If What She....

If what she knew my unbound love,
Would she caress me back as before?
If only could love be it
To believe her be back & depart never.

If what she knew the horizon of my trust,
Would she hold me in her arms again?
If only could trust be it
To lay deep in her eyes in the pouring rain.

If what she knew the way my heart throbbed for her,
Would she feel it with her soft palms with closed eyes?
If only could racing heart be it
To stand calm yet feel my heart throb in her hand.

If what she knew the breath I use to take,
Would she wore the same scent again to make me alive?
If only the air would smell the same
For a reason to relieve me of all the blame.

And if what she saw the mirror of my pupils
Would she cuddle in me her hairs tangled on my shoulders?
If only could she see herself in me
Could she have seen my world and herself in me.

But she never did see a single thing of it
And I still live with the past memories.
If only could memories be it
I have loads to smile and remember,
Thy shalt I never miss....

Memories

I saw through the speechless glass.
Across the road on the cross,
And somewhere I knew I seen that face,
Strangely even the name in my memory I could trace.

Yet so strange, I saw the known stranger,
Smile unmatched, looks so splendor,
The curls went right to the neck,
The bold eyes shining brown and awake.

And I still in my usual seat,
A cold chocolate coffee,
And a fag to the lips.
Happy to have swept through time
Till the turn my eyes couldn't linger.

Memories cleared, the fog amidst mist,
A small ray of hope unseen,
Blooms a face amidst a thousand amidst.
A tender smile and a soft kiss
That's all I could remember from my oblivion bliss.

Long For...

How many do long to see,
A face long forgotten,
Still a glance just taken
And disappear unseen again?

How many do long to be with,
with someone real close,
yet would never be around,
Lest fear the distance should
make them further apart?

How many do long to wish
to be back in time,
But be glad to be living,
Afraid once driven,
they won't again be prepared?

Even I long for things,
Which I lost, some found, some never.
And for some even though they haunt me still.
But what I've always longed for,
Is just a touch, a feeling,
To make me feel no longer longing,
And I would cherish it adhere it to my heart.