Pine in The Flower Garden

I wonder why we never take the hints carefully
Hidden beneath the wings of sad jokes and
Within dry laughter lines
We are quick to brush the little crumbs of revelation under
The rug of negligence
It's easier that way, isn't it
Denial costs none
I face a hard time myself trying to define the blurry line between
Jest and innuendo 

I wonder if I've been crying for help just to amuse myself when I 

Was the one that jumped into the rabbit hole 

Perhaps I'm still falling.
Perhaps I hit the bottom and am

Already dead, been seeking in

Strangers and dire straits, what makes my

Heart beat once again, for a little bit

Longer

Oblivion tastes so sweet, I wonder 

Who would ever want to wake up willingly 

Madness prevails in a world where 

Everyone feels everything 

Isn't consciousness the heaviest

Burden of all?

What a strange concept, intimacy
So irrelevant of time
You may have just met but
Could still chat while sipping on hot chocolate like
You've been married for 30 years and all your
Kids were shipped away into the open sea of life
Musing on so many memories that you
Didn't create yet
You may not meet often but you

Could still pick up the thread where it fell off
Waste little time on regrets and blames
You may have known each other for years yet

Still feel so lonely
Together.

If you thought that my loneliness
Would push me back into your vortex,
Beloved, you are still a stranger to my
Ways
See, loneliness was my first friend,
It was always the elephant in the room
Sitting straight between us
Wryly munching on the silence.

Chorus of Rust

You said that I am too cruel,
Cutting ties like I'd chop a bad stem
Proffering connections and then opting out
On a whim, I smell an accusation here
It's not for sport that I get entangled during
My idle walks, dear
There must be some grand idea behind
This apparent nonchalance, but surely
Satire is the easiest way out
Questions of consequence burden me so
I run.



Hey, isn't life just like a painting you cannot buy ?
For all the money in the world
A beautiful, beautiful cluster of mistakes
Covered and intended
You could admire it as long as you want
On that wall
You can even stall your leave till the end
Of the night, but you shall go home, eventually
Forget about it when
You wake up
One day
And it wouldn't matter.