The last three days
I have been in constant check of the time...

Water splashing down
One, two, three, rhythm repeats...

Instrumental music fills the air
and the room...

I needed to erase your memory
A part of my brain needs to shut down...

Skype is where true love is
My heart in quite a toil...

Dashing indeed was the soldier in blues
And bold was the Duchess to entice for a dance...

I stare into the same blankness
But tears do not gush from my eyes...

By principles,
We limit freedom...

Strengths and weaknesses…
I am crafted from both...

Dear love, here you are asleep by this time
But I can’t sleep because I think of you...

Sturdy, proud to be
A shade from the scorching sun...

Funny, isn’t it?
The questions I long to answer...