ghost of a smile linger on your face. What is it that makes you cry? Why do you scream so loud in lifeless dumpyards? Do you have a memory that tears you apart every night? I wish I knew what to say when I saw you with bruised knuckles. There were tears in your eyes. Anger was rolling off you in waves so fierce I didn't know if I could even touch you. You have been so into your own world that you never noticed people pack their bags and leave without a goodbye. Even on the darkest of nights you never fail to light a candle next to your door. I wish I knew why. Why do you burn letters on full moon nights? Did your bones freeze with pain when you jumped into the river last December? When you stand at the curb and look at the sky, why do your fists clench? I've seen you sit next to the entrance of our town's cemetery every friday without fail. I wish I could take your hand and walk you to the one grave that holds your love. In the summer heat when I ran through burnt fields, you have stayed behind and watered the bushes lining our street. You've let go of so much I'm surprised you're still concrete. You leave pieces of your soul wrapped up in blackened newspapers near park benches. You don't look back once you turn around. I wish I knew why the world shook you so hard you never stopped shivering. When it gets so quiet you can hear your own heartbeat, do you try to get yourself out of the pit that has swallowed you? I wish you would take my hand. I'm waiting right at the edge of it.