Portrait

A rotating penthouse
In the tallest building in the capital.
Slightly drunk,
Slightly high,
Slightly old but filthy rich,
He sits on his sofa.

The wine bottle is half empty
The gulz around are half naked,
attempting at humor and seduction
to attract his attention.

He seems to be least interested.
May be too much of the same thing.
And again he thinks of her.
With tears in his eyes,
He realizes
What he missed.

He thought
That this is not what he had wanted.
Well, then how did he get all this?
He then realized,
These are precisely what he had wanted,
And She was what he had needed.
He had got what he had wanted.
And these wants - he no more needed.
And what he needed was long gone.
Into the oblivion of the past.

Irony!!

The journey has not been so long
But it has been tiring and taxing.
I'm tired and fatigued.
A few steps more
And I'll be at top.
I tell myself
To carry on....
To not look back.

I tell myself
Not to think of you.
And I've been telling myself throughout the journey
not to think of you.
And the irony is,
Whenever I say this to myself,
I've been actually thinking about nothing else
But u.

Night Rider

I wanted to ride
through a journey called life.
I wish you could be with me, on this trip.
To hug me tight.
To be by my side.