Don’t open the windows,don’t knock on my door.Take my highs and my lows,play that song, once more. Leave the clouds, right over here,just by my bed, on a Sunday.Look at the mirror to hold my tear,where once the white daisies lay.

The ghostly winds of a lonely spring,what new heartbreaks did you now bring?Your songs always play the melancholy tunes,of lovers and poets and of deserts and dunes.You bring forth a longing for that special night,like a mother’s embrace or a glowing warm light. The ghostly winds of a lonely spring,what new heartbreaks did you bring?Have…

Clouds cover your heart tonight,the world does not feel right.You feel like spring has gone,and there will not be a dawn.The walls of your room closes in,and it seems to start all over again. Feeling of loss fills your fragile mind,you find all your distresses in a bind.You lose count of your happy hours,and forget…

In your arms, lies an ocean. An ocean filled with life, ready to spread across the world, and fulfill the prophecies of evolution. There I find myself, contented. Like an early bird seeking the sunrise. The time that you weave, through your late arrivals, creating a space for perpetual longing, for a love stricken lonely…

In your lies lies a home, a home for defeated soldiers, and lost and wounded hearts. You bring forth your lies, all your beautiful, pretty lies. Ones which tells of a promised land, to migratory birds and famished animals. My heart is famished too,  but you never lied to me. You never let me join…

Christmas glows on the fifth avenue, a resting place for so many dreams. As a lonely man, with a fedora hat, I get lost within the bustling lanes of lower east side, and reminisce your voice within a million screams. Lives are counted with whiskey glasses, while chasing ghosts in a Manhattan bar. The whole…

Long was the night you left, through my door Was it all an illusion or was it just a lore. A story you made me believe that evening, The smiles that felt like a sweet beginning. Your eyes could paint the skies crimson, your demeanor could have blinded the sun. Could we go back, return…

Come back inside, stop the chase. Keep the worries on my showcase. I cannot fix your woes or sorrow. We can just drink like there’s no tomorrow. Hang your darkness on my shelf. Be naked and just be yourself. It does not matter where we go from here. There’s no past or future for us…

What’s more brighter than the sun? Your hair during the Manhattan sunset, or the bright orange leave clovers? What’s more engaging than the orchestra? Your words spoken to me during apocalypse or the Christmas lights on fifth Avenue? What’s more lost than the abandoned bird? Your heart on a cool spring night, or the Coney…

Opened the door to let you in, on a cold frigid night. Where have you been? Did you see the moons crash? Did you read the forbidden book? Or were you just contemplating, how to win over this distance? That stops our hearts from meeting? Let’s not pretend you are not here tonight, sitting in…