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..
