You and She.

You put me on a shelf.
You kept me to yourself.
I am yours
You are mine.
And Together we can walk miles.
Now you are here
and I am there.
Those house long streets
That you walk,
That’s where I belong
And you belong here.

You put me on a line
You hung me out to dry.
Now you are lost,
And we are here
I am yours
Coz you were mine.
And those deep brown eyes
that you flaunt,
That’s where I belong
And you belong to here.

I can write a page
Or a thousand then
And spread them here
To lose myself.
And those lovely dreams
that you live,
That’s where I belong
And you belong here.

Now you are lost
But we will be found.
Swallowed in the sea.
And those arms that caress
your salty tears,
That’s where I belong
And you belong here.

I could write a song
A hundred miles long.
Just spread it around
To drown myself.
Now you are lost
in the summer sweat.
Now we here
but no where.
But we will be found
Not swallowed in the sea.

You cut me down to size
And opened my eyes.
That cozy chair that
you’ve laid,
That’s where I belong
And you belong here.

Now you are lost
And we are here.
But one day you’ll
be found.
Alas! Inside this heart.
And that lonely walk
that you take,
That’s where I belong
And you belong here..
With the girl you love,
With her.

And I belong to solitude.

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Gypsy Girl

Image Courtesy: Amohs On dA

In forgotten places and lost memories,
In love I grew out of and extant civilities,
Maybe in that song  you’ll find me.
There I maybe yours
to love.
There I shall be only yours
To keep.

For now I have set this blithe mind free.
And here thy light guides me no more.
How long can I wait for your signal fire?
You take me higher. Just take me higher,
Away from me.
Take me beyond these clefts of desire,
Away from me.

Should I love and care and be loved back
But this spirit just wont rest.
It will stare at the empty bottom of your heart.
It wont fix your faults or plug the hole
You’ve been oozing love from.
Let it flow -to lose its own-
Into this soul, This liquid gypsy soul.

I want you back this instant, now.
But my gypsy soul wont know somehow.
Please dont throw a chain around
This gypsy girl that doesn’t settle down.

A moment alone is a thousand words, Unchained.
Which strung together will never be the same.
For it quite likes wandering to far fields
Untamed.
Please dont give its home a name.

Just stay with it another while
And leave where my thoughts no longer rhyme.
That day, it will be the right time
To return this borrowed soul.
This life I lived was never mine.
For a gypsy soul you can not keep.
It is wind- it will not be caged
In your broken ideas.
And its loud presence
Will drown
The silence of my unsettling thought.
Baby, Gypsy souls can’t be bought.

It is desert sand.
Try to hold and it will slip
Right through your hand.
It is a gypsy, it believes
That is why the gap in your fingers is.
Not to hold a lover’s in her sleep
Or to fill the spaces when lovers kiss
But to let go
Slip unnoticed out
this gypsy soul to go about
To stop where it hears a shout
Of your signal fire, perhaps?