Somewhere, Someone.

An old memory of Summer evening,
Shadows left by the picture frames,
A mixture of tragedy and comfort,
Sulking over love in her heart,
Hope in her mind,
Life in her hands,
And death on the trolls.
Having control over her own space,
Where someones presence has to be better than her solitude.
Reckoning, how often the timing had been wrong,
Albeit her heart still skipping a beat.
Is it still the same or everything seems so far away,
Yet a combination of sensitive and savage,
How often nothing makes sense
As once in a while strong people still need their hands to be held.

It’s been a while !

A cup of steaming hot coffee , images_1501843401775

In the middle of the night.

It tastes bitter ,

Just like your thoughts right now,

Are you still thinking about that one situation ,

Or the last nights dream which is the reason you are wide awake ,

But how can you calm down?

When it’s been a while you have been in touch with your life,

Which is playing the way it wanted , and we are dancing to it’s beats incessantly.

And with the remnants ,you are challenging life once again tonight,

With the savior in your hand and the fusses altogether,

Let us play again,

And let me win you over coffee this time,

Because it’s already been a while.