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

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

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..

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.

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

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.

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

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….

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

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

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