So I think

I can't get enough of you!
You can't give much to me
Should make do with what I get
You will do what you will do
What is it inside me pushing me to get little more - crumb by crumb
What is it inside you pushing me away only nudge by nudge
Can devil be cloyed my dear?
Can angel be annoyed my dear?
Devil me is a stay put prick
Angel you is a forever moonlight
Can moonlight soften the prick?
Prick has it to hurt moonlight?
Prick is thirsty in its gory
Moonlight holy in its glory
What is a wound without balm?
What is balm without the wound?
There is joy in wound getting healed
There is a design in balm kissing wound
You see my dear - in the grand scheme of things
I should stay devil and you should stay angel
Deadly wound I shall be
Heavenly balm you shall be
Then, should I not seek more?
Then, should you not give more?
That's the resolve of the lord
And the comment of the prophet

Night View

the night walks through the stray shack
into the night, the night walks
onto the shore the night swims
then sails through the stranded ships
searching the missing day, lost sunshine

the night flies through the clouds
colours the sky in the colours of night
leaps to the stars and gazes at the moon
squeezes the hills in its embrace
searching the missing day, lost sunshine

the night sings to the silence of sleep
dances to the twinkles of the stars
rests on desert sands baked by the sun
kisses the jungles, tickles the grasses
searching the missing day, lost sunshine

the night is restless looking for the day
that dwells on the other side of the Earth
night has the moon, aping sunshine
Is moon the message for the night
searching the missing day, lost sunshine

night can never have the day
yet the sparks fly high when night sees the day
the dawn, the dusk and the eclipse
the night has to die for the day to arrive
searching the missing day, lost sunshine

delayed

There are things I should have said but did not say
unsaid and unheard they dwell in me as if jailed

There are sights you should have seen but did not see
unseen and unwelcome they dwell around you as if a shadow

There are moments we should have shared but did not share
unshared and discarded they are lost in such a way as if found

There are mountains I should have scaled but did not attempt
unscaled and untouched they stare at me as if aloof

There are depths you should have dragged me but did not
unfelt and untouched they pull you down as if quicksand

There are roads we should have taken but did not
untraveled and pending they invite us as if made for us

Yet, there are things I did say and you did hear
Yet, there are sights you have seen and I did point
Yet, there are moments we did share and we did enjoy

Yes, there are mountains unscaled. can't I attempt now? mountains still exist
Yes, there are depths untouched, can't you take me down? the depths unexplored
Yes, there are roads untraveled, can't we begin the journey now? roads still fresh