More Structure, Bald Nature.
Intelligences without a Heart of Conscience.
Lost in the battle of Negligence.

I will be there,
When you are falling apart,
When you have tears in your eyes,
When you have nothing left to live for,
When you have everything to lose,
I will be there.

The question is
Will you be there?

i wonder if they notice that i can't breathe when they mention your name

Tears of pure emotion rolled over his cheeks
Taking out the lava of pain down onto the earth
His revival now solely depends upon the way
He manages to carry on in the aftermath
Of the eruption of the volcano, called emotion

You're not here with me doesn't
Necessarily mean
You're not with me
I know you're always with me
Whether it is here
Or somewhere else.

Death separated
Our bodies
Not the spirits, the hearts
Your existence
In the space-time
Once or thence
Enough

I'll lead my life
Till the end
In the name of the best within Us

I wash my face of an overly busy day
and your fingerprint on my wash basin mirror catches my eye
then it all comes back to me
how we spent the afternoon 
in each other's company
in a flurry of panic 
to conquer yet another deadline.
But that imprint seals an inwards part that becomes my final assessment
and without uttering another word
I conclude without doubt or reservation
that whatever you touch becomes part of my history, becomes a milestone in my life's journey and that part and more of me has been absorbed by all of you.