Boxers

they come in different shapes and designs
and are much better than briefs

some people prefer ones with designs
and a friend of mine has one with,
the superman 'S'

but i like them
to be just black
or ones that do not have designs

it is very comfortable to wear
but sometimes i have to think twice before i wear
i'd choose boxers over briefs any day
though there are times that i cannot wear

my jeans and boxers are good pals
but i can't say the same,
about my khaki's and them

Stranded

lying here in bed
i try to figure out
which road i should choose

one leads to happiness
the other to heartbreak

my heart desires,
the path of happiness
on which i yearn to go with you

but then i realize
that i'm stranded at a junction
as i cannot choose on my own
which path to go in

since you hold the key
to the path i desire

Addiction

this addiction that i've got
has your name all over it
spreading throughout my body
taking over my senses

these eyes can only see you
and can only feel your warmth
the taste of your lips
resides on my tongue

my minds filled with,
thoughts of you
the smell of your perfume
has filled my lungs

a sixth sense called love
which was non existent
has been brought alive by you

Regretful Choices

something pushes me away
i fall back into,
a pit of darkness

i keep falling
without hitting the ground

a spot of light i can see,
far above
it doesn't disappear
gives me hopes of crawling my way up
but still i keep falling

i close my eyes
and images from my past
flashes in front of me

memories of good and bad times
reminiscences the life i've been living
regrets i do have,
about pain i've caused

these regrets within me
should have been made into apologies
which would have not led me here

but it was not to be
as the ego was too much
to accept the fact,
that it was my fault

now i realize
how fragile everything is
and one mistake could,
end it all
in an instance

Drifting Away

she breathed life,
into this lifeless soul
gave me hope
to see a new day
to believe in things
that i didn't believe in

but now she's drifting away
and i don't know why

i've done all i can
what i thought was best
maybe i did something wrong
though it was not intentional

how much it hurts,
i can't explain
words i do not know
to describe,
how it feels

i want you to stay
yet i don't want to force you

the void you created in my heart
i don't think anyone else
can fill

Rain

it disappears for sometime
putting us in great discomfort
power cuts, droughts
and ruined crops

we start missing it
and then start wishing for it

drop by drop it starts to come
a relief for everyone
battered by the heat

it gathers in momentum
accompanied by thunder and lightning

the welcomed guest,
it was once before
is not so anymore

continuous visits
on a daily basis

flooding the roads,
bringing down trees,
accidents on slippery roads
causing chaos everywhere

Murdered by thy Lover

3 months since we met
its been a dream ride so far

an anniversary treat
she's giving me,
today

wine, lingerie & love making till dawn
she's on top,
in control
complaints i have none
as i admire the beauty in front of me

we've been going on for a few hours now
she leans over to the drawer
i look away
and look back at her
unable to,
keep my eyes off her

only to see a knife
pierce through my chest

The Pretender

sugar coated words,
he's full of
saying exactly what she wants to hear

honesty is of no value
only thriving on deception,
to get what he wants

she doesn't realize this
as she's made to believe,
he's the perfect guy

pretending to be there for her,
devoted for her
while doing other women behind her back

his true colors would be seen,
in time
but by then it would be too late

because,
she'll just be another accomplishment
in his so called
wall of fame

Saying Sorry

everyone says it
and expects for forgiveness
or sometimes it's an acknowledgment,
of their mistakes

if they are really 'sorry'
couldn't they have thought twice
before
breaking a heart,
cheating on the one they love,
or hurting someones feelings

'sorry' doesn't fix anything
it's just used to get over their guilt
to help them move on

so,
the next time you hurt someone
don't say 'sorry'
as it's just another word

because if you really did care
you wouldn't have hurt them in the first place

Tears on a Paper

unable to do anything
i'm sitting here at my table
with only a pen and paper in hand

i try to think of something to write
but the pain i suffered,
in your world
blocks my mind from thinking

this pain i need to get over
though i don't know how
i can't talk to anyone
as i'm ashamed,
of what happened

thoughts dried out
and pain filled in
i want to cry
and let it out

but tears won't come
so here i am
pouring the pain onto a paper