Messed: 

I woke up to the sound of my doorbell
thought it was him..
But that was just my maid at the door.

I look around, me to see messy sheets, 
a week old pizza starting to smell.
Drag myself to the bathroom mirror

a messed up me, stares back.
I stare into the mirror and
see a messed up life..

I stand under the hot shower. 
washing away a three day old grime..

i miss standing under the shower with him,
the scent of his skin mixed with smells of sweet soap

i walk out of the shower, leaving a trail of droplets behind
spray some perfume , wear new clothes..

i miss buttoning up his shirts, messing his wet hair
after he sets them.

I step out of the house, and walk in the rain
i look up at the cloudy sky..
with each falling drop, my tears wash away...

Morning run

A morning run:

It's morning now, the sun has risen..
You wake up , rinse,repeat, a clockwork routine
like a hamster in a cage..
Its time to pack up and go to work, just like every other day..

But, what if,just what if, today of all days
you think of running away..

What if today, you give up being a robot
push open the door
step out and put your best foot forward..

Step on the green lawn and the wet mud
wet from the early morning dew
stop, breathe and Take a long deep one,

push open the gates, get on the road
what would you take the left or right
For today, be unpredictable and take the road which your
heart says yes and mind says no..
just take it without any inhibitions

Step on the tarmac and feel the cold grey road,
pick up the pace and run
from a slow jog to a quick sprint
Run, run like there's no tomorrow

Ignore the faces looking at you,
the buses and cars passing you by..
Run like its the end of the world..

Run by buildings, office, schools
the dark grey buildings they call offices
run past temples, mosques, churches
the places of worship that divide us

Run past it all,
Run past ambition, money, greed, hatred
leave it all behind

run till you reach the end of your city and enter another,
do not stop and keep running from one state to another
from one culture to another,
from one border to another

Run and leave all your past behind,
Till you reach the end of the world
Till the warm sand touches your feet

And with ever step, you tend to sink in
keep walking as you can run no more now,
keep walking towards the great blue vastness before you..
where the sky meets the earth

Walk into the warm frothy water, on which the orange sphere reflects
a few more steps further..and the sand gives away, your feet gives away
and you don't sink, but the waves carry you with them..
closer to the bright orange sphere, which is slowly turning grey

Would you look behind at this point or just go with the waves ?

The 3 words

The 3 words:

Just three words it takes on paper, to start a connection
Three words to describe a feeling, an emotion
to start a life long journey..
Three words that takes the forms of love poems and letters,
Three words that say I love you.

Three words it takes to express longing,
to be near and close, to someone so far away..
Three words that say I miss you.

Three words it takes to make someone smile, 
to make their day better, to make them feel less lonely..
Three words that say I am here.

But it also takes three words to despise another, 
three words that say I hate you, it is over..

On the same paper that said I love you, that 
began 'us' from him and her..
On the very same paper, it just takes two signs to call it off..
yet they are words after all.