Let it go

I built the dams

and dug in the sands

when all that was in my hands

was to let it flow

I thought of bullet trains

and kept changing the lanes

when I didn't have to strain

and should have taken it slow

When I was shining like a star

I was thinking of only the scars

I let the moment to pass

when I could have enjoyed all the glow

Why am I still clinging to it

Why am I overthinking it

When all I need to do 

is to let it go

The Blinding Entrance Lights

For the appointment at the second floor

As we were walking in the corridor

A bit scared, a whole lot unsure

would this hurt further or provide a cure

As the Nuclear medicine department appeared in sight

we saw the blinding entrance light

It hurt my eyes it was way too bright

So we just stood there for a moment in fright

Like a loud pompous warning

to prep us both for what's coming

In the last few months we had done a lot of thinking

But nothing could have prepared us for this moment so chilling

Sitting amongst the tired and frail

Immersed in the weary silence of the pale

Free from all the sensations and feels

We waited for our turn for the holy grail

The scans began 

the stillness was no fun

The pill was given 

that no one wanted to touch even

I was too dangerous now so had to rush out from there 

For the isolation I had been fully prepared

On my way out, as I noticed the glare

I forgot everything and again got scared

My eyes still blink sometimes at night

that moment, the place, the numbness becomes alive

Quelling all my fears and urges to fight

Those entrance lights were just way too bright

Us

A few things you teach, a few I preach

We bicker over the words and frowns

Your mild chuckles, my loud giggles

we are always lost in this world of our own

I make noise, you behave nice

At dinner tables we sketch our future

I make silly rhymes, you struggle for lines

We play games in the midst of nature

I sing and dance, you appreciate the chance

I don't care so you do the finance

I make an advance you kill the romance

though you wouldn't agree with my stance

I am not an artist but you are my muse

You eat your frogs first, I put things on snooze

I want to be in control, you let it loose

you are a good listener which is something I abuse

You nudge me towards what I desire to do

I admire you for what you perspire to do

I hope I can do at least a little bit 

of what you always inspire me to do

You and I 

are like a star and the sky

you are trying to hold me steady

I am trying to be the sparkle of your eye