Blue Affair


In silent speeches, nobody saw,
A shame carried to the stars,
Was it so hard to look up and smile?
When jumping waters wet your feet,
why you drew a line to let it bleed?
Higher above your pride,
It’s a home to all your iridescent hues,
Guided by your tears that lost the light,
It is how you learned to love yourself,
And I knew the words to drizzle on you,
Will you be happy to get lost in the ocean?
If it is the blue that ties your destiny with mine.


The Songwriter’s Song #2

I am, in the blunders of shallow watersI live,with the light of the colored nightWhere are you-when shadows feed the darkest fireWhere are you-when goodnight kissses miss my lipToday or


I am,
in the blunders of shallow waters

I live,
with the light of the colored night

Where are you?
when shadows feed the darkest fire

Where are you?
when goodnight kisses miss my lip

Today or not, near or far,
I believe one day, we will sink
to the depths that’ll crush us, into one

Only once, a day becomes today
Every today I believe, we’ll live the last
And dream like the first day

One sight, two lips,
Once more I believe, once more
Once more I’ll live not to die
In here, once more, I believe
my heart will grow old with you

And then, sshhh! peace!!!!

– Teddy ©


The Songwriter’s Song

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Like the rain,
it will be over

The magic will be tired of all this pain

Mirrors will crack and bleed

And feed the demons stuck in between

This love wont crawl away,
it wont

It wont let the skyline split in two

Oh! its the mistakes that’ll listen

To the tears that missed the lips

What is lost will be gone forever

Names on the wall will die in vain

Oh but this love!
This love won’t crawl away

It wont, It wont, It won’t ever

On the face,
it will burn bright and blue

Days will pass like the river

Storms will chase the night songs

And hands touch the shining stars up above

It’ll be an affair with the heart

And this Love won’t crawl away

It won’t fade away with the light

Won’t sleep with the clock

Won’t let the skyline split in two


  • Teddy ©

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You Are It

Add a lost journey to an autumn road,Freeze the window with coffee steaming,It becomes not a complain,Not any tears robbed on the evening.Let darkness hide in the closed eyes,Hold the la

Add a lost journey to an autumn road,
Freeze the window with coffee steaming,
It becomes not a complain,
Not any tears robbed on the evening.

Let darkness hide in the closed eyes,
Hold the lantern lit with singing afterglow,
It becomes not a sunset,
Not this world without the starline.

Make mistake to count the stars,
Don’t settle on the rim of the crowded shores,
It becomes not a regret,
Not a fire that fades in the rain.

Join the half broken dreams with new one,
Ask the little countless moments what’s life,
It becomes not a lost journey anymore,
Not when they say, ” You are it.”

Teddy ©


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A Voyage With You

The acrylic color of medieval sea

Been around since this heartbeat was mine
Once a while these waters never sleep

And waited for the lighthouse to sing a goodbye
The cold chills of the nightly hallows

Stays behind the sound of your kiss
Two strings of the evening star falls down

And ties our hand together on a journey
They gave me just a lip to hold you

And some unspoken words to hug you
Never did a moment felt more like a memory

When you walked peacefully into my footsteps
Two different world sail together with an alibi

Someday a night will be flooded by fathoms of silence
Then these waters will carry our graves beyond the fog

And sound of the distant words will write the rest.
– Teddy ©


He&She #31

‘You think I know?’

‘You know what I think.’

‘I think you do.’

‘I know I do.’