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

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