...And chirps my tickled brain.

Things are getting entangled, like a bunch of grey hair;

A tired me seeking for ways, resting in this armchair.

I cant believe within, the presence of an empty mind;

Constantly recycling, those crowded thoughts of every kind.

For what I miss often, is captured in my every heartbeat;

The love that forms me, restores my being and paces its heat.

I think its time for questions, let me introspect within;

I wish to know, what and how time has to bring in.

A sudden numb silence, is taking place of my speech,

For things once sought, are now seen out of reach.

With you around, I begin to bloom, I begin to beam;

But the noises in my head tell me, you're losing all the steam.

I wish a serene intimacy and everything in it, that does matter;
I wish I was in your arms, as your fingers allow my hair to scatter. 

As I pen this poem, looking outside in the rain;

My forehead feels that kiss, and chirps my tickled brain.