Paper Plane

With a fluttering heart in tow
and wings of paper stretched out
I set flight
and flew right to the place
I should not have ever gone
to the middle of a storm
and got strung hither to thither
I left my  heart right there
it beats for you to this day

Turn Turn Turn

Ever saw a boy
who was it all for you from the first sight on
I always wonder why
you fall in love
and it is all a lie

If it seems like you have reached your end
believe that there is a curve you're yet to see
and all you do is make that swift turn
turn turn turn
turn when it is all a lie

Trivial

Am I to be somehow this way,
or am I to be free and someother way.
Am I a tethered kite and better this way,
or am I to be a bird that leaps and flies away.
Am I a worm that gets to the ocean only if as a bait,
or am I to be the fish that falls prey, to the former bait.
Are somehow this way and some other way
in some way the same anyway?

Someday

Someday it will rain,
forcing this pain- all down the little nooks and drains,
split it to infinite drops that can not be put back.

Someday there will be light,
shining on my darkest dreams.
These tears will catch fire and crumble
and fierce winds will blow them away- from my sight .

Somewhere in the world
I will find a place,
that will deliver me to peace.
I will be untouched
 by your cold indifference.

 someday I will be lost,
amidst the echoes of this silence
these that reverb across a million miles
and it wouldn't matter to you
that i am gone!

Passion

What seemingly is my life
is an utter mess
without you.
My essence, and very existence,
-how could anything be,
without you.
How each moment, and
every little breath
as if intoxicated,
heave of you.
My strife- against this world,
my passion, and the pain I bear
belong to you;
This thirst can quench
solely by you.
My every thought
is of you.
Every moment, and
every little breath
as though addicted
heave of you.
Am I anything but you?