Truth of You and Me

Am sorry for I made you cry
But am not so sorry, for I did it again…
So that’s how it goes…
It is truth of you… and me…

I followed you many times around
I crossed the streets fearing you’ll be gone
Assumed the worst and lashed at you
Don’t you know,
It were my own insecurities…
Am sorry for I made you cry
But am not so sorry, for I did it again…
So that’s how it goes…
It is truth of you… and me…

Indifference was the mask I wore
Subtle killing was the only goal
Flirted around to see the hurt on your face
Don’t you know,
This love was too much for me!
And I made you cry
But am not sorry, for I did it again…
So that’s how it goes…
It is truth of you… and me…

Now that I’m on my own
Admitting to the emptiness you left behind
With all that’s been said and done…
Don’t you know,
It is the end.

Your smell still lingers in the bed…
Oh baby!
What we’ve done…
You make me cry

Hello!

Passing months, and all the passing days...
Far far away... they all go by...
But, do you have
No time to say “Hello!”?

Riding alone...
Gliding unseen, though the rusty roads...
Blowing winds, beating me...
‘Coz you’re not here to hide behind...
But, do you have
No time to say “Hello!”?

Singing rains, shatters though the glass...
And brings the chill, that flutters the heart...
How far away, your warmth has gone...
But still, do you have
No time to say “Hello!”?

Burning the heat within, silence runs onto the mill...
Lost in work, too far away to watch the behind...
Perturbed, but should we disturb?
Only hopes, will they catch your eye...
And still, do you have
No time to say “Hello!”?

[An attempt at weaving a song]

cry

Underneath the pillow
Lies a heartless story
Only darkness,
as far as the eyes goes
Tormented rains,
beat up the windows
And black clouds,
eat up the only ally

Sometimes such sadness passes us by
And there is no wind for us to dry
And we cry

In the garden
Grows a pair of blue lilies
Sun, too sunny this day,
shines love,
all inside from the marrow
And it leaves some trails
for a beaming landscaper,
And a lullaby...


Sometimes such happiness passes us by
And there is no room for us to hide
And we cry