unfinished

words strung together
attempt at an elusive coherence
myriad of thoughts
vie for the first spot
in this muddled brain.

unfeeling, numb, senseless

writing a song

No one knows what goes on exactly
in a songwriter's head
As a painter fills a canvass
with splashes of colors creating a masterpiece
Words gush forth from a songwriter's pen
to speak to me and you
of his pain and joys and fears

If a poet needs the pain,
what does a songwriter need
to create such words that
coupled with a mixture of melody
can make one cry or laugh or sing?

your eyes

You with those seemingly languid eyes
Eyes piercing, boring into my soul
Soul-searching has always been easy
Easy until I drowned in those eyes belonging to you.

I had to arm myself since then
Then I was vulnerable and got lost
Lost in your words, your gestures
Gestures that led me on, gullible as I.

Now I am older and wiser
Wiser not I turned out to be
Be it your eyes or those words
Words that still hold me captive til now.