Tattoos..

I hide under layers,
the ones that are ugly,
and leave some,
for the world to see.

A few that were whims,
Some that I did want,

Now all of them mistakes,

that just continue to haunt

The pain only comes
when I look at them as slurs,
and scratch at these impressions,
hoping that they blur.

I hope that time,
will fade at least a few,
or that these old ones,
will be covered by some new.

But they left a mark,
those moments with you,
Etched on my skin,
Like a tattoo.

Fractions..

You & me,
are just fractions,
Sometimes improper,
and irrational occasionally.

Always noticing
and reacting only to,
the signs between us,
Cross out some complexities,
or focus,
on our differences,
that leave us with,
less than what each of us was.

We'll continue being parts,
or whole but never more,
unless in our base
natures, we try finding,
those commonalities,
that help us add up,
& be both complete & more.

Thank GoT..

If Westeros had a House In-Relationship,

He was its bastard son,

But he never stopped believing,

Just like Melisandre in the Chosen One.

He got dumped with the same frequency as,

Jon Snow was told,'You know nothing',

Women had similar sentiments for him,

as Knight's Watch did for the Wildlings.

He felt wronged like Stannis,

For love is like an Iron Throne,

But for all his efforts, he ended,

a Mester at being Friendzoned.

Wandering the wilderness like Jorah Mormont,

one fine day, he met his Khaleesi,

But when he tried chatting up like Tyrion,

He just choked up like Joffrey.

He turned into a whitewalker around her,

Frozen and blue-eyed,

Like Littlefinger, he'll be a one woman man,

in an instant he did decide.

But for all you know, it'll be a heartbreak like,

a favourite character bumped by George RR Martin,

The 'Winds of Winter' may not yet have passed,

But you can hope to see the 'Dreams of Spring'.

Aircraft..

Don't you just love the attention?
Making me wait for you,
after asking me to be early,
& now sending messages,
about what you are deciding to do.

For your stamp of approval,
there's always a queue it seems,
you check if the baggage I carried
all these years, is light enough,
You screen my dreams.

And then you play hard to get,
Telling me to wait for your call.
Am I the only one?
So many like me crowd for you.
You have got them all.

When you tell us,
that you are ready to let us in,
they all scramble to be the first,
while everyone knows,
that only one of us could win.

I stand back,
knowing you'll still get me high,
store away my burdens for a bit,
and take me where I want,
without ever asking me why.

You are the aircraft,
that lets me leave the world behind.
We could crash & burn together,
or get down & let go, till a new
destination we find.

Let it be...

Let's run farther,
than anyone can ever see,
where you are just you,
and I am just me.

We believe in something,
they can never let be,

So let's unlearn all they taught us,

let's be free.

We stumble and fall,
bruise our bodies,

They laugh at us,

We smile silently.

We travel together,
just for the journey,

everyone seeks a destination,

but why should we?