Unfinished ideas weaving in my mind

Like a half done web that is washed by the rain

The ideas don't manifest themselves in the real world

A mirage of sorts they remain

I try to touch them but in vain...

******

I didn't walk towards you to walk away from you

I'm standing where I always did and I shall always

It is you who chose to retreat, move back a step or two

The blue planet, it revolves around the hot ball of fire

We, on it, believe that the sun rises and falls

It's not the sun after all, but it's us on the go

It's not me after all, its you, you should know...

******

Unfinished bounds, I see them on my shelf

The characters, still vivid, they move in my mind

How it ends for them, I do not know, though I'd like to and so they remain

On my shelf; though how it began is now a puff of smoke

I refuse to go back and begin all over

But the lack of awareness of the end, it haunts me

And thus the fate of the bounds is decided, on my shelfs forever they shall be...

******

In the silence of the morning and the darkness of the day just begun

I sip my cup of cafeh, lost in thought

That is exactly how it'd look like to the spectator

Ironically, the only spectator around is the one that I chat with

And He knows, that lost I am not

He knows that I meet Him over a cuppa each morning

And yes, a lot does happen over cafeh...

******

Inspiration can't be forced, one has to wait for it to do one a favour

O come to me from above, come and blow upon me the wisdom of Him who formed you

For if I'm not breathed upon by you, the divinity, it doesn't flow out of me,

The divinity of art; And thus I remain restless and toss, 

And I turn until I am fatigued and can fight no more.

But when you come to me in your fullness

The words they just flow, the thoughts they just form, 

An ocean of turquoise water, drop by drop

A poetry filled with emotion, thought by thought...

******

I was sand on the shore, so soft and so weak

I built my dreams and they fell like sandcastles on the shore

Then I gathered myself, grain by grain

I evolved into rock, immovable and stable

Nothing could shake me, nothing could topple me

Until you came, the sea with her waves, you with new dreams

And you made me dream till it became a habit, the sea hit the rock till she moved it

And now I long to dream again; The rock, it longs to be hit by the waves again

The waves have a freshness and spontaneity that stability doesn't have

But the sea, she has retreated, but you have retreated

Oh, you're a habit that I just don't want to break...

******

It looked so real, I could almost touch it

So perfect it was that sometimes I doubted its very existence

For perfection, it doesn't manifest itself in reality

It's like the fog that one can see but never touch

I saw the fog, it was celestial and pure

But before I could try and touch it, it disappeared

And now there is no sun, there is no fog either

But the dew drops, in my eyes, are a sign of hope that good weather shall return...