Your battles rage, and I see what scars scratch your skin; I see the weight you bear, your heart is a battlefield with unending spar.

In essence,
Distance gives you the view of their landscape;

Illuminating,
We glimpse our true selves through the reflections of others, like mirrors to the soul.

Like their garden, occupied by substance—what withers; mirrors they appear themselves a guard and here I stand, in all my form, a 'lookout' may seemingly.

World is as vast,
My worries small.
Who am i?
Im just passing through; a tourist from a distance.

No one called
WHO is no  one anyway?
I've  done the same by
not picking up the phone to dial
people that live miles away
just to say hello and miss you , miss me?
I'm sure they know!
Besides I dislike the phone  ,
privacy invaded
placed on hold,  disconnected  
bad reception  
Telepathically  pick up
I am calling .

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
I wanted to travel the one on which she went
But I was afraid that the road for me wasn't meant
And I wanted to take the road which for both of us was good

I dared to take a step on the path chosen by her
As I haven't ever wondered how awful I would be without her

Then I thought about the difference it would make in our lives
Maybe by keeping a distance for a short period our immature relation may turn to husband and wife

Keeping this in mind I have chosen the second road
And i hope this will make her my wife in the next episode
                                            -Soham

I do hear you, but
there is a boundary
Why should I let you in
with your urgent desires?

First, show me
what you're worth and maybe
I'll give you a passport
And even then

first there is the waiting room
It is my life you know!
I won't be spun in
by the sticky silk

of your feelings
and it certainly wouldn't help you
to start nagging or tickling
You can't enforce love

I want to go
I stay
Straying further away
We dont speak for days
I dont want it to be this way
Forgive me
Forget me not

I missed you.
oh, did you?
perhaps, i should not have said that,
didn't want to make you mad–
mad? you already did.
you disappeared for months.
what are you turning into?
what made you cry?
what do you want?

Rue, it's not that big a deal,
you're just making a scene.
then why is your voice shaking?
you sound like a kid performing.
are you drowning in dust?
in a city of rust?
you aren't crawling for nothing.

Rue –
what. do. you. want?
RUE!

The binding I know is real ,
A merging too grand to fake ,
Though I hold a primordial fear,
That the bond one day would break ,
You are a dream I will forget
when at last I awake,
And all the balms the psalms the crooked charms
Wouldn’t stop the burning and the perpetual yearning ,
Those hounds biting at my heels,
How far you are further than far
And the further you lie the more I sigh,
The more I suffer in dreams,
And now I stand naked and lonely ,
Gazing high and moving slowly ,
With a thousand ,if only,
No word can be more justified
To hold my silent testimony.