Where shall I find serenity in the haphazard obscurity of the cold nights?
Or beneath the wrath of the scorching sunlight moving rising in and out of the shell
From the tides of the sea, or the in the pearls of the shell lying down
Looking at blazing stars or in the falling meteors like the fall, a freefall
Longing for the vigor of the shallowness I depart to the day
For the feeling inside that I fall prey, the spears were naïve but blunt
Like the falling petals so sublime like the snowfall of the November
I stumble while I dropped, like speechless I went while I spoke
More came the far it went, as was nothing to change but something
Longing for the feast of trust I flew to alien land, collapsed over
Once for once I leant for some aid, was pale as never before
The strong forms were weak for the once I was losing something
I thought but not yet was the hope I crawled inside outside
Took a breath looked around and found, fondness folding me in its grace
But was mere my reflection, was awaited for the rest, the realms of verity
Never was tested in the time of disgrace in life, but life had to stroll
A truth of verity I was about to sense and get, saw the crack of dawn
The rise and fall were all I mines, the sun pleasing away the moon
But the oscillation were only of the moon, and an eclipse just for me,
The sun played and the moon dance, but the shadow grove and spun
Was mere an embrace of disgrace that lasted for a dark short night
Charred calmness played the trick and I cricked and chooked in it
As the battle for the fly was something else, walking in the loneliness of daylight
I felt was alone but the scores of voices kept upcoming and I stood vertical
And took it right, holding my breaths I caught the coming train, rested in the domain
While the others chased their happy domain for socialization and for my realization
I had to face the tunes all on my own for once I grew pale under those eyelashes
Was going frigid over the ice cream and breeze as it was gulped in, lost the swarm
Was it nothing more than one more, a baffle of words over the steps and on wheels
The silence over the call from within to the self, and none behind the shades
The shades of colours were all fading in for the rolling the splendor,
The splendor a gem though I don’t know, but yet can’t ignore would be
The onslaught was not one but many at the ugliest moment, cornered
When a tender touch was all I looked in for, was choked for breaths
May be the disgrace and remorse was there, as imbibed not the right for the fight
The fight was never right and the new light was glowing with me charring beneath,
The ashes were building the castle of a new hope with the calculus of groupvenus….
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
fun and fall
The serendipity of an acquaintance to a congenital truth
A long silence of the felt feelings was engraved in to a colossal castle
Looking inside to me from others detect which never gazed at me
Judged and adjourned for a moment of long some 180days
A promise to be made against the one already made
Was not a surprise when was wasted in mere compassion scores
Some little thoughts, to steamy songs, some loud rings to slaps of tides
Rides were no more mine, I had two feet to stroll over..
Hailed as and flown in bus to wagon, R was not ours
The long genial yak to quite breeze and breezier over the ice
I froze I ran I hide but why from where to whom
Yet I did was not their for it far more than it yet it was none the less
The sheer change of high tides over the long congenial walk
The lost fragrance of the trust fading in the mist
The turbulent feeling, the cat bites to long waked nights
Reasons not me but once and all, I gasp, breaths freeze
A clout of dark clouds hover over, flitting around over the shivering foot
In cold of darkness sneaking in domain of insight I lose the site
A prize of surprise I get to see, had it to be then why it had to make fun
The fun turned funnier with the quest for visible invisibility
The thought of vary was cast off, from across the sea, but thy approved of affinity
Shuddered with the support of a cold shoulder while trying to lean over
Yet the words I chased for the reality of verity was shrugged with a haste
In such a taste of trust over trust I ran to the light of the moon
To see and feel the light amazing were the eyes I fell in again over
A long silence of the felt feelings was engraved in to a colossal castle
Looking inside to me from others detect which never gazed at me
Judged and adjourned for a moment of long some 180days
A promise to be made against the one already made
Was not a surprise when was wasted in mere compassion scores
Some little thoughts, to steamy songs, some loud rings to slaps of tides
Rides were no more mine, I had two feet to stroll over..
Hailed as and flown in bus to wagon, R was not ours
The long genial yak to quite breeze and breezier over the ice
I froze I ran I hide but why from where to whom
Yet I did was not their for it far more than it yet it was none the less
The sheer change of high tides over the long congenial walk
The lost fragrance of the trust fading in the mist
The turbulent feeling, the cat bites to long waked nights
Reasons not me but once and all, I gasp, breaths freeze
A clout of dark clouds hover over, flitting around over the shivering foot
In cold of darkness sneaking in domain of insight I lose the site
A prize of surprise I get to see, had it to be then why it had to make fun
The fun turned funnier with the quest for visible invisibility
The thought of vary was cast off, from across the sea, but thy approved of affinity
Shuddered with the support of a cold shoulder while trying to lean over
Yet the words I chased for the reality of verity was shrugged with a haste
In such a taste of trust over trust I ran to the light of the moon
To see and feel the light amazing were the eyes I fell in again over
Friday, December 11, 2009
belief in trust enduring one
The tranquility was all calm for an abrupt uproar a silent rhetoric
Was not as I never knew it get shrill and weird but isn’t this way
Was mere a acquainted dot a simple existence in his simple world
More far more closer to all those in some times or many not
Pushing the high tides that came flushing from every crook
I looked at a comrade not for I knew more but knew nothing
Struggling under the streams of water looking for glare
Was looking above and the water hurried in to my eyes
All blurred sight, gasping for breath I looked again but couldn’t see
Heard something on faith and I believed the sunshine is coming
I stood, stood against the tides hoping the buff would be mine
Longed it threw it aside but the arms rose high in ache
Looked again can see the smile can feel the light over my skin
Roughly touching it the embrace lost the essence but yet was
The loud word came don’t forget I am all there for you
Caught in the moment I thought is it? The sun shining over the beach
Longed and spoke to some other tone beating the ringing tone
Was not the same a hurdle I became an obstacle for the vanity
Fair for the fare of the fun the sun saw me trembling over my feet
Then a I heard the sun said would shine but not to me
Over the belief the trust faded on the words not read not saw
But all fall was a free fall witty wish under the same foreskin it glued
The bid was not like a kid but kicked, go go was not slow but all in flow
I froze not under the sea but beneath the shine of the sun and the belief.
Was not as I never knew it get shrill and weird but isn’t this way
Was mere a acquainted dot a simple existence in his simple world
More far more closer to all those in some times or many not
Pushing the high tides that came flushing from every crook
I looked at a comrade not for I knew more but knew nothing
Struggling under the streams of water looking for glare
Was looking above and the water hurried in to my eyes
All blurred sight, gasping for breath I looked again but couldn’t see
Heard something on faith and I believed the sunshine is coming
I stood, stood against the tides hoping the buff would be mine
Longed it threw it aside but the arms rose high in ache
Looked again can see the smile can feel the light over my skin
Roughly touching it the embrace lost the essence but yet was
The loud word came don’t forget I am all there for you
Caught in the moment I thought is it? The sun shining over the beach
Longed and spoke to some other tone beating the ringing tone
Was not the same a hurdle I became an obstacle for the vanity
Fair for the fare of the fun the sun saw me trembling over my feet
Then a I heard the sun said would shine but not to me
Over the belief the trust faded on the words not read not saw
But all fall was a free fall witty wish under the same foreskin it glued
The bid was not like a kid but kicked, go go was not slow but all in flow
I froze not under the sea but beneath the shine of the sun and the belief.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
the dot
Where did I began from where am I going to end, seems like a dot which was spread over the moments lived in the longest self. What counts was not where I was how it was but yet what I did mostly. Being not one and lone was not one wish but mere fear of. A fear of not being the one, being a dot was left with constraints in self, beyond the desires lays one. As we move can’t see things the same as we are not the same from the self that came, to what we grew in to fault a beautiful one.
All along all the time traveling through the lone path is not one in one but many in one and yet the dot remains to be a dot a change not happening. We see many alike but what we assume once we see it from not far they are fair enough and larger than life. We fall over it and climb over it to see the unseen forgetting it all through we were yet the dot. That a debacle of pinnacle and we tend to be surpassed with mere thoughts what one becomes when one sees someone else in themselves while being their along with the unlike likes. Yet the beauty of the tides is it doesn’t let me fall on the shore hitting me hard but carry over towards the horizons of the dusk and dawns. Perplexed I drool at it being like hallow ball engulfing me in itself seems so big. But what I am for it, mere a dot unseen unnoticed more complex form of forgotten tale.
The acquaintance of the dusk and dawn let me see myself not being myself as I changed for it not for it but for myself. As what I have become was the influence of the tides sweeping me away to the most beautiful lawn of autumns and I walk over the fallen leaves crumbling them with my feet a few or more time. Forgetting the fall which might beneath them I saw in mist and snow a bud.
Closer I got to it feel the smell of it the skin I touched the soul that I felt in me while being in it with it was accord. But not for the rose many were their like me it felt nothing and something. I never knew it touched it saw it blooming and crying as the dews came up, saw it smiling it from within throwing itself to the world or me unfurling itself more and more I thought I saw it all
The more I thought the more I collapsed in the inner beauty of it surrendering to the splendor of the great endurance. But the moment I felt I am engulfed I felt it’s an entrapment the dot I was.
The petals felling to fly high and high far away from me, as me being mere an acquaintance for none other than whom. The petals I saw were not in the closet but I was thrown out of the engulfing envelope of the life around myself all of a sudden the belief of trust for being the one turned floristic an ambiguity vouched.
Far off and close I felt from within a dot being erased for not being in acts of facts or being away from it a fault of not the dot but a clout crippling in me inside and outside. The spurt of anguish is not for the belief as its hard to fall for and yet to believe but yet I freeze under the snow the air getting warm. The distance of the closet turning away to more true though a half on the complex thought of the dot. Yet the dot is yet to fall in itself the inertia is yet to shrink it in itself.
All along all the time traveling through the lone path is not one in one but many in one and yet the dot remains to be a dot a change not happening. We see many alike but what we assume once we see it from not far they are fair enough and larger than life. We fall over it and climb over it to see the unseen forgetting it all through we were yet the dot. That a debacle of pinnacle and we tend to be surpassed with mere thoughts what one becomes when one sees someone else in themselves while being their along with the unlike likes. Yet the beauty of the tides is it doesn’t let me fall on the shore hitting me hard but carry over towards the horizons of the dusk and dawns. Perplexed I drool at it being like hallow ball engulfing me in itself seems so big. But what I am for it, mere a dot unseen unnoticed more complex form of forgotten tale.
The acquaintance of the dusk and dawn let me see myself not being myself as I changed for it not for it but for myself. As what I have become was the influence of the tides sweeping me away to the most beautiful lawn of autumns and I walk over the fallen leaves crumbling them with my feet a few or more time. Forgetting the fall which might beneath them I saw in mist and snow a bud.
Closer I got to it feel the smell of it the skin I touched the soul that I felt in me while being in it with it was accord. But not for the rose many were their like me it felt nothing and something. I never knew it touched it saw it blooming and crying as the dews came up, saw it smiling it from within throwing itself to the world or me unfurling itself more and more I thought I saw it all
The more I thought the more I collapsed in the inner beauty of it surrendering to the splendor of the great endurance. But the moment I felt I am engulfed I felt it’s an entrapment the dot I was.
The petals felling to fly high and high far away from me, as me being mere an acquaintance for none other than whom. The petals I saw were not in the closet but I was thrown out of the engulfing envelope of the life around myself all of a sudden the belief of trust for being the one turned floristic an ambiguity vouched.
Far off and close I felt from within a dot being erased for not being in acts of facts or being away from it a fault of not the dot but a clout crippling in me inside and outside. The spurt of anguish is not for the belief as its hard to fall for and yet to believe but yet I freeze under the snow the air getting warm. The distance of the closet turning away to more true though a half on the complex thought of the dot. Yet the dot is yet to fall in itself the inertia is yet to shrink it in itself.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
a talk
I feel like telling it to you,
for reasons you would be feeling I am being unduly rude and a burden.
But its not like that, the only thing I have esteemed throughout my
life is a family I have got as a souvenir of congenital reality. The
adobe I have built beside me hence after I don’t treat them as mere an
object of this humankind and worldly affairs, you can say he is a nerd
for this. But the bounty has been such a splendor for me that I didn’t
looked back ever or tried to rationalize it pragmatically. Friends a
too feeble word to define such relationship not for fun frolic but far
more exceeding in to realms of life like the sun coming incidentally
out every day and the stars at night saying the one would be their
tomorrow again. I never treat them like an acquaintance even for a
moment or years.
The most scaring verity is that I have been looking for stars and the
sun but the adobe is being dissolved, may be for the assault I am not
yet able to overcome. The reality where one feels even at times you
can be derailed by yourself. Hence it becomes all meaningless and mere
and obligation though at time I get loud inside and feel I might be
miniscule but not are the faces around me those am running away from.
It is far more then congenital bond but I had never intended to
express it or demean it by mere words. My feeling remains intact for
them even while I am not.
So please think what you think as these words are not justification
for being what I am or doing to my precious bounty losing them one by
one. I feel helpless when I want to speak to a few but I keep myself
away as I don’t wish to be blesses with saddle when there are
countless with a lot already. Even when I am not in touch I hope its
not getting worse.
But the one who gets stabbed but yet moving alone and getting alone
more and more. I have regrets for what I have done and no wrath for
anyone but its only me. The moment I will feel it, I will be able to
cheat myself the adobe would become worldly. But masquerading is a
thought I won’t buy, may be for a selfish desires over the existing
ambiguities one tries to find their way in more comfortable manner.
for reasons you would be feeling I am being unduly rude and a burden.
But its not like that, the only thing I have esteemed throughout my
life is a family I have got as a souvenir of congenital reality. The
adobe I have built beside me hence after I don’t treat them as mere an
object of this humankind and worldly affairs, you can say he is a nerd
for this. But the bounty has been such a splendor for me that I didn’t
looked back ever or tried to rationalize it pragmatically. Friends a
too feeble word to define such relationship not for fun frolic but far
more exceeding in to realms of life like the sun coming incidentally
out every day and the stars at night saying the one would be their
tomorrow again. I never treat them like an acquaintance even for a
moment or years.
The most scaring verity is that I have been looking for stars and the
sun but the adobe is being dissolved, may be for the assault I am not
yet able to overcome. The reality where one feels even at times you
can be derailed by yourself. Hence it becomes all meaningless and mere
and obligation though at time I get loud inside and feel I might be
miniscule but not are the faces around me those am running away from.
It is far more then congenital bond but I had never intended to
express it or demean it by mere words. My feeling remains intact for
them even while I am not.
So please think what you think as these words are not justification
for being what I am or doing to my precious bounty losing them one by
one. I feel helpless when I want to speak to a few but I keep myself
away as I don’t wish to be blesses with saddle when there are
countless with a lot already. Even when I am not in touch I hope its
not getting worse.
But the one who gets stabbed but yet moving alone and getting alone
more and more. I have regrets for what I have done and no wrath for
anyone but its only me. The moment I will feel it, I will be able to
cheat myself the adobe would become worldly. But masquerading is a
thought I won’t buy, may be for a selfish desires over the existing
ambiguities one tries to find their way in more comfortable manner.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
timid feelings
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
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
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
relic hunting
The call was to fly but was blown in to relics
The air was tepid so were the words chasing me, me chasing them
Was all clueleseely insane, yes may be yes
Deep within was clamped with the graveness.
From the cat bites to late night chats.
The less words for me, but abundance for most, the
The long last lone and fair hound of colured lines
The others lines at the same moment were never mine.
The time frame was not new except avow of new words
The songs were steamy but the steams were hot
Burnt gullet, soaked eyes and a fury within
Reason were not all mine but yes season changed
The dally for pop ups were warped invisible, I left in asylum
A strained yes but were all mine I chased, ran and fell
Not once but beyond counts, fumbled to the steps
The long snarl of the clocks ticked my beats, heart not their
Seldom did it as if it were all alone, none were the honour,
But yet for the one ogre it seemed a new dawn with every new vow
The words heard were buried, the vision was blurred,
The words read were meaningless for what just one, yet me was none
Whether I knew it or just shut it from the sight of a fright
Truth was the only trust and it was flawless smile in the, me
The long yet never ending hunt didn’t end it blossomed under the petals
The eyes lashes had many truths but the drops within saw it.
The blood oozed from the thrive the last one rather the first one
Was all red but the shrug was green in the other prudence
A bottle lost in the feelings was all sought not the , me.
The bell rang but before mine, the finger opt and I wait
The sounds of the last words is all I reckon the moments
The propelling truth is what I offer today to the day
Was all never ever fading, all the while even while being not one
But it seems I was out all out of the line, just to the day….
The air was tepid so were the words chasing me, me chasing them
Was all clueleseely insane, yes may be yes
Deep within was clamped with the graveness.
From the cat bites to late night chats.
The less words for me, but abundance for most, the
The long last lone and fair hound of colured lines
The others lines at the same moment were never mine.
The time frame was not new except avow of new words
The songs were steamy but the steams were hot
Burnt gullet, soaked eyes and a fury within
Reason were not all mine but yes season changed
The dally for pop ups were warped invisible, I left in asylum
A strained yes but were all mine I chased, ran and fell
Not once but beyond counts, fumbled to the steps
The long snarl of the clocks ticked my beats, heart not their
Seldom did it as if it were all alone, none were the honour,
But yet for the one ogre it seemed a new dawn with every new vow
The words heard were buried, the vision was blurred,
The words read were meaningless for what just one, yet me was none
Whether I knew it or just shut it from the sight of a fright
Truth was the only trust and it was flawless smile in the, me
The long yet never ending hunt didn’t end it blossomed under the petals
The eyes lashes had many truths but the drops within saw it.
The blood oozed from the thrive the last one rather the first one
Was all red but the shrug was green in the other prudence
A bottle lost in the feelings was all sought not the , me.
The bell rang but before mine, the finger opt and I wait
The sounds of the last words is all I reckon the moments
The propelling truth is what I offer today to the day
Was all never ever fading, all the while even while being not one
But it seems I was out all out of the line, just to the day….
set aside
The vulnerability if the belief progression were merely a lie
The perpetrator was none but just a few drops of emotions,
A momentous and astound state of emotional existence
Some moments of excellence in the down of the light
The flow of the eternal lights were misnomer and necessity
The longer were the version of the shortlisted content of commitment
The inner full version of the abstract existence,
The dearth of the warmth crept in, cramping the running feet’s,
The journey seemed groovy, full and flowing to heaven,
The warmth of the group of moments were all the good
The longer the dreams the more flowery were the desert in an oasis
But the nights got colder and that lexis dried up
The feelings didn’t it didn’t it spirited and chased and ran and ran
The farther it went the closer it got to the fact the pact which it was
Yet the trust in it and within never allowed to move and stayed on
Long were the pleads but none heard and pushed aside in an asylum of thoughts
The perpetrator was none but just a few drops of emotions,
A momentous and astound state of emotional existence
Some moments of excellence in the down of the light
The flow of the eternal lights were misnomer and necessity
The longer were the version of the shortlisted content of commitment
The inner full version of the abstract existence,
The dearth of the warmth crept in, cramping the running feet’s,
The journey seemed groovy, full and flowing to heaven,
The warmth of the group of moments were all the good
The longer the dreams the more flowery were the desert in an oasis
But the nights got colder and that lexis dried up
The feelings didn’t it didn’t it spirited and chased and ran and ran
The farther it went the closer it got to the fact the pact which it was
Yet the trust in it and within never allowed to move and stayed on
Long were the pleads but none heard and pushed aside in an asylum of thoughts
sinking words
Zonked but it isn’t helping either, mooching all around over and under it,
thinking not to think over it but yet it refutes to vanish, the sparkle is on,
the clarity was all shut down by simple words of allegations,
succumbed to such a disaster, and let it be their while me not,
ploy of being the one and the lone is all that’s gone, but how and why?
seems crippling over the soul under the soul thy and I seized to breath,
nothing seemed so engulfing, nothing allured more than thy,
let it be the born tide in all the fine times except the last in dawn of nine,
seemed reluctant to fall prey to the emotional craft was only the trust,
fading but shining over the words of allegations, seemed, were they there,
Grew like the mushroom after the rain from heaven but never lasted,
The accent weren’t all I had in my mind or body, walked over the moonbeam,
Never felt the tiny pinches to be as strong as the last stab came
The deeper it went the nearer I came to see how much fun it was,
The oozing blood had its own silence as calm as the bed of the dead Sea
Words suppressed it with its own hidden treasure of trust and loath to see it,
Like something like nothing like everything like acquaintance like more
Alike were dislikes branded evil in the newer likes the sudden flights to bid bye
The sudden voyage to never by graves of truths to the flowering lies,
Every astute and vociferous were deafening, blinding over the words coming,
Cursing the pale thoughts over dictation I shrugged, but ducked more within
The exemplification of the ambiguity was taken as the sword slicing not but tearing
Longest threads of notes, some good some best but not for lone bird out in the nest
The hay got lost in the cold breeze, the castle over the words dissolved, evolved
The pieces collected over the thread of note shoed was never a string attached
The string seems like musical chord for the more and roared within, detached yet loud
Everything fell under the sky but didn’t found place sleep its last night,
The courage and belief till the dawn rescued to walk away from the console
But to where? Found the stabbing arm all around and even was the lone choice
The echoes were strong but may be like the thirsty any drop is from heaven,
The longest night ever without any light from the celestial dropping over,
The heart beats were in silence, the thoughts shrinking in the deep frozen bed,
The insanity of hope came over each time with a word from heaven though not
The words sank deep and floored all the thoughts of fright from the heart and rested,
May be for more fun to be wrecked of for the reasons of the changing season,
The seasons changes but for they offer a belief, a sign, a chance to be better of
The strokes to the veins were alive from all sides in and out
Surviving to a couples of them, bowed to the last verdict over the long day
The best words on hear from the above while being buried in the grave
Promises, prayers rests in peace, none does the one, for the castle above the grave…
Being the lost one in the new found ambience of familiarity I choose not to feed
The thoughts flow and glow on and go, but lone were the mones from deep within
thinking not to think over it but yet it refutes to vanish, the sparkle is on,
the clarity was all shut down by simple words of allegations,
succumbed to such a disaster, and let it be their while me not,
ploy of being the one and the lone is all that’s gone, but how and why?
seems crippling over the soul under the soul thy and I seized to breath,
nothing seemed so engulfing, nothing allured more than thy,
let it be the born tide in all the fine times except the last in dawn of nine,
seemed reluctant to fall prey to the emotional craft was only the trust,
fading but shining over the words of allegations, seemed, were they there,
Grew like the mushroom after the rain from heaven but never lasted,
The accent weren’t all I had in my mind or body, walked over the moonbeam,
Never felt the tiny pinches to be as strong as the last stab came
The deeper it went the nearer I came to see how much fun it was,
The oozing blood had its own silence as calm as the bed of the dead Sea
Words suppressed it with its own hidden treasure of trust and loath to see it,
Like something like nothing like everything like acquaintance like more
Alike were dislikes branded evil in the newer likes the sudden flights to bid bye
The sudden voyage to never by graves of truths to the flowering lies,
Every astute and vociferous were deafening, blinding over the words coming,
Cursing the pale thoughts over dictation I shrugged, but ducked more within
The exemplification of the ambiguity was taken as the sword slicing not but tearing
Longest threads of notes, some good some best but not for lone bird out in the nest
The hay got lost in the cold breeze, the castle over the words dissolved, evolved
The pieces collected over the thread of note shoed was never a string attached
The string seems like musical chord for the more and roared within, detached yet loud
Everything fell under the sky but didn’t found place sleep its last night,
The courage and belief till the dawn rescued to walk away from the console
But to where? Found the stabbing arm all around and even was the lone choice
The echoes were strong but may be like the thirsty any drop is from heaven,
The longest night ever without any light from the celestial dropping over,
The heart beats were in silence, the thoughts shrinking in the deep frozen bed,
The insanity of hope came over each time with a word from heaven though not
The words sank deep and floored all the thoughts of fright from the heart and rested,
May be for more fun to be wrecked of for the reasons of the changing season,
The seasons changes but for they offer a belief, a sign, a chance to be better of
The strokes to the veins were alive from all sides in and out
Surviving to a couples of them, bowed to the last verdict over the long day
The best words on hear from the above while being buried in the grave
Promises, prayers rests in peace, none does the one, for the castle above the grave…
Being the lost one in the new found ambience of familiarity I choose not to feed
The thoughts flow and glow on and go, but lone were the mones from deep within
Sunday, November 1, 2009
under the moon light
Under this tickles of the hour clock which sounds louder then the commands
The flickering fingers gazing above for the one reason and a season
Under the clouds shedding those heavenly tears, a rainbow bids the farewell
The colours have their own spectrum over and above all under the sun
Under the moonlight, walking along with the sunshine
You glow with such beauty, Your smile, Your laughter, Your touch,
How I miss those, My eyes feel with tears, Such sadness,
You cannot bare to ignore, sorely an impetus Under this moonlight….
Under this dark sky with all stars above on the castle in the sky,
Under this moonlight I know I have no chance, ambiguity is it?
You look at me with such gloominess, as if I was mere an acquaintance
those eyes put me under a spell, a spell I cannot break, such sorrow..
Under those petals baring the most striking pair of eyes,
Engulfed in the dark circles but those circles illuminated the life with light,
Under such a light was mesmerized with the blinding light of inner beauty
The lure was not merely the alluring splendor but extended far to the soul..
You say I am not it, not anywhere, it isn’t, as it was, was it ever?
You look petrified at me as if we were to kiss under this moonlight,
I can feel your hands all around me, though mines now move up
you speak to me with lessen words, you whisper in my ears, but I saw
Under those speculative thought of despair the only thing for retrieve
I looked beneath the lost lines which were all mines, the meanings were fading
Under the moon the tides took it all away tried to reach to the lonely soul
The dubs were futile or were just ignored for more than a million times..
Under such a creeping night with all stars no moon on the sky,
Kept on searching between the day and the nights of the last and the naïve one
The days were miserable until this night where I felt I was just part of the fun
Under the aura of congenital and homogenatal existence, where I lacked
Under the moonlight, you shine like a gem in a tarnished palm,
you made me happy till the day you left me with a broken promise,
a broken heart, a last gasp to breath, all the words from congenital similarity
A last walk to scrawl, surfeiting the least I had ever faded away from me
Under this moonlight, I cried for you, were I being naïve for the intent
A soften words you cannot hear, never crossed my mind were far off
something that I rather leave behind, is all those ashes of those partly blistered
Something you and I don't belong, something which was not to be.. but yet
The flickering fingers gazing above for the one reason and a season
Under the clouds shedding those heavenly tears, a rainbow bids the farewell
The colours have their own spectrum over and above all under the sun
Under the moonlight, walking along with the sunshine
You glow with such beauty, Your smile, Your laughter, Your touch,
How I miss those, My eyes feel with tears, Such sadness,
You cannot bare to ignore, sorely an impetus Under this moonlight….
Under this dark sky with all stars above on the castle in the sky,
Under this moonlight I know I have no chance, ambiguity is it?
You look at me with such gloominess, as if I was mere an acquaintance
those eyes put me under a spell, a spell I cannot break, such sorrow..
Under those petals baring the most striking pair of eyes,
Engulfed in the dark circles but those circles illuminated the life with light,
Under such a light was mesmerized with the blinding light of inner beauty
The lure was not merely the alluring splendor but extended far to the soul..
You say I am not it, not anywhere, it isn’t, as it was, was it ever?
You look petrified at me as if we were to kiss under this moonlight,
I can feel your hands all around me, though mines now move up
you speak to me with lessen words, you whisper in my ears, but I saw
Under those speculative thought of despair the only thing for retrieve
I looked beneath the lost lines which were all mines, the meanings were fading
Under the moon the tides took it all away tried to reach to the lonely soul
The dubs were futile or were just ignored for more than a million times..
Under such a creeping night with all stars no moon on the sky,
Kept on searching between the day and the nights of the last and the naïve one
The days were miserable until this night where I felt I was just part of the fun
Under the aura of congenital and homogenatal existence, where I lacked
Under the moonlight, you shine like a gem in a tarnished palm,
you made me happy till the day you left me with a broken promise,
a broken heart, a last gasp to breath, all the words from congenital similarity
A last walk to scrawl, surfeiting the least I had ever faded away from me
Under this moonlight, I cried for you, were I being naïve for the intent
A soften words you cannot hear, never crossed my mind were far off
something that I rather leave behind, is all those ashes of those partly blistered
Something you and I don't belong, something which was not to be.. but yet
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
emotional mirage
An offence committed for the existence of self, its extension a naive one
The nascent ones were on account of the faith over the extended soul,
Equating the feeling of trust, faith and promise, breathing along the heat
The new origin of the thoughts, Seemed alike in different plunge to whole
Was completely flushed with sudden spread of thought, emotions and few retorts
The thoughts matched alike like twins and flowed like tides one over other
Identical were the perceived notions in the next lane were not even neighbours
Till the lane were blossomed with same thoughts but differ set,
Wondered how and when such a consensus did arose amazing
Can the mind propagate itself in the thy and I or was it just the heart feeling it
Reflection were mere the mirage of such of worldly thoughts, in creepy world,
Indeed it did, the end in the fury of some lone thoughts, were lone in the long walks
The extension of self realized the worldly wisdom, over the eternal emotions
The sudden appearance of congenital and homogenate bud,
Blown the petals of the flowers where even its own fragrance flowed,
The disappearing colours in to black and white, the shadow turn in the sharp blade,
Shedding the mirage shredding the pale skin over the glowing one
The new feel was similar yet shocking, shivering, a ferry to congeniality
The existence of oneself over the extended one is mere peripheral existence.
the lone, let the feeling be all solitary in those margins of lines beyond the folio
The nascent ones were on account of the faith over the extended soul,
Equating the feeling of trust, faith and promise, breathing along the heat
The new origin of the thoughts, Seemed alike in different plunge to whole
Was completely flushed with sudden spread of thought, emotions and few retorts
The thoughts matched alike like twins and flowed like tides one over other
Identical were the perceived notions in the next lane were not even neighbours
Till the lane were blossomed with same thoughts but differ set,
Wondered how and when such a consensus did arose amazing
Can the mind propagate itself in the thy and I or was it just the heart feeling it
Reflection were mere the mirage of such of worldly thoughts, in creepy world,
Indeed it did, the end in the fury of some lone thoughts, were lone in the long walks
The extension of self realized the worldly wisdom, over the eternal emotions
The sudden appearance of congenital and homogenate bud,
Blown the petals of the flowers where even its own fragrance flowed,
The disappearing colours in to black and white, the shadow turn in the sharp blade,
Shedding the mirage shredding the pale skin over the glowing one
The new feel was similar yet shocking, shivering, a ferry to congeniality
The existence of oneself over the extended one is mere peripheral existence.
the lone, let the feeling be all solitary in those margins of lines beyond the folio
Monday, October 19, 2009
long silent scream
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 set all ablaze
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 set all ablaze
Sunday, September 20, 2009
the last line
The call was to fly but was blown in to relics
The air was tepid so were the words chasing me, me chasing them
Was all clueleseely insane, yes may be yes
Deep within was clamped with the graveness.
From the cat bites to late night chats.
The less words for me, but abundance for most, the
The long last lone and fair hound of colured lines
The others lines at the same moment were never mine.
The time frame was not new except avow of new words
The songs were steamy but the steams were hot
Burnt gullet, soaked eyes and a fury within
Reason were not all mine but yes season changed
The dally for pop ups were warped invisible, I left in asylum
A strained yes but were all mine I chased, ran and fell
Not once but beyond counts, fumbled to the steps
The long snarl of the clocks ticked my beats, heart not their
Seldom did it as if it were all alone, none were the honour,
But yet for the one ogre it seemed a new dawn with every new vow
The words heard were buried, the vision was blurred,
The words read were meaningless for what just one, yet me was none
Whether I knew it or just shut it from the sight of a fright
Truth was the only trust and it was flawless smile in the, me
The long yet never ending hunt didn’t end it blossomed under the petals
The eyes lashes had many truths but the drops within saw it.
The blood oozed from the thrive the last one rather the first one
Was all red but the shrug was green in the other prudence
A bottle lost in the feelings was all sought not the , me.
The bell rang but before mine, the finger opt and I wait
The sounds of the last words is all I reckon the moments
The propelling truth is what I offer today to the day
Was all never ever fading, all the while even while being not one
But it seems I was out all out of the line, just to the day….
The air was tepid so were the words chasing me, me chasing them
Was all clueleseely insane, yes may be yes
Deep within was clamped with the graveness.
From the cat bites to late night chats.
The less words for me, but abundance for most, the
The long last lone and fair hound of colured lines
The others lines at the same moment were never mine.
The time frame was not new except avow of new words
The songs were steamy but the steams were hot
Burnt gullet, soaked eyes and a fury within
Reason were not all mine but yes season changed
The dally for pop ups were warped invisible, I left in asylum
A strained yes but were all mine I chased, ran and fell
Not once but beyond counts, fumbled to the steps
The long snarl of the clocks ticked my beats, heart not their
Seldom did it as if it were all alone, none were the honour,
But yet for the one ogre it seemed a new dawn with every new vow
The words heard were buried, the vision was blurred,
The words read were meaningless for what just one, yet me was none
Whether I knew it or just shut it from the sight of a fright
Truth was the only trust and it was flawless smile in the, me
The long yet never ending hunt didn’t end it blossomed under the petals
The eyes lashes had many truths but the drops within saw it.
The blood oozed from the thrive the last one rather the first one
Was all red but the shrug was green in the other prudence
A bottle lost in the feelings was all sought not the , me.
The bell rang but before mine, the finger opt and I wait
The sounds of the last words is all I reckon the moments
The propelling truth is what I offer today to the day
Was all never ever fading, all the while even while being not one
But it seems I was out all out of the line, just to the day….
Friday, September 11, 2009
reality
The burning feeling in my throat
The pain almost amounts to what I feel in my heart
But this time I inflicted this upon myself
Hoping at the same time I'll improve all my flaws that turned you away
from me
I look upon myself in the mirror
I still don't like what I see in front of me
I see the residue of you around my mouth
The remains of your kisses on my cheeks
I can feel your breath whispering across my face
It sourly reminds me of the harsh winter wind that struck my face the day
you left
The irritating memory of the scent of your clothes burn my nose
They sting like the fumes that float off a just stricken match
I can still feel you uncaring arms around my waist
I feel myself wrapped around your finger by your words
Bound and tied down by the deceiving lies you spoke
Paralyzed by the sweetness that captured my attention without a second
thought
I can sense your presence over me
Like a shadow that won't go away
I feel as if I have no way out
No light to guide my path
I know that this won't last forever
Just until the day that I'm ready to let you leave my mind
Obviously I'm not ready yet
For you have lingered in my thoughts ever since the day you left
I still dream of the day where I can live up to what you want me to be
The angel I never was
The angel I'm determined to be
Even though I know the day you'll want me again is just a faint hope
inflicted by my imagination
Until then
I'm going to do my best, which might even be the worst thing I could ever
do
To become what I think that I am not, what I hope that I'm not
Which is something I'll later regret
The pain almost amounts to what I feel in my heart
But this time I inflicted this upon myself
Hoping at the same time I'll improve all my flaws that turned you away
from me
I look upon myself in the mirror
I still don't like what I see in front of me
I see the residue of you around my mouth
The remains of your kisses on my cheeks
I can feel your breath whispering across my face
It sourly reminds me of the harsh winter wind that struck my face the day
you left
The irritating memory of the scent of your clothes burn my nose
They sting like the fumes that float off a just stricken match
I can still feel you uncaring arms around my waist
I feel myself wrapped around your finger by your words
Bound and tied down by the deceiving lies you spoke
Paralyzed by the sweetness that captured my attention without a second
thought
I can sense your presence over me
Like a shadow that won't go away
I feel as if I have no way out
No light to guide my path
I know that this won't last forever
Just until the day that I'm ready to let you leave my mind
Obviously I'm not ready yet
For you have lingered in my thoughts ever since the day you left
I still dream of the day where I can live up to what you want me to be
The angel I never was
The angel I'm determined to be
Even though I know the day you'll want me again is just a faint hope
inflicted by my imagination
Until then
I'm going to do my best, which might even be the worst thing I could ever
do
To become what I think that I am not, what I hope that I'm not
Which is something I'll later regret
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Fault lines
Strwaling down the fault lines to where?
Unseen scenes, undivided lines, undecided to a mirage
The autonomy of desire were free, the feelings conspiring within,
Barging in to a paradise of flowers or a heat of fury
The walks were mundane, sublime yet youthful alive
The every curves of the path showed explicit warmth of desire
On the dead ends the sight left the mind, the heart felt free
As if the heart beats matched the foot prints and followed the fault lines
The naked virgin truth and shape of the warmth were too serine
So were the conspired whispers and loud commands of words
The one who evades the one for the none, the naïve the nascent yet similar
Every word saw a sense of disgrace nothing charmed but mere the group venus
The night of the fold within were unruffled in a haste, losing the ends of embark,
The letter of the words embraced every essence of disgrace
Roaring were the commands of lord, and the angels keep it, shut it, watch it,
Choosed the spectrum of thought fueled by the nothing but the old footprints,
inquisitive argumentative mind stopped working each time thinking it can’t be it,
pouring over and again the same thought it cant be, from the stream of truth and purity
the muffling and ruffling of thoughts evoking provoking yet closed every time
the new dawn of it was yet to seen while carrying along a new pain other then it
the days were not the days the night never came, the wheels flew down
alas the purity of the truth came true, the wish came true unseen though
the new turns had new rules defined yet not spoken so had to be mum
saw the rising of the burning sun charred in to the lies of the truth as pure as it could be
as the guide came down from the new paradise of unity found in all
refuted it all to the only voice accepted it to all, denial of the ears and eyes done,
the fault lines were deep engraved within yet the walks yet not got in to crawls
was it a fault over the fault line, the sound came from within no
but the visibility of the actions, the words, the eyes, spared none
the lines were more charmed over the congenital, homogenital and each day affinity,
the old roads less traveled had faults but the days were of mere fours month mere four
wished it were a bit more longer of the initial four months over the fault lines
the pursued journey over the lines were seeming lonely with the hast in taste,
the unseen dots over the fault lines were slapped by the new fresh stream of the beach
stunned over the vanity of the new vogue of the choosing the comfort
the fault lines seemd volatile but the new parched heat was all hugged
the desire was that the a sudden break would have been more shrgging
then over the decaying of the days and the nights as the bretahs slow down
the loathes and laugh over regressive dots were all sensible and used to bark at
the baked, frozen, tottered turn were all the ruffling stones were left over the fault lines
Unseen scenes, undivided lines, undecided to a mirage
The autonomy of desire were free, the feelings conspiring within,
Barging in to a paradise of flowers or a heat of fury
The walks were mundane, sublime yet youthful alive
The every curves of the path showed explicit warmth of desire
On the dead ends the sight left the mind, the heart felt free
As if the heart beats matched the foot prints and followed the fault lines
The naked virgin truth and shape of the warmth were too serine
So were the conspired whispers and loud commands of words
The one who evades the one for the none, the naïve the nascent yet similar
Every word saw a sense of disgrace nothing charmed but mere the group venus
The night of the fold within were unruffled in a haste, losing the ends of embark,
The letter of the words embraced every essence of disgrace
Roaring were the commands of lord, and the angels keep it, shut it, watch it,
Choosed the spectrum of thought fueled by the nothing but the old footprints,
inquisitive argumentative mind stopped working each time thinking it can’t be it,
pouring over and again the same thought it cant be, from the stream of truth and purity
the muffling and ruffling of thoughts evoking provoking yet closed every time
the new dawn of it was yet to seen while carrying along a new pain other then it
the days were not the days the night never came, the wheels flew down
alas the purity of the truth came true, the wish came true unseen though
the new turns had new rules defined yet not spoken so had to be mum
saw the rising of the burning sun charred in to the lies of the truth as pure as it could be
as the guide came down from the new paradise of unity found in all
refuted it all to the only voice accepted it to all, denial of the ears and eyes done,
the fault lines were deep engraved within yet the walks yet not got in to crawls
was it a fault over the fault line, the sound came from within no
but the visibility of the actions, the words, the eyes, spared none
the lines were more charmed over the congenital, homogenital and each day affinity,
the old roads less traveled had faults but the days were of mere fours month mere four
wished it were a bit more longer of the initial four months over the fault lines
the pursued journey over the lines were seeming lonely with the hast in taste,
the unseen dots over the fault lines were slapped by the new fresh stream of the beach
stunned over the vanity of the new vogue of the choosing the comfort
the fault lines seemd volatile but the new parched heat was all hugged
the desire was that the a sudden break would have been more shrgging
then over the decaying of the days and the nights as the bretahs slow down
the loathes and laugh over regressive dots were all sensible and used to bark at
the baked, frozen, tottered turn were all the ruffling stones were left over the fault lines
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
till when
I know you are not alien dancing from my skin, soul..
The moves where never moved down nor were the forced charade
But the churning carnation of love didn’t bloomed in between..
Some days were tainted so where the nights outspread
The feeling not whispered not seen not felt ..
To many possessions too many different way too much to find the back
When thy moves in different trail and the poles are stretched apart
The imminence is still one and all one in two unusual way
The sun sets where the other rises and the darkness caused,came brightness
And if its true then shall be the love as it goes down but comes back again..
The truth lies in the valley of forbidden truth and hidden by baseless..
The fury is still burning within and melting along with the cerebral…
Following the trails of uncontrolled natural calamity which I never seeked ..
But the congeniality was all blames for the desires, the vehemence for cloaseness..
Aah I was the one who was far from this all the time and in all the tides..
The lunar eclipse has turned the sea all calm and all settled within ..
Toring aprt came a yacht and the lines were left all over the sea…
The distance were more evident the lonely words showered its tears..
But it was not ready to be dispensed and all I got is that was a border..
I shall have not crssed nor allowed to jump sitting over the tides I screamed…
Comng was never gone thought streamed in from deep within..
Its just a wish dream which I was told go go go and …
Aah thy dream they dream thy dream I dream … shud v not ??
I didn’t cared nor does any one so I did but wat I got..
The fallinf line from the fire and the rain were all closed on my skin
Burnt yet not charnned the feeling was awesome some time not..
But I always see u again not fine not old not pale ..
Walking my mind to back to cold wind came the sweet words back from telephone..
Seemed lonely times when I could not find my friends
but I akways saw u one more time again wish wish..
its time for giving and dressed and ilove the magic which still rules
the cattles back from the greenery back to their domain
the coming herd was all heavenly but the best one the preetiest one
I screamed all aloud all searching for thyran in the darkness fumbled ..
Got up chased the greenery but where was it the darkness folded it it its own grave
The moonligt showed the sparkle and I not mere a spectator..
But was charred down when I reached their the feathers were their..
But the bird was oh the nest was unmoved waiting for the arrival
Was it too hard or had it lost its way some where or was the adobe no more the same..
I was standing in their with my arms spread .. but the till where had it to be stretch
The moves where never moved down nor were the forced charade
But the churning carnation of love didn’t bloomed in between..
Some days were tainted so where the nights outspread
The feeling not whispered not seen not felt ..
To many possessions too many different way too much to find the back
When thy moves in different trail and the poles are stretched apart
The imminence is still one and all one in two unusual way
The sun sets where the other rises and the darkness caused,came brightness
And if its true then shall be the love as it goes down but comes back again..
The truth lies in the valley of forbidden truth and hidden by baseless..
The fury is still burning within and melting along with the cerebral…
Following the trails of uncontrolled natural calamity which I never seeked ..
But the congeniality was all blames for the desires, the vehemence for cloaseness..
Aah I was the one who was far from this all the time and in all the tides..
The lunar eclipse has turned the sea all calm and all settled within ..
Toring aprt came a yacht and the lines were left all over the sea…
The distance were more evident the lonely words showered its tears..
But it was not ready to be dispensed and all I got is that was a border..
I shall have not crssed nor allowed to jump sitting over the tides I screamed…
Comng was never gone thought streamed in from deep within..
Its just a wish dream which I was told go go go and …
Aah thy dream they dream thy dream I dream … shud v not ??
I didn’t cared nor does any one so I did but wat I got..
The fallinf line from the fire and the rain were all closed on my skin
Burnt yet not charnned the feeling was awesome some time not..
But I always see u again not fine not old not pale ..
Walking my mind to back to cold wind came the sweet words back from telephone..
Seemed lonely times when I could not find my friends
but I akways saw u one more time again wish wish..
its time for giving and dressed and ilove the magic which still rules
the cattles back from the greenery back to their domain
the coming herd was all heavenly but the best one the preetiest one
I screamed all aloud all searching for thyran in the darkness fumbled ..
Got up chased the greenery but where was it the darkness folded it it its own grave
The moonligt showed the sparkle and I not mere a spectator..
But was charred down when I reached their the feathers were their..
But the bird was oh the nest was unmoved waiting for the arrival
Was it too hard or had it lost its way some where or was the adobe no more the same..
I was standing in their with my arms spread .. but the till where had it to be stretch
Peace of love or just piece
the lines of slipup were so profoundly discernible,
the words of wisdom were never mine,
Feeling were all strewn and so were the onus,
but the gesture of the facts were always surmising,
now as the days were quite long and parched in the heat,
the turbulence of the felt feeling, unfelt feelings were toned apart,
music lost its beat and so were line meaningful lost its sole essence,
now the words are tearing apart the most fetched sole…
where it was how it was and when was it..
the answer seemed lost in the queries of the seeked explanations,
where were the moments of the lost memories,
The words of promise meant silently the acts done absently,
Yes the dirth of the vehemence in the act caused its death,
But wasn’t it too feeble when the soles used to talk..
Or was it merely the lips doing the talk and teethes tottering.
No is the answer I get but the sudden spurt of disgust- kills
Flying over the memories of the lines, drawn over the skies.
To the distance marked on the miles..
The separation always seemed so shuttle nothing came in,
The sheer absence of air and the persona was awesomely felt.
The lines of slipup were so profoundly discernible,
The words of wisdom were never mine,
Feeling were all strewn and so were the onus,
But the gesture of the facts were always surmising
The tunes if running shoes to see the moon, sprinted always..
The calmness of the vibrant feeling, the rainbow of the shades,
Walks in the darkness to the moonlight
Showed the world has more then it could have given you,
Felt like the days were going on and the feeling unsettled.
The calmed stagnation had its own fun all through
Moving in the felt pressure of the belongingness and the nest of onus..
Kept moving under the shadow of serenity what was it a desire?
The smiles with the flick of petals the depth in the curves of eyes..
Takes you to the valley of rapture, every night had it own untold story,
Making it more and more the strongest bond never seen but yet was felt..
The movement of the breaths in the lungs never missed the clout of face..
The moments of closeness were always marked with a new birth new dawn..
The new days and nights were tremendously felt within,
Always forced to perceive the next encounter of the heaven- But when?
Oh the feelings were parted but yet concluded..
The lines of slipup were so profoundly discernible,
The words of wisdom were never mine,
Feeling were all strewn and so were the onus,
But the gesture of the facts were always surmising
was never like an accord but just a zen in peace of the long safari..
traveling in the ups and down were like awesome..
the brutal fact of the non existence were never folded..
aah long were night so short were the days beyond the celestial..
traveling all with the heavenly spirit was never ever easy..
dreams u know never breath, but it was all alive and profound.
The folded fury of fun spurted was unfelt as was in abundance..
Tried to grasp it with the hands which had holes in them..
The little moments were never longs lasting but the feeling lasted in its castle..
Going on every night and coming out with a shining smile of the sun was awesome..
Forget not the breaths which were sprinting down the last encounter..
Oh heaven some times lasted a bit longer then it should..
Resting in the valley innumerable memories of the forecasted fact..
It never died never shall it demean nor shall it be mortal,
Lost it I choose not see it as it’s what life means for the every flowering bud..
Living the lived every moment again no always… rests in the peace of love..
the words of wisdom were never mine,
Feeling were all strewn and so were the onus,
but the gesture of the facts were always surmising,
now as the days were quite long and parched in the heat,
the turbulence of the felt feeling, unfelt feelings were toned apart,
music lost its beat and so were line meaningful lost its sole essence,
now the words are tearing apart the most fetched sole…
where it was how it was and when was it..
the answer seemed lost in the queries of the seeked explanations,
where were the moments of the lost memories,
The words of promise meant silently the acts done absently,
Yes the dirth of the vehemence in the act caused its death,
But wasn’t it too feeble when the soles used to talk..
Or was it merely the lips doing the talk and teethes tottering.
No is the answer I get but the sudden spurt of disgust- kills
Flying over the memories of the lines, drawn over the skies.
To the distance marked on the miles..
The separation always seemed so shuttle nothing came in,
The sheer absence of air and the persona was awesomely felt.
The lines of slipup were so profoundly discernible,
The words of wisdom were never mine,
Feeling were all strewn and so were the onus,
But the gesture of the facts were always surmising
The tunes if running shoes to see the moon, sprinted always..
The calmness of the vibrant feeling, the rainbow of the shades,
Walks in the darkness to the moonlight
Showed the world has more then it could have given you,
Felt like the days were going on and the feeling unsettled.
The calmed stagnation had its own fun all through
Moving in the felt pressure of the belongingness and the nest of onus..
Kept moving under the shadow of serenity what was it a desire?
The smiles with the flick of petals the depth in the curves of eyes..
Takes you to the valley of rapture, every night had it own untold story,
Making it more and more the strongest bond never seen but yet was felt..
The movement of the breaths in the lungs never missed the clout of face..
The moments of closeness were always marked with a new birth new dawn..
The new days and nights were tremendously felt within,
Always forced to perceive the next encounter of the heaven- But when?
Oh the feelings were parted but yet concluded..
The lines of slipup were so profoundly discernible,
The words of wisdom were never mine,
Feeling were all strewn and so were the onus,
But the gesture of the facts were always surmising
was never like an accord but just a zen in peace of the long safari..
traveling in the ups and down were like awesome..
the brutal fact of the non existence were never folded..
aah long were night so short were the days beyond the celestial..
traveling all with the heavenly spirit was never ever easy..
dreams u know never breath, but it was all alive and profound.
The folded fury of fun spurted was unfelt as was in abundance..
Tried to grasp it with the hands which had holes in them..
The little moments were never longs lasting but the feeling lasted in its castle..
Going on every night and coming out with a shining smile of the sun was awesome..
Forget not the breaths which were sprinting down the last encounter..
Oh heaven some times lasted a bit longer then it should..
Resting in the valley innumerable memories of the forecasted fact..
It never died never shall it demean nor shall it be mortal,
Lost it I choose not see it as it’s what life means for the every flowering bud..
Living the lived every moment again no always… rests in the peace of love..
Sunday, June 28, 2009
as i watched the raindrops
As I watch the raindrops I marvel,
How do they feel to part from each other and fall
Or it is a free fall I wonder I feel a free fall
Down to someplace, yet no where it seems
Isn’t it all about the white and dark of life?
How admirably they are held together
Mounting above all, choose to be together for some reasons
And form a collage of self and the others
Rise and rise and without the wings on them
Fly high to the southern sky and the east, west and north
Collide and collide as if they were destined to and cloud
The lighter they become, the higher they fly over their spirit
The free fly over the alien world seems so colossal
The enchanting everlasting fly deep within is incredible
The lightness takes them all around and the colour is so wan
Seems as if their isn’t anything else to get a space
The tides torment ones some where from within makes it grave
Grasping it over with each other, now the inevitable is due
The overcoming of the self over the self, if lost and darkness creeps in
The bond looks feeble the fly no more a free fall but waiting for a fall
The bond breaks for a new venture is it or it is the end
The zenith seemed impeccable and inconvincible but all conquered
The greatest sees itself falling apart in drops all falling apart
None can hole them any more and fold in it
New destines as if they had to look in to for or the lost dens barging in to
They fall they fall in a forced fury of the darkness from the wan
The journey seems so colossal yet the foot prints are left
The drops chasing the drops fall a free fall indeed a free fall!!
How do they feel to part from each other and fall
Or it is a free fall I wonder I feel a free fall
Down to someplace, yet no where it seems
Isn’t it all about the white and dark of life?
How admirably they are held together
Mounting above all, choose to be together for some reasons
And form a collage of self and the others
Rise and rise and without the wings on them
Fly high to the southern sky and the east, west and north
Collide and collide as if they were destined to and cloud
The lighter they become, the higher they fly over their spirit
The free fly over the alien world seems so colossal
The enchanting everlasting fly deep within is incredible
The lightness takes them all around and the colour is so wan
Seems as if their isn’t anything else to get a space
The tides torment ones some where from within makes it grave
Grasping it over with each other, now the inevitable is due
The overcoming of the self over the self, if lost and darkness creeps in
The bond looks feeble the fly no more a free fall but waiting for a fall
The bond breaks for a new venture is it or it is the end
The zenith seemed impeccable and inconvincible but all conquered
The greatest sees itself falling apart in drops all falling apart
None can hole them any more and fold in it
New destines as if they had to look in to for or the lost dens barging in to
They fall they fall in a forced fury of the darkness from the wan
The journey seems so colossal yet the foot prints are left
The drops chasing the drops fall a free fall indeed a free fall!!
Monday, June 22, 2009
seeking just one but none
The day was not the conclusion of the usual feeling, I had but the feeling was not deviating from the conduit. Though the day was parched and the feet felt the heat beneath it drying the nerves and the blood in the veins were freshening and each time the breath was too hard to earn.
Life succumbed from and of just a few things rather one with in and out what we never dreamt of without!!
Last but the first flash trails and rails in the mind and body.. the more I hide the more I creep, though the essence I know would be the same nor I wish to see it varying but yet the discourse of the words speaks aloud lives me into the fury of possessive insanity..
The insanity was nothing but yes manifestation of alteration of the extended self within the domain which was vacuumed for any intrude but the crown given to me was moved and was evident, the screams, the yells were loud but were unheard and was counted on to the fact were not for thy but all my the coherence I speak about the word was trust and followed as preached.. saw, heard, read yet fought yet crawled the least I could have done was done.. none null and void it was meant to be.. the reason were left ruffled up with the surged body.. and yet I looked and thought fell…
The reason I marvel, didn’t had it in, though huge and high werr the claims !!!
Life succumbed from and of just a few things rather one with in and out what we never dreamt of without!!
Last but the first flash trails and rails in the mind and body.. the more I hide the more I creep, though the essence I know would be the same nor I wish to see it varying but yet the discourse of the words speaks aloud lives me into the fury of possessive insanity..
The insanity was nothing but yes manifestation of alteration of the extended self within the domain which was vacuumed for any intrude but the crown given to me was moved and was evident, the screams, the yells were loud but were unheard and was counted on to the fact were not for thy but all my the coherence I speak about the word was trust and followed as preached.. saw, heard, read yet fought yet crawled the least I could have done was done.. none null and void it was meant to be.. the reason were left ruffled up with the surged body.. and yet I looked and thought fell…
The reason I marvel, didn’t had it in, though huge and high werr the claims !!!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
To which end
The long road to the radiance to which end
Were all growing dim, the thoughts lightened it
The dreams were yet not deceased but flaming inside the heart,
The boulevard to which I thought the sun won’t die
Yet took a trip none else but under the moonlight
Thought and thought that might be I need to fight
But the legs denied me the pace to the race
The acquaintance gone astray to an attraction,
The words seemed so brutal; the wounds so deep yet didn’t bleed
The sensible won over the insane, the insanity was pious
The battle was lost before I won; the night came before the dawn
The ballet of the stars around the moon, turned me in to a meteor
The burning was all a love, was looking for some unruffled rays from the moon
But the moon disowned me as if I was no more in any more no
But the path of this glumness locked me in an embrace of thoughts
The one I had the one the moon had and the one the stars had
Once turned in to a meteor I was none but an alien
and the entreaty I had was looked as if was blistered...
Coming down to earth was all pressed with power of alienation
the clout of life, love and association was gloomy
burning and yet burning I tried to clasp on the string, too pale
but the string already lost at the other end may be in end
the loose end I was hanging on to, smoldering the end was loose
the loses end alleyway was not the one but the own one
the debacle was not me and I or the one but the end
but yet the defragmenterd me was still congregating the same
with what and why, hope in the end and yet the lost loose end
may be some tad would still be wandering in and around the end...
Were all growing dim, the thoughts lightened it
The dreams were yet not deceased but flaming inside the heart,
The boulevard to which I thought the sun won’t die
Yet took a trip none else but under the moonlight
Thought and thought that might be I need to fight
But the legs denied me the pace to the race
The acquaintance gone astray to an attraction,
The words seemed so brutal; the wounds so deep yet didn’t bleed
The sensible won over the insane, the insanity was pious
The battle was lost before I won; the night came before the dawn
The ballet of the stars around the moon, turned me in to a meteor
The burning was all a love, was looking for some unruffled rays from the moon
But the moon disowned me as if I was no more in any more no
But the path of this glumness locked me in an embrace of thoughts
The one I had the one the moon had and the one the stars had
Once turned in to a meteor I was none but an alien
and the entreaty I had was looked as if was blistered...
Coming down to earth was all pressed with power of alienation
the clout of life, love and association was gloomy
burning and yet burning I tried to clasp on the string, too pale
but the string already lost at the other end may be in end
the loose end I was hanging on to, smoldering the end was loose
the loses end alleyway was not the one but the own one
the debacle was not me and I or the one but the end
but yet the defragmenterd me was still congregating the same
with what and why, hope in the end and yet the lost loose end
may be some tad would still be wandering in and around the end...
Sunday, May 31, 2009
what was i taken for
Is this what we call it a life...
sometimes when we dont know who is sitting beside..
but yet the travller is on its own journey
not known and not seen but yet under cover
am yet to see how it was..
how it changed and what it said it didnt meant to be like
for time where claims were not the claims in it self
but all the blaims it turned i took it on myself
and now putting it in a vaccum box it tunrs out to be something
as dead as the last breath i inhaled
the last sight i saw the last bite i took
but what is left in me is the venom of the dusk
not realising the fact that those on them were not mine
was i never ever meant to be be like more than an aqunitance may i was not
the small chat of sound proof room left my soul screaming me inside me
but yer the trust was hard to die was it all i not saw
i did i did but i didnt said and meant wat i intened
wheneve i did may be that was too feeble to be seen or felt
claims of blaims al are mine nor mere the relms of life but yes
no were the sound echoing in my head falling apart
alas wat was not was not wat i did was not
wat i got was not wat i felt was not felt what i meant was flown
what i did was insanity what i believed in was a mirage
what i thought was a false mistaken for may taken for granted
sometimes when we dont know who is sitting beside..
but yet the travller is on its own journey
not known and not seen but yet under cover
am yet to see how it was..
how it changed and what it said it didnt meant to be like
for time where claims were not the claims in it self
but all the blaims it turned i took it on myself
and now putting it in a vaccum box it tunrs out to be something
as dead as the last breath i inhaled
the last sight i saw the last bite i took
but what is left in me is the venom of the dusk
not realising the fact that those on them were not mine
was i never ever meant to be be like more than an aqunitance may i was not
the small chat of sound proof room left my soul screaming me inside me
but yer the trust was hard to die was it all i not saw
i did i did but i didnt said and meant wat i intened
wheneve i did may be that was too feeble to be seen or felt
claims of blaims al are mine nor mere the relms of life but yes
no were the sound echoing in my head falling apart
alas wat was not was not wat i did was not
wat i got was not wat i felt was not felt what i meant was flown
what i did was insanity what i believed in was a mirage
what i thought was a false mistaken for may taken for granted
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
in a mirage
I know you are not alien dancing from my skin, soul..
The moves where never moved down nor were the forced charade
But the churning carnation of love didn’t bloomed in between..
Some days were tainted so where the nights outspread
The feeling not whispered not seen not felt ..
To many possessions too many different way too much to find the back
When thy moves in different trail and the poles are stretched apart
The imminence is still one and all one in two unusual ways
The sun sets where the other rises and the darkness caused came brightness
And if its true then shall be the love as it goes down but comes back again..
The truth lies in the valley of forbidden truth and hidden by baseless..
The fury is still burning within and melting along with the cerebral…
Following the trails of uncontrolled natural calamity which I never seeked ..
But the congeniality was all blames for the desires, the vehemence for closeness..
Aah I was the one who was far from this all the time and in all the tides..
The lunar eclipse has turned the sea all calm and all settled within..
Tearing apart comse a yacht and the lines were left all over the sea…
The distance were more evident the lonely words showered its tears..
But it was not ready to be dispensed and all I got is that was a border..
I shall have not crossed nor allowed to jump sitting over the tides I screamed…
Comng was never gone thought streamed in from deep within..
Its just a wish dream which I was told go go go and …
Aah thy dream they dream thy dream I dream … should v not ??
I didn’t cared nor does any one so I did but what I got..
The falling line from the fire and the rain were all closed on my skin
Burnt yet not charnned the feeling was awesome some time not..
But I always see u again not fine not old not pale ..
Walking my mind to back to cold wind came the sweet words back from telephone..
Seemed lonely times when I could not find my friends
but I always saw u one more time again wish wish..
Its time for giving and dressed and love the magic which still rules
The cattle’s back from the greenery back to their domain
the coming herd was all heavenly but the best one the prettiest one
I screamed all aloud all searching for tyrant in the darkness fumbled..
Got up chased the greenery but where was it the darkness folded it it its own grave
The moonlight showed the sparkle and I not mere a spectator..
But was charred down when I reached their the feathers were their..
But the bird was oh the nest was unmoved waiting for the arrival
Was it too hard or had it lost its way some where or was the adobe no more the same..
I was standing in their with my arms spread .. but the till where It hat to be stretched
The moves where never moved down nor were the forced charade
But the churning carnation of love didn’t bloomed in between..
Some days were tainted so where the nights outspread
The feeling not whispered not seen not felt ..
To many possessions too many different way too much to find the back
When thy moves in different trail and the poles are stretched apart
The imminence is still one and all one in two unusual ways
The sun sets where the other rises and the darkness caused came brightness
And if its true then shall be the love as it goes down but comes back again..
The truth lies in the valley of forbidden truth and hidden by baseless..
The fury is still burning within and melting along with the cerebral…
Following the trails of uncontrolled natural calamity which I never seeked ..
But the congeniality was all blames for the desires, the vehemence for closeness..
Aah I was the one who was far from this all the time and in all the tides..
The lunar eclipse has turned the sea all calm and all settled within..
Tearing apart comse a yacht and the lines were left all over the sea…
The distance were more evident the lonely words showered its tears..
But it was not ready to be dispensed and all I got is that was a border..
I shall have not crossed nor allowed to jump sitting over the tides I screamed…
Comng was never gone thought streamed in from deep within..
Its just a wish dream which I was told go go go and …
Aah thy dream they dream thy dream I dream … should v not ??
I didn’t cared nor does any one so I did but what I got..
The falling line from the fire and the rain were all closed on my skin
Burnt yet not charnned the feeling was awesome some time not..
But I always see u again not fine not old not pale ..
Walking my mind to back to cold wind came the sweet words back from telephone..
Seemed lonely times when I could not find my friends
but I always saw u one more time again wish wish..
Its time for giving and dressed and love the magic which still rules
The cattle’s back from the greenery back to their domain
the coming herd was all heavenly but the best one the prettiest one
I screamed all aloud all searching for tyrant in the darkness fumbled..
Got up chased the greenery but where was it the darkness folded it it its own grave
The moonlight showed the sparkle and I not mere a spectator..
But was charred down when I reached their the feathers were their..
But the bird was oh the nest was unmoved waiting for the arrival
Was it too hard or had it lost its way some where or was the adobe no more the same..
I was standing in their with my arms spread .. but the till where It hat to be stretched
the burning orchid
I know my breaths have their own wee cause
The veins flamer once the blood stops oozing in them
I know my head won’t spin till it’s not the end
The thought would not excuse the words to be not
Traveled across the valley through the trains
Wishing no stain was left to the place
The foot marks were dissolving in its own evolution
The breaths dissolving in the cold heat of the heart,
Lurching in to a place where I was know to the unknown
Looking as if it was full of familiar ruse, let it unfold
But the parched journey to the ruse of brut truth
Found the valley full of the sacrifice and untold truth of the demise
Blooming flowers have their own colors to flaunt
But the reek just choose to elude them and run off
And the orchid which none of their own lost is parched
Feeling the fragrance but where and how, gazing to void
The flow of coil over them though making it pale
But the swing taking the aroma of the bud
The unblemished sun leaves nothing but the vehement colour
The dews make it as pious as it is so naïve
Running from it’s own evolution to its own unsaid demise
These shrubbery reside all, for a smile receptive yet deceptive of the dew
For those twinkling eyes, those sparking colours, those nectar suckers
But yet never complain when they look at the petals living them one by one
The moments that shape the life where all alike as if not
The stranger came not with a dagger but leave the acquaintance
Walking with the heard voice in to the darkness was wise
But the prudence of a strange unworldly words were quite deafening
The self denials of the truth lead to the demise
Looking at the fallen leaves with all pale in colour they never smile
The eyes which hover and hover for the petals would never shiver
The drying aroma of the fresh air from the nectar mesmerizes
Yet stand hoping these would not change and once again come over
Living not as if smitten but only with the truth to tell
The burning lure of the flora shall come to one
Untold unfolded and though absent, in cruel palms it shall be free
The fragrance is still their and choose not fade off
Flow of fresh air though scanty slaps the gape too hard
The fell of which is not new too old and pleasant but a bit wee
Fighting the stand to defy the clout it choose to rest alone
The fire in itself would fuel the life and yet chained to it
curls not unwinding themselves but hurting themselves to smile
The dawn would flutter though cramped in itself from the last
Gazing to the first as if it’s not varying though it has indeed
Monday, May 25, 2009
Thy and I
The I and the thy met once in the land not ordained,
Everything went like a fairytale, fro for a swing
The ogre rose to the occasion and told the princess the felt
The thy was not but her from the fresh heat, yet in her lost thoughts,
Thy feeling were thrown in the tides to the shore it never wished
The wishes rested in the peace within calmness of rush
But for long the spurt of deemed feeling went for a blaze
The suckering of the cold blaze was so torment and the burns were alive
Yet the walk over the autumn leave left with the crackles of the dried life.
And the wait of resentment was due from within
Suddenly the fresh breeze from the sea of Aladdin the trick
The ogre knew it’s now or never ever and ran ran ran
The strength of witching came from all the weakness of true lies,
The winters were barging in so was the insanity..
The coercion of letting it go was so fierce that the feelings boozed
The elasticity of the rubber was so hard on the stairs to heaven,
Pushing it hard over the might drive and oozing insanity…
The earnest thought of desires was all of the I.
The I said all that it had no thinking of looking back ever…
But the destiny had its one calmness under the sheet
The wait for the spring was all parched but yet heavenly..
The solitude of the ogre were settled down and thrown in the affluence..
Opulence of the feeling were all spread but felt its all weaved,
The thread took u place not imagined from the darkness of the rooms to
The opulence of the were miser in the self of the self and the I
Wasn’t the mere share of the feelings parched in it might not have
Or may be the I was cursed for the reason unknown…
Tracks kept on changing but the I shall have juggled in much better way..
The valley of flowers changed with the season had the smell of fragrance still realms..
Thy I was always the same insane chasing the fragrance of thy..
The ever lasting desire of the amity, reliance, chuck and onset of belongings,,
Didn’t knew any difference towards being sundry none was knew by the thy or the I…
The claims all thy’s I made was reluctantly boxed in the for selfishness…
The claims soon turned in to blames and sheer apathy towards the claim was humane..?
The distant feeling from the affinity of acquaintance was also marked vehemently
Much profound were the desires of balance in between likes and dislikes..
The thought being reckoned as coercion and acts were of the imp all had shades..
The shades which were the I’s person for the congeniality were framed and caged..
I’s remorse was to try hard and loathed the world why ??
The oscillation among the likes and dislikes showed the I the poles..
Wasn’t the mere desire of I asking him to be what he was not..
When the I’s thy felt life was not life when with thy from the inception..
The soul dreads it self was it the as thy or was it not..
The I felt chased fumbled rose and fumbled to every it every time
But the destiny had changed the routes and in the gloomy darkness..
The bare of the thy’s I lost the sight and fright
The blown had its own reason unknown till date where acts of thy was proved..
Obligation for the share of the bounty. was showed how small were the I’s acts..
The acts of closeness results in the fury of the drift,, slowly but yet it did
The blames were all mine none was all I was to be in to ..
But yet the acts of love turned in to raid of esteem, so mundane
The pride of the bond was it gone, the name was not named even once with no reasons
usual the reality of the profound dissimilarity negated the own facts..’
Crumpled all the acts of isolation and stood again for the last time..
Was showed the turn in return shall move on came the command
I shall with the obligation was all I had in me and all I would..
The I was left with all the I had and it was not the I but yet the I..
Shall rest and rest was the word with the command loud
Am not what I am thought the I came the verdict from the stars
The stars kept a watch on the I and so would the I be ordained with the I…
Everything went like a fairytale, fro for a swing
The ogre rose to the occasion and told the princess the felt
The thy was not but her from the fresh heat, yet in her lost thoughts,
Thy feeling were thrown in the tides to the shore it never wished
The wishes rested in the peace within calmness of rush
But for long the spurt of deemed feeling went for a blaze
The suckering of the cold blaze was so torment and the burns were alive
Yet the walk over the autumn leave left with the crackles of the dried life.
And the wait of resentment was due from within
Suddenly the fresh breeze from the sea of Aladdin the trick
The ogre knew it’s now or never ever and ran ran ran
The strength of witching came from all the weakness of true lies,
The winters were barging in so was the insanity..
The coercion of letting it go was so fierce that the feelings boozed
The elasticity of the rubber was so hard on the stairs to heaven,
Pushing it hard over the might drive and oozing insanity…
The earnest thought of desires was all of the I.
The I said all that it had no thinking of looking back ever…
But the destiny had its one calmness under the sheet
The wait for the spring was all parched but yet heavenly..
The solitude of the ogre were settled down and thrown in the affluence..
Opulence of the feeling were all spread but felt its all weaved,
The thread took u place not imagined from the darkness of the rooms to
The opulence of the were miser in the self of the self and the I
Wasn’t the mere share of the feelings parched in it might not have
Or may be the I was cursed for the reason unknown…
Tracks kept on changing but the I shall have juggled in much better way..
The valley of flowers changed with the season had the smell of fragrance still realms..
Thy I was always the same insane chasing the fragrance of thy..
The ever lasting desire of the amity, reliance, chuck and onset of belongings,,
Didn’t knew any difference towards being sundry none was knew by the thy or the I…
The claims all thy’s I made was reluctantly boxed in the for selfishness…
The claims soon turned in to blames and sheer apathy towards the claim was humane..?
The distant feeling from the affinity of acquaintance was also marked vehemently
Much profound were the desires of balance in between likes and dislikes..
The thought being reckoned as coercion and acts were of the imp all had shades..
The shades which were the I’s person for the congeniality were framed and caged..
I’s remorse was to try hard and loathed the world why ??
The oscillation among the likes and dislikes showed the I the poles..
Wasn’t the mere desire of I asking him to be what he was not..
When the I’s thy felt life was not life when with thy from the inception..
The soul dreads it self was it the as thy or was it not..
The I felt chased fumbled rose and fumbled to every it every time
But the destiny had changed the routes and in the gloomy darkness..
The bare of the thy’s I lost the sight and fright
The blown had its own reason unknown till date where acts of thy was proved..
Obligation for the share of the bounty. was showed how small were the I’s acts..
The acts of closeness results in the fury of the drift,, slowly but yet it did
The blames were all mine none was all I was to be in to ..
But yet the acts of love turned in to raid of esteem, so mundane
The pride of the bond was it gone, the name was not named even once with no reasons
usual the reality of the profound dissimilarity negated the own facts..’
Crumpled all the acts of isolation and stood again for the last time..
Was showed the turn in return shall move on came the command
I shall with the obligation was all I had in me and all I would..
The I was left with all the I had and it was not the I but yet the I..
Shall rest and rest was the word with the command loud
Am not what I am thought the I came the verdict from the stars
The stars kept a watch on the I and so would the I be ordained with the I…
Sunday, April 12, 2009
the lost essence and the likes
“Moving outside the tangle of fear-thinking living in silence.
The daze of gratitude for the self’s company.. Was a huge solicit..
Banters dying up within the sprouting seeds, passion darkens
The falling lines, the dead words, the lost essence…
The quest and quench altered, the words were proper but were binary
The desires of mental distraction from …, the silenced emotion.
The battles for the likes over the.., was the chase fought for, the others floored
Sensed the sense of not being insane while being true … but the other self..
Moments, times, matters, memories, efforts, left in a chomp
Abundance of familiarity and the acquaintance took over the far of reality..
Lurching in the truth was it ever their, may be too bleak.
The chase, the crawl, the screams, were not cared for nor seen nor heeded
The trance in the inevitable truth of the feeling was not…
The wrath in the words, acceptance of perception by the others..
The words supporting the venom, the assault was set, the familiarity took over..
The essence of the travels to tides, to rides, were missed,
But the likes and burgeoning tangle of the lost self of self’s thy..
The anguish stupor was their whenever the patch appeared..
Eyes thought darkened sparked and showed the two way out..
The other way seemed bundled with more joy, youth, charm, heed,
But was brought inevitably and might yet ignored.
So were the blows of the tides, shaking the backyard..
The leaf’s fell and were blown as the thoughts were dissolving,
Gardener used brush to paint it green, but the touch of life was pale..
Affluent clocks of acquaintance, had given a way within..
The other preferred to stand rock and never showed a way in and out.
The only magician new its way and was allowed in, true but yet faint.
Taking the passage to be rough, with difference of congeniality,
Alas something or everything common comes up..
The presence becomes absence, the claims turned to blames..
The words dried up but kept flowing steadily with familiarity the like..
The preferences turned as did the options turned up the matches were done.
The tree wasn’t showered was left over, for one with familiar traits and words,
Shedding the leaves standing tall it said the branches spread across..
For none but the one the blowing wind had brought the change
Yet the flying leaves fall and wish those words shall not come from the like for any two.
The daze of gratitude for the self’s company.. Was a huge solicit..
Banters dying up within the sprouting seeds, passion darkens
The falling lines, the dead words, the lost essence…
The quest and quench altered, the words were proper but were binary
The desires of mental distraction from …, the silenced emotion.
The battles for the likes over the.., was the chase fought for, the others floored
Sensed the sense of not being insane while being true … but the other self..
Moments, times, matters, memories, efforts, left in a chomp
Abundance of familiarity and the acquaintance took over the far of reality..
Lurching in the truth was it ever their, may be too bleak.
The chase, the crawl, the screams, were not cared for nor seen nor heeded
The trance in the inevitable truth of the feeling was not…
The wrath in the words, acceptance of perception by the others..
The words supporting the venom, the assault was set, the familiarity took over..
The essence of the travels to tides, to rides, were missed,
But the likes and burgeoning tangle of the lost self of self’s thy..
The anguish stupor was their whenever the patch appeared..
Eyes thought darkened sparked and showed the two way out..
The other way seemed bundled with more joy, youth, charm, heed,
But was brought inevitably and might yet ignored.
So were the blows of the tides, shaking the backyard..
The leaf’s fell and were blown as the thoughts were dissolving,
Gardener used brush to paint it green, but the touch of life was pale..
Affluent clocks of acquaintance, had given a way within..
The other preferred to stand rock and never showed a way in and out.
The only magician new its way and was allowed in, true but yet faint.
Taking the passage to be rough, with difference of congeniality,
Alas something or everything common comes up..
The presence becomes absence, the claims turned to blames..
The words dried up but kept flowing steadily with familiarity the like..
The preferences turned as did the options turned up the matches were done.
The tree wasn’t showered was left over, for one with familiar traits and words,
Shedding the leaves standing tall it said the branches spread across..
For none but the one the blowing wind had brought the change
Yet the flying leaves fall and wish those words shall not come from the like for any two.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
the way out..
If music be the food of love, words be the spice, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, yet not the desire and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
The dance on the floor the tunes falling over the ears,
The legs making moves the hands finding their thoughts,
The night sang to it so did it went so it did,
The silence of the long days, shouted on the night
Traveling across the longest itinerary to the one of our adobe..
Lost the way simply, as was lost with the company..
The distance never seemed so far so close was it,
Given the whole of the all was all their..
Oh, it came over my ear like the sweet sound
Essence of mere a physical presence but not the mental
I choosed to bring it up but was poped down..
Such pious were beliefs but not the words
that breathe upon a bank of violets, with the broken strings.
Stealing and giving odour! Were all set to vanish
Close but yet far running, flying, traveled to destination..
Exploring the abundance of familiarity, in and out, day and night
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, yet not the desire and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
The dance on the floor the tunes falling over the ears,
The legs making moves the hands finding their thoughts,
The night sang to it so did it went so it did,
The silence of the long days, shouted on the night
Traveling across the longest itinerary to the one of our adobe..
Lost the way simply, as was lost with the company..
The distance never seemed so far so close was it,
Given the whole of the all was all their..
Oh, it came over my ear like the sweet sound
Essence of mere a physical presence but not the mental
I choosed to bring it up but was poped down..
Such pious were beliefs but not the words
that breathe upon a bank of violets, with the broken strings.
Stealing and giving odour! Were all set to vanish
Close but yet far running, flying, traveled to destination..
Exploring the abundance of familiarity, in and out, day and night
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
The drift in the feeling is mysterious as if it was like an albatross…
The panic was as if I borrowed something someone somehow for so little..
Isn’t it true the only thing that rules is when you have little option..
And then u transpire to be the invincible king of planet
Swiftly yes abruptly the world take a turn and it’s natural…
But what was the virtue of the only one
Nothing may be the wits had dies up some where
May be distance grew and capture was not done rather permitted
The lost bounty was not a surprise but yet is was brutal
And the homogeneity rules across the lines we drew centuries before…
And the fury of the lines is still alive it changes things, people, and feelings and…
No matter how and where the things are were supposed to be but yes it does
The last draw was not drawn, nor the gunpowder used, nor was the sword glinting..
But yet yet the fury came in the silent walk in the valley of ….
And the persecutor was appraised and awarded strange but yes it was none the less
The prize of being price less was thrown in the abundance of acquaintance
The claims turned in to blames, the flowers had dried not the words...
had it in it what it didn’t, that the feeling came out not for one, the same but for two...
May I have to learn and learn and to accept it as it had turned out...
From words changing it’s tune to face changing, from priorities to likes to...
the hidden treasure of the longing feeling, Hidden deep within was…
As if washed as if drained and merely was waiting to come up something true
And it did for once and was flown but yet blown in a subtle way
Kept on running on the ground nothing but to find it as if was disappearing each time
I fall down to nothing else but my own, still running chasing wanting fighting…
Yet to become the one I was not the one, was I living it to an honest testimony to self
I know I was but can’t be the same stir for many though the likes fall in…
Fall is the one never felt, same said the same for none but yes except thy! And till…………..
The panic was as if I borrowed something someone somehow for so little..
Isn’t it true the only thing that rules is when you have little option..
And then u transpire to be the invincible king of planet
Swiftly yes abruptly the world take a turn and it’s natural…
But what was the virtue of the only one
Nothing may be the wits had dies up some where
May be distance grew and capture was not done rather permitted
The lost bounty was not a surprise but yet is was brutal
And the homogeneity rules across the lines we drew centuries before…
And the fury of the lines is still alive it changes things, people, and feelings and…
No matter how and where the things are were supposed to be but yes it does
The last draw was not drawn, nor the gunpowder used, nor was the sword glinting..
But yet yet the fury came in the silent walk in the valley of ….
And the persecutor was appraised and awarded strange but yes it was none the less
The prize of being price less was thrown in the abundance of acquaintance
The claims turned in to blames, the flowers had dried not the words...
had it in it what it didn’t, that the feeling came out not for one, the same but for two...
May I have to learn and learn and to accept it as it had turned out...
From words changing it’s tune to face changing, from priorities to likes to...
the hidden treasure of the longing feeling, Hidden deep within was…
As if washed as if drained and merely was waiting to come up something true
And it did for once and was flown but yet blown in a subtle way
Kept on running on the ground nothing but to find it as if was disappearing each time
I fall down to nothing else but my own, still running chasing wanting fighting…
Yet to become the one I was not the one, was I living it to an honest testimony to self
I know I was but can’t be the same stir for many though the likes fall in…
Fall is the one never felt, same said the same for none but yes except thy! And till…………..
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
the fall
The drift in the feeling is mysterious as if it was like an albatross…
The panic was as if I borrowed something someone somehow for so little..
Isn’t it true the only thins that rules is when you have little option..
And then u transpire to be the invincible king of planet
Swiftly yes abruptly the world take a turn and it’s natural…
But what was the virtue of the only one
Nothing may be the wits had dies up some where
May be distance grew and capture was done rather permitted
The lost bounty was not a surprise but yet is was brutal
And the homogeneity rules across the lines we drew centuries before…
And the fury of the lines is still alive it changes things, people, and feelings and…
No matter how and where the things are were supposed to be but yes it does
The last draw was not drawn nor was the gunpowder used, nor was the sparkle of the sword..
But yet yet the fury came in the silent walk in the valley of ….
And the persecutor was appraised and awarded strange but yes it was none the less
The prize of being price less was thrown in the abundance of acquaintance
The claims turned in to blames the flowers had dried not the words...
What had it in it what is didn’t that feeling came out not for once for the same for two...
May I have to learn and learn and to accept it as it had turned out...
From words changing it tune from face changing it expression from priorities to likes to...
Hidden deep within was the hidden treasure of the longing feeling
As if washed as if drained and merely was waiting to come up something true
And it did for once and was flown but yet blown in the own subtle way
Kept on running on the ground nothing but to find it as if was disappearing each time
And still running chasing wanting fighting and I fall down to nothing else but my own
Yet to become the one I was not the one was I living it to an honest testimony to self
I know I was but their can’t be the same feeling for many though the likes fall in
But what fails to the fall is the one never felt the same and said the same for the none but yes except thy!!! And still…………..
The panic was as if I borrowed something someone somehow for so little..
Isn’t it true the only thins that rules is when you have little option..
And then u transpire to be the invincible king of planet
Swiftly yes abruptly the world take a turn and it’s natural…
But what was the virtue of the only one
Nothing may be the wits had dies up some where
May be distance grew and capture was done rather permitted
The lost bounty was not a surprise but yet is was brutal
And the homogeneity rules across the lines we drew centuries before…
And the fury of the lines is still alive it changes things, people, and feelings and…
No matter how and where the things are were supposed to be but yes it does
The last draw was not drawn nor was the gunpowder used, nor was the sparkle of the sword..
But yet yet the fury came in the silent walk in the valley of ….
And the persecutor was appraised and awarded strange but yes it was none the less
The prize of being price less was thrown in the abundance of acquaintance
The claims turned in to blames the flowers had dried not the words...
What had it in it what is didn’t that feeling came out not for once for the same for two...
May I have to learn and learn and to accept it as it had turned out...
From words changing it tune from face changing it expression from priorities to likes to...
Hidden deep within was the hidden treasure of the longing feeling
As if washed as if drained and merely was waiting to come up something true
And it did for once and was flown but yet blown in the own subtle way
Kept on running on the ground nothing but to find it as if was disappearing each time
And still running chasing wanting fighting and I fall down to nothing else but my own
Yet to become the one I was not the one was I living it to an honest testimony to self
I know I was but their can’t be the same feeling for many though the likes fall in
But what fails to the fall is the one never felt the same and said the same for the none but yes except thy!!! And still…………..
Thursday, March 19, 2009
D Drift of non homogenity...
the lines of slipup were so profoundly discernible,
the words of wisdom were never mine,
Feeling were all strewn and so were the onus,
but the gesture of the facts were always surmising,
now as the days were quite long and parched in the heat,
the turbulence of the felt feeling, unfelt feelings were toned apart,
music lost its beat and so were line meaningful lost its sole essence,
now the words are tearing apart the most fetched sole…
where it was how it was and when was it..
the answer seemed lost in the queries of the seeked explanations,
where were the moments of the lost memories,
The words of promise meant silently the acts done absently,
Yes the dirth of the vehemence in the act caused its death,
But wasn’t it too feeble when the soles used to talk..
Or was it merely the lips doing the talk and teethes tottering.
No is the answer I get but the sudden spurt of disgust- kills
Flying over the memories of the lines, drawn over the skies.
To the distance marked on the miles..
The separation always seemed so shuttle nothing came in,
The sheer absence of air and the persona was awesomely felt.
The lines of slipup were so profoundly discernible,
The words of wisdom were never mine,
Feeling were all strewn and so were the onus,
But the gesture of the facts were always surmising
The tunes if running shoes to see the moon, sprinted always..
The calmness of the vibrant feeling, the rainbow of the shades,
Walks in the darkness to the moonlight
Showed the world has more then it could have given you,
Felt like the days were going on and the feeling unsettled.
The calmed stagnation had its own fun all through
Moving in the felt pressure of the belongingness and the nest of onus..
Kept moving under the shadow of serenity what was it a desire?
The smiles with the flick of petals the depth in the curves of eyes..
Takes you to the valley of rapture, every night had it own untold story,
Making it more and more the strongest bond never seen but yet was felt..
The movement of the breaths in the lungs never missed the clout of face..
The moments of closeness were always marked with a new birth new dawn..
The new days and nights were tremendously felt within,
Always forced to perceive the next encounter of the heaven- But when?
Oh the feelings were parted but yet concluded..
The lines of slipup were so profoundly discernible,
The words of wisdom were never mine,
Feeling were all strewn and so were the onus,
But the gesture of the facts were always surmising
was never like an accord but just a zen in peace of the long safari..
traveling in the ups and down were like awesome..
the brutal fact of the non existence were never folded..
aah long were night so short were the days beyond the celestial..
traveling all with the heavenly spirit was never ever easy..
dreams u know never breath, but it was all alive and profound.
The folded fury of fun spurted was unfelt as was in abundance..
Tried to grasp it with the hands which had holes in them..
The little moments were never longs lasting but the feeling lasted in its castle..
Going on every night and coming out with a shining smile of the sun was awesome..
Forget not the breaths which were sprinting down the last encounter..
Oh heaven some times lasted a bit longer then it should..
Resting in the valley innumerable memories of the forecasted fact..
It never died never shall it demean nor shall it be mortal,
Lost it I choose not see it as it’s what life means for the every flowering bud..
Living the lived every moment again no always… rests in the peace of love..
the words of wisdom were never mine,
Feeling were all strewn and so were the onus,
but the gesture of the facts were always surmising,
now as the days were quite long and parched in the heat,
the turbulence of the felt feeling, unfelt feelings were toned apart,
music lost its beat and so were line meaningful lost its sole essence,
now the words are tearing apart the most fetched sole…
where it was how it was and when was it..
the answer seemed lost in the queries of the seeked explanations,
where were the moments of the lost memories,
The words of promise meant silently the acts done absently,
Yes the dirth of the vehemence in the act caused its death,
But wasn’t it too feeble when the soles used to talk..
Or was it merely the lips doing the talk and teethes tottering.
No is the answer I get but the sudden spurt of disgust- kills
Flying over the memories of the lines, drawn over the skies.
To the distance marked on the miles..
The separation always seemed so shuttle nothing came in,
The sheer absence of air and the persona was awesomely felt.
The lines of slipup were so profoundly discernible,
The words of wisdom were never mine,
Feeling were all strewn and so were the onus,
But the gesture of the facts were always surmising
The tunes if running shoes to see the moon, sprinted always..
The calmness of the vibrant feeling, the rainbow of the shades,
Walks in the darkness to the moonlight
Showed the world has more then it could have given you,
Felt like the days were going on and the feeling unsettled.
The calmed stagnation had its own fun all through
Moving in the felt pressure of the belongingness and the nest of onus..
Kept moving under the shadow of serenity what was it a desire?
The smiles with the flick of petals the depth in the curves of eyes..
Takes you to the valley of rapture, every night had it own untold story,
Making it more and more the strongest bond never seen but yet was felt..
The movement of the breaths in the lungs never missed the clout of face..
The moments of closeness were always marked with a new birth new dawn..
The new days and nights were tremendously felt within,
Always forced to perceive the next encounter of the heaven- But when?
Oh the feelings were parted but yet concluded..
The lines of slipup were so profoundly discernible,
The words of wisdom were never mine,
Feeling were all strewn and so were the onus,
But the gesture of the facts were always surmising
was never like an accord but just a zen in peace of the long safari..
traveling in the ups and down were like awesome..
the brutal fact of the non existence were never folded..
aah long were night so short were the days beyond the celestial..
traveling all with the heavenly spirit was never ever easy..
dreams u know never breath, but it was all alive and profound.
The folded fury of fun spurted was unfelt as was in abundance..
Tried to grasp it with the hands which had holes in them..
The little moments were never longs lasting but the feeling lasted in its castle..
Going on every night and coming out with a shining smile of the sun was awesome..
Forget not the breaths which were sprinting down the last encounter..
Oh heaven some times lasted a bit longer then it should..
Resting in the valley innumerable memories of the forecasted fact..
It never died never shall it demean nor shall it be mortal,
Lost it I choose not see it as it’s what life means for the every flowering bud..
Living the lived every moment again no always… rests in the peace of love..
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