Pass/fail

Trust does not necessarily have to be tested to know if it is true.

Writing

At times, most times, inspiration comes out of nowhere, at the wrong time and at the wrong place.
That is why writing always feels so right.

No shortcuts

Where I want to go
There are no shortcuts on the road

I cannot run a red light

At times, I am even forced 

To take a few steps back.

Where I want to go

A dream place I already saw
The way is tedious and hard

The destination always seems so far.

Where I want to go

There are directions to follow

And though I might take longer

I am sure to make it on my own.

Where I want to go

There are no shortcuts

So many traps and holes
Yet each step and misstep
Still bring me closer to my goal. 

Morning till evening

Grand gestures are the small ones you do in everyday life.

The sofa scene

Have you been

Waiting long

Forgive me
Still in the queue

Do no worry

Nothing is wrong

At long last

I go up the stairs

Where are you

In this temple of ours

It is so dark in here

But there your crescent eyes

Sitting on a sofa

I rush on top of you

Both stunned 

At the gesture 

Yet you carry on

Hug me as if we knew

You were determined

And I was sure

In unison, howling

I want you. 

Separate

There was a time 

I was able to separate

Had the skill in every state
In which

I could kiss and tell

Whether it was heartfelt.

There was a time 

I could differentiate

Some were for fun
And others fate

Detached from emotion

Not all meant deep affection.

Then you came along
Neither for the thrill
Nor for the long haul
And it had been a while
Since I had that much
Fun and Confusion.

Doubted my head
Once I realized

That our kisses
Were heating up
With the unsaid

Was it fun or fate.

No longer could I separate
My heart had to migrate
Impossible to tell apart
Our kisses had to have a heart

And I was certain again

What a stellar feeling
To feel again, like a human being.

Turtle

Small changes are always big steps:

It does not mean that things move slowly

That they will not have better and long-lasting impact.

Maybe we have to argue

Maybe we have to argue

Let our ugly side ensue

To test whether or not

We are really that glued.

Maybe it is necessary

To check the natural nasty

If we are when petty things occur

A presage for stormier weather.

Maybe it is for our sake

Raise our voice in conflict

See if we are strong enough

When life is more than tough.

Because when times are good
Our friendship is much valued

We are as lovely
As we will ever be
An unbreakable link
And no ship to sink.

But it is when times are rough
That persuades if love is enough

We are divine
When times are fine
But our ability to sort things out
Will see if we will ever fall out.

Hold my hand

Hold my hand

Show me the way

Through the crowd

And right to your cloud

A labyrinth of people

A throng of obstacles

I cannot advance

Unless I follow your glance

Do not let me go

Nor break the flow

My heart is on my sleeve

That your fingertips perceive

One thing leads to another

And we will not tumble over

As long as I will hang on to

The paradise that binds us two.