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
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
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...
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