romeos of the honeymoon valleys

longing for a story to be told..

its a feeling that both kills me and makes me live..

like a beautiful verse loosely let,on hold..

maybe greedy,maybe saint-like..

wants to love,scared to give..

birds that were free,have flown in my sky..

do they forget that they have a nest far away..?

and then me,the sky,am about to give it a try..

they go home,for the day wouldnt stay..

spending more time with the sky,but loving home altogether..

who is loved more,is what a mystery..!

at times i feel like the air which fill voids..

keeping silence away,creating winds-silently..

and when life fills inside the voids,so it will..

drifting away quietly,as air does-calmly..

no questions asked,no answers shown..

just like the TV set,where every show is great..

when theres nothing to do..

but as life flows alive,so it will..

im just a TV set,static,entertainment and the idiot box-im a metaphor..!

at times,im like a rainbow with no clouds around..

beautiful,if they're free to look up and watch..

otherwise just another thing in the sky..

a part of a picture,existent,not persistent..

i would know though,what the rainbow feels..

or so does the TV set..

staying in the sky..

or playing all the shows all along..

for always if somebody comes to watch..

i'll give them what they need..

promises not expected,hopes not created..

just like..

romeos of the honeymoon valleys......