Feeling timid when I pen it down no remorse but yet the anguish
Longing to shed it away but the old pelt gives way to the other one
Laden with deep thoughts of self engrossed in the fury of desires
I chase something which far distant not from within but yet
Showering under the most enumerable distant closeness of concord
Pale thought refuse to distant, and I melt down closer to my soul
The shadow itself seems getting short to embrace my long walks
The parched and breathless long strides I run away pushing myself away
Where I land up I don’t know scared what would be where it would be
The linguistic oratory seems I don’t get a word to feel what sense it makes
But yet the words slip out like the drops from heaven I call it dew
No where I see black clouds ready to shed, shed a few more of lexis
Is it a state of confusion or know all I chose not to look at it as it is
But what I see is all I feel, no declaration but confined secret of disclosures
Liming in to it I feel the warmth of the shell and here in I live for it
The guards armed to feel the exit shall end, the meteor don’t reach me
What shall I cling to in this state of gravity seems to mislay me I float
Steering myself in agony of desires, I dream and I freeze
Sleeping of the most reluctant hay it diminish me to null
But yet I exist in those eyelids opening to new horizons of hope
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
alive
Sitting over the river side felt the cold breeze stopping by my side
Slapping me across my face it left me pale and unconscious,
Shivering more from within rather the outer arctic
Seductive were the winds, from the Arabian Sea breeze
The colour was all red and the petals were all fresh from sea side
Settling in between the heat of the tropic and zone carried over more ripples
The unrest within matched the sudden uproar
But didn’t died was all alive with the ends the ends which weren’t mine
Slapping me across my face it left me pale and unconscious,
Shivering more from within rather the outer arctic
Seductive were the winds, from the Arabian Sea breeze
The colour was all red and the petals were all fresh from sea side
Settling in between the heat of the tropic and zone carried over more ripples
The unrest within matched the sudden uproar
But didn’t died was all alive with the ends the ends which weren’t mine
unreasonable reasons
Life seems unreasonably long and silent
Thoughts at the time we are seems so silent
The members is alike the magma
The shine existence like the far away celestial body
Every moment seems so short lived
The longer we thrive for more the less we find
Longer are the moments surpassing by day and night
The endless wait for the trinity traveling over the wheels
Rolling over the passing decades of the decayed moments
Melting within for the moment within aspiring for the ones out
Feeling hard when the silence has its own rhetoric
The unsaid keeps bouncing over the said ones
Every inch tuning in to miles with the extension
The breaths the thoughts the feelings through a flute
But they crawal under just one carpet,
Muffling under the mushy pillars that gets sober with memories
Nothing expedites the race which we leave
The battle of the triumph over the tray if life
The seductive life fir the audacity of the hope
A hope that plunges for more hope rather set free
Blogging in with the free thoughts I scream and set free
The settlements which was due was too obnoxious over which I had
The price I was read to pay but the prize was far hot then I could have handled
The moments got stuck as if the silence inside and outside
The scream lost in its only midway left lonely and set all ablaze
The only castle I know shall never demean its splendor
Let is be in the closet too close to me but the furl untied and distant
Down the castle I lie silent and wish luck, from beneath the musing mud of my grave..
Thoughts at the time we are seems so silent
The members is alike the magma
The shine existence like the far away celestial body
Every moment seems so short lived
The longer we thrive for more the less we find
Longer are the moments surpassing by day and night
The endless wait for the trinity traveling over the wheels
Rolling over the passing decades of the decayed moments
Melting within for the moment within aspiring for the ones out
Feeling hard when the silence has its own rhetoric
The unsaid keeps bouncing over the said ones
Every inch tuning in to miles with the extension
The breaths the thoughts the feelings through a flute
But they crawal under just one carpet,
Muffling under the mushy pillars that gets sober with memories
Nothing expedites the race which we leave
The battle of the triumph over the tray if life
The seductive life fir the audacity of the hope
A hope that plunges for more hope rather set free
Blogging in with the free thoughts I scream and set free
The settlements which was due was too obnoxious over which I had
The price I was read to pay but the prize was far hot then I could have handled
The moments got stuck as if the silence inside and outside
The scream lost in its only midway left lonely and set all ablaze
The only castle I know shall never demean its splendor
Let is be in the closet too close to me but the furl untied and distant
Down the castle I lie silent and wish luck, from beneath the musing mud of my grave..
lamp and destiney
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
Lighting a little Hour or two--is gone.
There was a Door to which I found no Key:
There was a Veil past which I could not see:
Some little Talk awhile of ME and THEE
There seemed--and then no more of THEE and ME.
Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried,
Asking, "What Lamp had Destiny to guide
Her little Children stumbling in the Dark?"
And--"A blind understanding!" Heav'n replied.
Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn
My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn:
And Lip to Lip it murmur'd--"While you live,
Drink!--for once dead you never shall return."
I think the Vessel, that with fugitive
Articulation answer'd, once did live,
And merry-make; and the cold Lip I kiss'd
How many Kisses might it take--and give.
Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
Lighting a little Hour or two--is gone.
There was a Door to which I found no Key:
There was a Veil past which I could not see:
Some little Talk awhile of ME and THEE
There seemed--and then no more of THEE and ME.
Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried,
Asking, "What Lamp had Destiny to guide
Her little Children stumbling in the Dark?"
And--"A blind understanding!" Heav'n replied.
Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn
My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn:
And Lip to Lip it murmur'd--"While you live,
Drink!--for once dead you never shall return."
I think the Vessel, that with fugitive
Articulation answer'd, once did live,
And merry-make; and the cold Lip I kiss'd
How many Kisses might it take--and give.
Life
Insanity thy flow, we call it a life, seems paralyzed ,
Within its own furry it goes on flowing and we call it living,
Dipped in the vearnary , yet we glue ourselves to the sight of the shore,
Seems the eternity of this endless voyage is yet to end even in the stream of rays
The greenery to the parched earth is omnipresent on the darker side.
Walking we in the life which we have in form got it from move on
it is so wide and wane that the more we get close it, eludes us
Such is the life which we call it ours or is the life which call us her’s
Nor merely being not for us for the roles which we tend to play while we are we
Yes but less for the time we live on here is marked with it and one
Less lived more perished more moved less saw, got some lost many,
The desire don’t end and so we flourish to the insanity within
The end is no more and end in itself as it deludes us from being what we are
Unpleasant quandary of lives so far from being a mere flush of moments we thrived for
Reluctant we beg to differ and choose to say live it, and we choose it,
The deviants live it and make it same for the others and such are their lives
The defied nature of the acts so much engraved in them goes not in vain,
Cant we see such something which we never wish to perceive for it being not ours,
Nor does it comes to our rescue but the selfish mind some time leave the one
The rest for best of the rest comes in from deeds not from the weeds thy sow
Within its own furry it goes on flowing and we call it living,
Dipped in the vearnary , yet we glue ourselves to the sight of the shore,
Seems the eternity of this endless voyage is yet to end even in the stream of rays
The greenery to the parched earth is omnipresent on the darker side.
Walking we in the life which we have in form got it from move on
it is so wide and wane that the more we get close it, eludes us
Such is the life which we call it ours or is the life which call us her’s
Nor merely being not for us for the roles which we tend to play while we are we
Yes but less for the time we live on here is marked with it and one
Less lived more perished more moved less saw, got some lost many,
The desire don’t end and so we flourish to the insanity within
The end is no more and end in itself as it deludes us from being what we are
Unpleasant quandary of lives so far from being a mere flush of moments we thrived for
Reluctant we beg to differ and choose to say live it, and we choose it,
The deviants live it and make it same for the others and such are their lives
The defied nature of the acts so much engraved in them goes not in vain,
Cant we see such something which we never wish to perceive for it being not ours,
Nor does it comes to our rescue but the selfish mind some time leave the one
The rest for best of the rest comes in from deeds not from the weeds thy sow
gusty winds
Listening to the gusty wind, driving on the white snow,
I felt I was lying in the oak closet, fumed by the flavor
The fir bought sound I shut my ears to the whispers of snows
Though cold as warm words hug I choose silence over it..
Ran swiftly out of the closet, in the own fun dome
the pull was strong then the push, I saw a glittering hook,
I observed I screamed I stood and I ran again I shall not stop,
I muttered knocked my knuckles and I fringed
Lending my hand to find an importunate branch to lend on
I lost my palm in the grasp of cold fingers, freezed was my blood,
The warmth inside froze and I lay mesmerized ,yet alive
Was it all an end or the lady luck;s charm so cold in the begin..
A voice came from within to the face it lit it
Let it in let it in, was in a fist not fiddle of thoughts
all the way from the unsullied wine garden spilled over the stairs,
the cold fingers clasped over the veins of hot blood, hard
seems like a fury of fire on the snow fall,
was too reluctant, too naïve to the nascent feelings of nerd
the mist and the blaze all alone stood by the internal flame,
like the bud and the throne, waited to depart rather to hold on thunder,
such was the clasp I was left for grasp of the breath from each
the reality of the flame in the snow is bound to die its own freeze
got over the coldness of the cold snow ball building over the lane
the gusty wind was around again but seems coming from dry land.
I felt I was lying in the oak closet, fumed by the flavor
The fir bought sound I shut my ears to the whispers of snows
Though cold as warm words hug I choose silence over it..
Ran swiftly out of the closet, in the own fun dome
the pull was strong then the push, I saw a glittering hook,
I observed I screamed I stood and I ran again I shall not stop,
I muttered knocked my knuckles and I fringed
Lending my hand to find an importunate branch to lend on
I lost my palm in the grasp of cold fingers, freezed was my blood,
The warmth inside froze and I lay mesmerized ,yet alive
Was it all an end or the lady luck;s charm so cold in the begin..
A voice came from within to the face it lit it
Let it in let it in, was in a fist not fiddle of thoughts
all the way from the unsullied wine garden spilled over the stairs,
the cold fingers clasped over the veins of hot blood, hard
seems like a fury of fire on the snow fall,
was too reluctant, too naïve to the nascent feelings of nerd
the mist and the blaze all alone stood by the internal flame,
like the bud and the throne, waited to depart rather to hold on thunder,
such was the clasp I was left for grasp of the breath from each
the reality of the flame in the snow is bound to die its own freeze
got over the coldness of the cold snow ball building over the lane
the gusty wind was around again but seems coming from dry land.
joy,pain and me
Like all and one the only one in a few moments u perplex
The begin of the voyage among the folk
A company comes and you don’t see the face of the tide
The joy of the scrap and the other of the raw kind
Mesmerized by a few scribbled notes over the palms
Weren’t they are vague, yet too wage yet too overt
They yet make stand-in for the drums playing down the hamlet
But the intend of the fun and gun was all in one
Never was the assault pulled in nor was throttle all pulled
But yet it did, never escaped even when cage was not their
Succumbed to natural fall a free fall not much but yet more,
The spark of the faint light over the small walks to a few drives,
The white adobe in the vista illuminated yet faded..
But none went on for the gone astray and yet I perplex at times,
The scribble notes were not all but yet one
And I tend to smile and rest in the one of my own one
The begin of the voyage among the folk
A company comes and you don’t see the face of the tide
The joy of the scrap and the other of the raw kind
Mesmerized by a few scribbled notes over the palms
Weren’t they are vague, yet too wage yet too overt
They yet make stand-in for the drums playing down the hamlet
But the intend of the fun and gun was all in one
Never was the assault pulled in nor was throttle all pulled
But yet it did, never escaped even when cage was not their
Succumbed to natural fall a free fall not much but yet more,
The spark of the faint light over the small walks to a few drives,
The white adobe in the vista illuminated yet faded..
But none went on for the gone astray and yet I perplex at times,
The scribble notes were not all but yet one
And I tend to smile and rest in the one of my own one
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