dark highways and slanted faces

you are

my heart's

fulfillment

and there is

nothing left to

disagree with

one sole song

lasting me the

last hundred kilometres

it was you

just you

against the dark

unlit highway

it was you

against yellow beams

of travel

your face

and the meaning

of this existence

heavy eyelids

heavy from

exhaustion and

the hours between

now and when

you leave

there's been this night

and one last year

forever etched upon

me

my memory

not my playlist

a sunlit morning

i'm alone

but i'm not lonely

bring the sunshine

back to my eyes

wait for me

i'm not ready

to string words together

without music

to face cities

without you

as i turn page

over page

the thought

and smell

of my city

return

there's a different design

and purpose

behind that skyline

your fingers streak

sunsets there

as your breath

clouds my thoughts

i can only ink -

you can paint

Obituary of a friendship

With several hundred miles between us

Different landscapes

Different skies

Different sunsets and sunrises

This is the place

Where my road parts, my friend.

I have lost.

Yes, I have lost.

But my life has

A tune and a rhythm

A love to keep me

Warm through

Lonely winter nights.

And dreams

Filling my starry eyes.

I angle myself as to

Be able to see

The rearview mirror

Of my car

Driving on to the mountains

Bumpy roads

And thus this scrawl

On a sunny October morning.

when my soul embarks

My pieces of prose and poetry get a title later. Much after writing the whole way through. And the title is usually a line from the playlist at that moment. Life is much like that.

A half done tattoo.

Two weeks of separation.

Curiosity.

Turning your face away.

Crying within four walls.

Restlessness.

Vagabond feelings.

An unrecognizable face in the mirror.

Holding on.

Moving ahead.

Plans of drunkenness.

Lumps in my throat.

It is a half-written story. Changing course, finding meanders at every bend of the road. But there's only one life we get. And constant detours are going to take us only this far.