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 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…………..

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..