Take me home

Take me home,
I remember the candid walks,
Down the road.
Carry my soul,
To the place, where the tides hit the shore.

The bridge rattled far.
A cold breeze blew amidst us all.
The heavy crowd walked past
Never hearing those silent whispers.

The autumn with its petals colors all.
The naked trees, they stand tall,
Dripping rain and dew down by the drops.
And i'm tired of this wait,
Of questions answered with a smile as a bait.

SO.....Take me home,
I remember the candid walks,
Down the road.
Carry my soul,
To the place, where the tides hit the shore.

The bridge rattled far.
A cold breeze blew amidst us all.
The heavy crowd walked past
Never hearing those silent whispers.

Oooooo

Take me home,
I still feel her breath,
the Warm flow down on my neck.
Carry my soul,
To the place, where our lips first met.
And I'm still alive here
Walking drenched in the same old summer rain.

So take me home,
Where I'll see
the long forgotten face.
Carry my soul,
To the place, where I'll come alive once again.

(guitar 
plucking)
Oooo take my home
Oooo wouldn't you take me home now
Oooo take me home now

The walk to the table

The walk was always memorable
It was almost regular
The table was there as usual
The wood shone bright as ever

The sun played hide and seek
Yet had his warmth on us
The table welcomed us under the bright sky
Kept opposite apart yet kept our eyes locked together.

Those days seems like a myth
A legend long gone
Happiness as remembered changed course
The sun merely showed his face
The sky cried ages still
The table never welcomed anyone ever
Went amiss under a blanket 
Of the dead leaves reminding us 
Of what was so beautiful alive
Now just lost without a soul..

Notes

Of so many small sticky notes
Of year long written yet speechless words
On the crisps of paper
Or just a typed board
They still stick around 
And never let go.

For all they carry a tiny piece of time
All forgotten yet few seconds of rhyme
Like a cloud in a clear blue sky
A thunder , lightning and words rains by.

Time never does stop its rhythm
History repeats, yet the end unpredicted
The days never stay the same,
But the moments and the date 
The notes never fail to tame
A simple mind, a throbbing hurt
Dry yet it moists up your game.

Come to think of it
It's just words
All that takes 
In those small notes 
To make your memory alive again!!! 

The cliché of Forever

Some love gained 

And many more lost
The locks still remain
Burdened on the bridge in a golden burn
The names still lingers 
But the people are ghost
Mostly a lie,
Yet together they hoped!!!