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

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 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

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…