A Reason Why...

Heard a song on the radio

Reminded me of you and I

How I’ll never see you again

Of how you’ll leave

And I’ll never say goodbye

Your fingers ran through my hair

You said things I wouldn't dare

You looked in my eyes

And made me believe

So much more than you ended up being

Wish I could go back

Stopped you and said I know

I would have given you what you wanted

Without the words that have haunted

Me ever since you let me go

And all I can do now is wait

For a call, a message... just wait

I know I have too say goodbye

But for all that you've been

I just need a reason why

-A. Tulsiani

Eventually

Forgive them.
they don't know
they don't know about us
at all,
how we spend all this time together
speaking to each other... your hand on my cheek
you'll come home...eventually, eventually

Those long walk,
the trees make way for us
hand in hand we roam,
the mystery
and history will put down
this time we spend as apart
they'll know us... eventually, eventually

They don't know
how I kiss your face
thousand times a day
and that
I know your skin and everything
we'll tie up these loose ends and be
together....eventually eventually

A-Tulsiani

Sweet summer it'll be...

Summer blew in the wind of hope
Never questioning what it is I want
Sweet smiles on my lips
With no reason for this
That's summer, sweet summer for me

I walked down the road
With the heat burning my skin
Never questioning the direction I walk in
See you across the street, smiling at me
That's summer, and sweet summer it'll be

Lay back down tonight
The starless sky is bright
With what tomorrow will bring back to me
Smiling sweetly, you weren't just a dream
Summer, sweet summer will kiss me again

And as we walk around
Ruining it for the town
That we found each other instead of them
I'll smile up at you, you say you love me too
That's summer. Hope it'll never end.

- A.Tulsiani

Super Star

I wake up each morning in pain
Knowing what I'll face this day
Scrapping up the last bits of hope
From the bottom of my rusted bowl

Each morning I plaster on that smile
Wondering how clowns do it all the time
Thinking again of what to dress as today
Someone new, someone blue, someone fake

My friends steal my promises from me
What happened to giving me time to heal?
They don't see through the brave face I show
They stand up and applaud for the encore

The stars bring to be a time to breathe
All alone- I strip off the make-up and weep
My prayers are clearly not enough it seems
Because sunlight brings the pain back to me

A.Tulsiani

What I know

Blinded by my eyes

I know.

I reach to you but
Don’t come closer
Nothing is ever anything when
I breathe you in and out
It's over.

Clinging wall pieces
They scream over telephones
Breaking china over paper

Don’t forget
To sweep the rug it’ll bleed and strain
The floor.

And your ugly footprints
They leave a trail,
If someone will follow
Footsteps that’ll take them away
From me, back to you.

I’m broken.

Bright hill homes

My windows are sealed
With a view into your home
My clothes steal a line
When you're too busy to look

My roof touches your skin
Our cables are muddled up
When you're fast asleep dreaming
I touch your breath with my tongue

I follow you in the narrow lane
That connects us to the rest
This scrap of silk I'm wearing?
I tore from your mom's best

I creep a look at you from below
When you climb the yellow stairs
Smoke with the lot and add to
Stormy clouds and windless air

One day I'll move next door
Black bricks lay a red house true
I'll reach an inch to reach you
Bright hill homes, will always do

- A.Tulsiani

Bright painted houses

I've always found you
Sitting right there
Behind the broken walls
And the repaired stairs

My heart beats so
Just like everyday
Walked around the corner
And you took it away

We hide from each other
Catch the kids up and down
Bright painted houses
That we grew-up around

Been meeting up in secret
Dim lights in corners
Twenty years of loneliness
We've saved up together

I'll hold your hand tight
Promise I won't let go
Lower walls from your face
Though red suits you so

No white picket fences
Terraces and driveways
All I can promise you
Are bright painted houses

-A.Tulsiani