Friday, September 25, 2015


 Give me a song, a mixed tape on life

A lifeboat, a jetpack, a kit to survive

A knower of things, I’m too scared to own

 Expose me; strip me down to the bone.

Explicate my meter and (eye) rhyme

(While singing desi mashups of Adam Levine)

Curl me into a ball, take me back to the start,

When I made a fumblin’ play for your heart

Write me a book, or some song about a thief

With ‘Goodbye cruel world’, etched overleaf.

Make me happy ( like mad), as I was once told

Engulf me in your warmth, when I’m lonely and cold

If I’m abysmal black, be the light that shines through

‘Cos if I'm mine, then I 'm yours.
I am you.

(I sometimes wonder, if you knew).