My words are knocking at my door,
And I am not ready to hear.
My words are waiting on a cold floor,
And I am numbed with fear.
My words await like a lover forlorn,
Aah, for the love of my words, I am torn.

I remember closing the door on your face,
Not with a loud thud, but with gentle grace.
Like one hides after losing the race,
I wanted to hide in an agonizing space.
You once attempted to hold me back,
But I had vanished in my ink-blue black.

Why should I bring you inside ?
What is there for you to see ?
The same stories of broken pride,
Chasing the ego and no place to hide.
The opium laced hours of mundane ,
Crossing the borders of sane-insane.
A few broken images of the bygone day ,
Effortlessly piling upon my today.
With no ray of light lighting up tomorrow,
Yesterday’s happiness drowning in sorrow .

Why should I bring you inside ?
What is there for you to see ?
Smiles and laughter I once had spread ,
Those books together, we once had read.
The pages are torn, flying around the room,
The air is dismal, laden with gloom.
Unopened pages are crying in vain,
They look at me, but with disdain.
Memories are fading, without any fanfare,
And I sit in silence, within these walls of despair.

Why should I bring you inside ?
What is there for you to see ?
There is no novella to tell or bard to mourn,
There is a numbing silence, to which I have sworn.
The stories we had once weaved together,
The dreams made of wings as light as feather,
They have flown away from my mind,
Not to come back, and no one to remind.
All grand and lofty words sublime ,
Have been buried in the ruins of time.

Why do you still stand at my door,
My long forgotten words candor.
Words with power, to build and destroy,
To lure and win is your age old ploy.
You unfurl stories from my heart,
You hold me tight and tear me apart.
My thoughts had frozen like winter snow,
Your sunshine awakens with a tender glow.

My words are knocking at my door,
Alas, I will make you wait no more.
Like a diver from the depths of sea ,
Bringing the pearl and setting it free,
My words you pull me from my reverie,
Like a shameless lovers’ ecstasy.