Under warm sheets
In a cold room
Nothing beats
You know whome

Snuggled up
Warm bodies contact
A coffee cup
Liquid all blacked

please don't have somebody waiting for you

Only one man in history claimed " a giant leap for Mankind"
while taking a small step for a Man
and I think he was the first poet to walk on the Moon.
( his day job was an astronaut )
And he left his boot prints in the Moon dust as witness to his first hand experience to his poetry.

you're perfect on the outside*
                             *but nothing at the core

In Galaxy
my address is EARTH

In Earth
my address is COUNTRY

In Country
My address is STATE

In State
my address is TOWN

In Town
my address is NAGAR

In Nagar
my address is STREET

In Street
my address is DOOR NUMBER

In Door Number
my address is THIRD FLOOR

In Third Floor
my address is FLAT NUMBER

In Flat Number
my address is my BED ROOM

In Bed Room
my address is EVERYWHERE

I threw it all away like smoke through my fingers,
Scattering my dreams self-sabotage – it figures.
I've lost the passion and I'm running on fumes,
You’re okay it will be fine – everyone just presumes.
Working Hard and Sleeping light,
Starting from scratch now that’s my fight.

I'm all out of love, fervour and conviction,
Wondering if the efforts are worth the reward.
Moving through space and time with little direction,
And sometimes not being able to tell back from forward.
Losing hope embraced by Fears,
I'm complacent and waiting for something exciting.
Looking out and holding back the tears,
Emotionless void never abating.

I heard them say you can fix a mirror if it broke,
But you’ll still see the crack in my reflection.
Days and joys past I cannot evoke,
A broken compass offers no direction.
I can feel the hate growing inside.
Filling the void left by the ebbing tide.

Starting from scratch now that’s my fight,
Working Harder and Sleeping light.
You’re okay, it will be fine – that’s what I assume,
I've lost the passion and can’t keep running on fumes.
Searching my dreams self-sabotage – it figures,
I’d thrown it all away like smoke through my fingers.