swirling rest

The self and the rest of the best that swirls around my world at times and on other they just ties up. Rarely in the very next moment I tend to see how much affinity i used to have in a longer run for some acquaintance or for none? In the most inner self of my ruckus till date that have left me unsettled till now is not for one or the some to blame for the nor the devil neither the deity. But yet once you take a closer rule in to the reflection of the whole spectrum what you see and realise is leave for left is some part of yourself.
In the exile of the thought where you might once forget some of the most memorable moments but you simply won’t forget the one the very one when shared something so close as touching skin. Where the skin perspired together living in the winds died there own death as no gale came for them. What I have realised that such a moments of close proximity leaves you in a lurch. People die fast young and old but moments are awake till the blood rushes in to your head.
Being for the first flower you saw blooming, the smell of wet soil, and the cuckoo of the birds, the first train journey, and the drop of coin as pocket money, the first bike ride, and the first time you kissed someone and the first time you lived in the confidence of the else. Like as boyzone sings “it’s only words and words are all I have “a promise unkempt is like a many such moments brazenly alive. We don’t mind where its mind in to it only, the rest is questioned too and thrown in the mud to settles down under the scorching heat for some more layers. As they remain unturned they form their own history of existence and death.
It mere human nature like the dogs tale like the swinging branch like the rising tides like the snowfall, like the money swirling from trees to trees like the waves dancing over each other next to none but the self or other self of the one
Complex isn’t it this is how I perceive it may be just a brood. Next for the lost innocence in the exile from those acquaintances as the world calls may be too less to be talked about or even mere for profusion. I seek a staring in the eyes to seek the truth that how I have turned is not what I feel I shall have liked to. Mostly the breeding disconnect with the connected and less is dying apart for less or more I am like an alien over the greenery where some flowers bloom but only to be washed by the pouring rain drops. Much more the affinity that was visible is getting blurred with a few more connected in the longest short distance I have travelled over the sparkles on the eve of lights on a couple of years. Yet the stand reaffirms the fall over proximity of just being alike a loss again, a triumph I guess I shall breath under the castle for the overgrown gust. To be penned yet further….

Not unfelt

When I think, I think I shall not because it takes too much of effort and breaths to make nonsense sensible or vice versa. Profusion aren’t merely a reflection of what I am in to and going all through in the middle of the day sometimes I roll from the hill and find the wind pushing me uphill. Tussling amongst the push and the pull the fear of the fall or the ball is not there rather I feel obscure of the fall.
At moments I feel ashamed of the inert panic on account what and who ever it shall not have an induction effect on some of the most proud gems I have on the paths of pebbles. The sparkle of which had made the path glowed
The choice which I make is not a choice I had meant but more than that. Giving away something does not mean I didn’t wished own but yes the preoccupation is something that I shall have not been entangled so much so that it could have been stagnant as it is being shown over here.

I feel I shall tell this straight, all along I was leading you on me, using you, keeping you waiting for something that wasn’t there in full not any time juggling between the now and the then, letting you get your hopes up for me as long as I wished I would be there but guess was still crawling and in the short span of time just brought grief and none. Figuring out the rest in all of the best just for the short term guest I felt and yet am feeling unrest.
During the small strides I have leaped across the roads and all the places inside out for but may be I feel at times yes I too feeble to make a choice for myself once and all, running away isnt what I have always done but even moving along with it is like running on sand the faster you want to turn it off the more you sunk in to it.
Seems a long way to go from here as well but all in one go I don’t feel to induct numbness nor do it do which I don’t but to hang it on over the cliff I would choose the full swing once again and oscillate till I till I …

“I love you. It's not a weight you must carry around. I love you. It's not a box that holds you in. I love you. It's not a standard you have to bear. I love you. It's not a sacrifice I make. I love you. It's not a pedestal you are frozen upon. I love you. It's not an expectation of perfection. I love you. It's not my life's whole purpose (or your's). I love you. It's not to make you change. I love you. It's not even to make you love me. I love you. It's as pure and simple as that.” Not mine but read something like somewhere just came in to mind like many other things …. Till now…

Some ice, dusk and dawn

The limits of the unlimited vagueness in the empty vessels of time that i feel make me numb. Looks like they all are more than a few facts which we tend to reckon on for the fib and feast of life. The more which i tend to figure out of the less I have lived in and the more I have desired out of it
Running away from I in me, I feel am I looking in for something new, or it’s just the old me in I that is coming up again posting a masquerade. Mesmerizing at how far I have come for the rest of the things was merely a moment of transition. How deeply I was engrossed in the overwhelmed moments and where was i lost under the profusion of the due.

Largely I quest for the depth of shallowness of the moments that graved the once lived and left. It meant a lot all through, as meant as worlds façades. How many times I have played the snake and ladder the moment I felt assured am just rolled down to the gushing water for a splash of verve.

But yet the zeal inside doesn’t allow me to settle down under the marine along with the mermaids of the shallowness. Else would like to drove my wings along with the ducks dancing on the waves, no matter how many times I shall be doused. But yet today I feel I don’t care anymore for something deep inside me have enslaved to exist and don’t know what is it..

Till then however the winds wish to fly me off to various horizons of life and show me some ice, grass, rainbow, some down pours dusk and dawn .. I shall be the I

Dark Calmness

Closed my eyes as they were rove ring around
Clasping the lids together to shun it under the calm darkness

The radiance under those lashes were still flowing
As if the droll was not thwarted with the lids..

Flamboyant, Allured, stagnant, stuck, shocked
A mere transfusion of transparency those fling in them

A reflect of the affect over the dearth of the presence
Was it merely an unseen veracity of the absent presence

A reason to cheer for a season to dance to, a day to celebrate
Today why under the sun and moon no rays fall on me..

It is not afar the closed lids unseen, yet there
Understanding the void, living the unlived, believed the belief

No matter how many times they speak from away.
Unseen was me yet judged and affirmed to the task at hay

Seemed all right for the flight to the kinder land..
With non ambiguous flows of words forming a stream

Yet I lost the boost down the stream was rowing till now..
Seems the clutches were not strong the new stream allured enough

Pushed ajar, flourishing in the possessed possessiveness
To the day I say and dance as its still closed in the dark calmness..

Short Acquaintance

Naissance naive obscure acquaintance short yet deep as in the depths,
Frilled with small moments, closed knitted with less slow encounters,
Fudged with sweet fights, drilled with long conversation,
Care and passion bridged, fall and rise of desire.
Anomalies of ambiguity, sublime talks over and on...
Blunt and blatant drift, shut and closed calculation of preposition.
Lost meaning of words, sheer cuts left of denial of drift
Grooming differences over naive prepositions....
Losing the flying kite, for the new flight.
knowness to no ness as mere acquaintance.
A thought less thought a fall unseen a reason not sought.
An option not explored mere a loss.
Better to fly far then swing back better be lost then swirling the rope,
With a hope to be clinched but castrated
As the castle turned in to hay, left was a mortuary of words.
Where once i lived by then late on i died by them..

जब मैं छोटा था, शायद शामे बहुत लम्बी हुआ करती थी.
मैं हाथ में पतंग की डोर पकडे, घंटो उडा करता था, वो लम्बी"साइकिल रेस",
वो बचपन के खेल, वो हर शाम थक के चूर हो जाना,
अब शाम नहीं होती, दिन ढलता है और सीधे रात हो जाती है.शायद वक्त सिमट रहा है..

जब मैं छोटा था, शायद दोस्ती बहुत गहरी हुआ करती थी,दिन भर वो हुज़ोम बनाकर खेलना, वो दोस्तों के घर का खाना, वोलड़कियों कीबातें, वो साथ रोना, अब भी मेरे कई दोस्त हैं,पर दोस्ती जाने कहाँ है, जब भी "ट्रेफिक सिग्नल" पे मिलते हैं"हाई" करतेहैं, और अपने अपने रास्ते चल देते हैं,होली, दिवाली, जन्मदिन , नए साल पर बस SMS आ जाते हैं शायद अब रिश्ते बदल रहें हैं..

जब मैं छोटा था, तब खेल भी अजीब हुआ करते थे,छुपन छुपाई, लंगडी टांग, पोषम पा, कट थे केक, टिप्पी टीपी टापअब इन्टरनेट, ऑफिस, हिल्म्स, से फुर्सत ही नहीं मिलती..

शायद ज़िन्दगी बदल रही है.जिंदगी का सबसे बड़ा सच यही है.. जो अक्सर कबरिस्तान के बाहरबोर्ड परलिखा होता है."मंजिल तो यही थी, बस जिंदगी गुज़र गयी मेरी यहाँ आते आते" जिंदगी का लम्हा बहुत छोटा सा है.कल की कोई बुनियाद नहीं हैऔर आने वाला कल सिर्फ सपने मैं ही हैं.अब बच गए इस पल मैं..तमन्नाओ से भरे इस जिंदगी मैं हम सिर्फ भाग रहे हैं..

इस जिंदगी को जियो न की काटो

A dream

I wonder, while I profound within and out in the domains of the thought I live and think. I have always had this quest from deep within which provokes that attitude matters a lot. Even though an individual differ from each other and the degree isn’t merely associated with the zenith of attained success in ones life. Appearances build are mere physical anatomy that preserves the outer differences which even some psychologist agree to.

Contrary to this I feel is that the traits shown in personality or character are a reflection of how we carry ourselves. And these are largely influenced by the experiences and the domain in which strive. Further more its basically how we build ourselves and break down to those moments which are inevitable or overwhelming. Believing in disbeliefs are quite obnoxious but this primarily deviant in nature which induces dream. A dream, within all of us, for which we all live.

Wondering whether an establishment in life is mere an indication of the personality. I doubt and refute to believe there are occasions where factors other than our belief academics. Culture, religion, region and other stratification have there own major roles to play, but these to minuscule though cannot be negated. The transfusion from communal to secular, anarchy to democracy, feudal to neo feudal the state as whole is adopting and transforming. But when we trickle down and look at the people we are stagnant and doen not move which is quite evident. Qualms on grounds of regions, religion, homogeneity, caste creed are deeply rooted within even the academically excellent people who term them selves progressive are rotting with such a feel. In a cocoon of self we have restricted ourselves too opulent with selfish thought to be permeable to any extent. I feel yet today we strive in the primitive era of the humanity where bonhomie is a mirage and an essence of sharing is a trance. I is important but we shall never do away with the fact as for every I we have a you and that’s the basic premise of the life. I am short of this flowing fluid to but this stagnation of alienating attitude isn’t what I desire for but yet I drop this running fluid here with a stop of feel to see the vary…

Live :--life...

The moment you realise it’s high time to live or die for something and anything its then you realise you are left with nothing. Sadly it’s everything for one and all who does not foresee its conclusion its mere your own exclusion. The agony of your life turns out to be mere inflation in the political career, TRP of some media channels or just the opportunity for growth in the personal life and opulence of some unseen benevolence.

I happened to see a few such facets in the recent film “Pepali” as some where it was said in the movie it’s mere about the profession or the conclusion of the story how hot it is. Yeah how sizzling it is to gain eminence when you have announced to die where as people make their livelihood out of it. I profound is it mere about the others stake out some else take on his life, is it the how we see our country men lives.
Is it with how we respond or is it how we serve or is how we have become when we perceive when we look at it and when we respond to it, mere helplessly at hands of media. The way someone who lives close to the issue also dies with it once he realises it is what he want out of it.
How was the life of him then and before and where have we ushered it in to, who cares was a matter of discussion or where and when we get moments to sit somewhere with some candles in our arms, some posters’ marking our protest of mere some empathy to it.

How bleak and subtle life has turned in to when we just relate things in some momentary jiffies of gratification while the others are living the unimagined and unlived life which we can’t even foresee in our rouse dreams. I hope we rise to such rouse issues and live it as the lived and yeah conclude it the way it shall be for them not as we want to….

Happy Independence Day !!!

How true it is. We fight we criticise we stipulate each other over the political lines dividing us for the congenital reality and sadly even the most literate ones who pen down theories of sociological change but they hardly vary themselves. Yet we brawl over the identity which is not our variety but mere a veracity of the verve.

I just quest in my mind when would we grow up along with the years, when would we don’t see each others life as their background where they come from and learn to embrace the people if not the difference..

It’s high time when we need to acknowledge the divergence and accept it and do away with the disparity amongst us. The stereotype and bigotry shall be swabbed and feel at home if not at home.

At time I feel we shall be free over the feelings of hatred, stereotypes, and prejudices and then we shall be free because even more than fifty years of freedom haven’t allowed us to be free in our concise.

Lets allow our self to be liberal like the economic liberalisation where we allowed a free movement of good and economies to transfuse in to each others domains, I think we shall now feel and make ourselves permeable and porous and let it conquers us deep within, once we do away with the rigid literate or illiterate thoughts of alienation for our selfish deeds to be fulfilled. Killing a few with the bullets killing a few with denial of sustainable opportunities to strive and grow and alienating a few on grounds of the grounds where they have grown or died.

I desire to respire in such an air before I gasp for my last breath and then I shall say “I died as a free citizen of the nation” And yet I feel I shall say “ a Happy Independence Day to all of you” with a hope ………..

“Get Out”

Judgments made in hay, are not only swift but furious as well for me and as well the in and out me. It is not always a hug or push nor acquaintances or be keen on. Sometimes there are aspects which i tend to overlook while I utter something and think something. But mostly all of them are ignored and the space is crunched deep within though sublime.

May be all of us tend to be sturdy for others and yet the Achilles' heel stand tall to the figure. But when I myself I have been like this in most of the times and I don’t regret. May be I spurt too much and it crosses all and flies over the valley of abstract as tall and strong puting each other to a match.

All throughout that I have known it was the best yet the worst was coming all along. And yet I believe I shall not change a bit for the lost of the loss which isn’t “Martian” but well within me. Here also I forget to forgive and would yet like to forget, seems an ongoing moment for a long time till now. Seems would not fly with the ashes or flow with the streams. It’s waiting for the outburst like the eruption of the volcano and magus floating in to me screaming “Get Out”.

Late of soon I can conclude I shall fasten it as it shakes me from deep within and also forms bar engulfing me in to. When it walks steadily but slowly I feel it’s haunting. Yet I know I shall keep walking from here but to where!!

It’s taking a lot from me and I yet I keep it posted as I know the lamp above this is still burning and I still breathing.

new and old

Feelings were never so obscure and ambiguous
Aren’t pragmatic but yet nice to feel
When and why do we tend to look for a preposition?
Some are the old ones whereas some naives new attractions

Tending to shuffle from the best to the rest the just of the frame that feeling frame
Shuffling in and out of the crust scattered all across
Deep within the fury of the desire keeps pushing it up

Riding over the Low and high tides
When fog shows something only what I choose to see
flow and flown were mere the exemplification how far w go
gull had its own way but the desire flows some where else

the preposition that makes me go insane was I to lame
to stick with the old stick where ever I moved
Unlike the rest where the feeling just resides calmly as if in deep sleep
Revolving around the stick badly stuck

End is all I feel and it’s just along with me
It’s all I have its all I own it’s all I respect its all I clinch to
Silently buried deep in the inner self I walk in and out
Walking as fresh as the old feeling walks with the new

Frill

The longest drill in the frill all over
The air amongst the hairs
Though cool but yet as warm as the sparks
Goes off as soon as it comes

Seems unlikely freshness touching the fragrance
Though a small feint of the grit owns the grip
Looking the trip over the fumes and perfume
The full lines strength of the welcome

Played to the tunes lost in the moments
The moments which were for the lost
Found and lost or lost and found was just game
Engulfing were just the touch of the gust

Lines touching the shores, but the waves ingesting it all up
The waver couldn’t wash off the fumes of the grins
But fumes was flamed and blamed for the grace
Saw it was just a glare above the rule and prowl

Profusion lost in the own intrusion of the crippling inertia
Nor even did it jumped over the assigned peak
The fumbling feet were always far as if ordered
The hastening seems to have lost affection on name of acquaintance

see thy and i

How did all happened, who was in it? And where it all did happened, some where inside me I was too cramped to get in it
No I wished to get out.

A flawless sparkle of the fire flare-up over the wind taking charred to the oysters. I felt relieved while smouldering in the fury of the words.

As the song goes its only words and words are all I have.. But I had lost the count of the many which had just brushed me ajar as if they were all mine…

Snuggling to the fury of those few words have kept me burning in and out, forget the dawn and dusk, I had lost the count of the breaths fuming the sweltering air in and out..

Seems it’s not hard to see how ardent life becomes over the lives which we live in with and for. But the irony of it the lived in lives for and yet live in for it. Many grave battles fought over the breads and breaths ego, agony, desire, and fury of hatred ending in no end. Where does they end and surface over the rest, is none the rest just the words of the self or thy. This is what I have believed for being in isolation of the solitude of the rest other than the self and thy.

Even in the wildest dreams one is not alone then where do the words flow in from the brook of the solace. We don’t find them ever yet we chase and in this trail many confront. The illusion of thy and I get over and we come to see one domain with the likes. All with different likes and dislikes for the self and their i.

How unreal it is, when we use to see what we don’t and yet we are shown what isn’t. To the agony for the self and thy is surfaces from within but not over the others. Yet the blame of the game falls over the rest and best either on thy or the i. the significant others rules in the war of words as they baffles over and over wandering on the agony. But the anguish isn’t theirs it just the words which turns it in to fury. Frolic and fun for the rest and best in and around just the thy and I turns ugly and rest rules in the battles of words

None is at it over it above it, the way I refute to listen to the self it mere a pity on me. Its not how I deal with it but more how believe in it the farther I move the closer I get to the fury and words don’t end they keep pouring in like the blinding rain. Blurring the vision of the self for thy, I choose the words for i or thy.

I feel the fury within me but don’t vent nor do I believe in some and not in the others but I prefer to see them just them.
Laid down at times fluttered and punted to the crook yet I know even their I would get to see a few more just to see in to them..
And the words for them would be just what I see just what I see. I hope in the end the spirit tend to see and just see even for thy…

swig

Woke up to the power cuts
Snuggling in the closed eyes
I see a dream some not of the film
Just real as the realms of the verve

Found myself collapsing within me
While trying to stretch out to out
The more I did the more I bolt my eyes
The breath rising higher and higher

A rush to rush somewhere over the lazy legs
Night noon till the afternoon
Losing the vista of the moon
Waking to the sun bloom

Waking in scorching heat and red
Listening to the crashing music
Danced to tunes of the words
Played and mustered like a puppet

Rolled and flipped over the shade
The blade of the glade of new embrace
Followed the grim of the old gate
Left ajar, for it to shut and close on it own

It swig from the depths to the shallowness
Forced yet not framed yet folded
Casted yet craved for the chase of laze
None but just the charm does fade and shall not

Fudged

Fudged to the limits of the insanity,
The passive feeling of disassociated union
Some lies down over the sack of the chums
Some gush over them negating it even for the cuddle

Clouds running over the head,
The eyes hounding them till then run
Clamped to the tunes of the fumes in loom
Thrown in the silent valley of roaring words

Clutched in to the hue of the shadow
Listening to the dreaded words not for one
I choose to lose not me but the faith in the wait
Lost to the profanity of the vicinity far was me

Clairvoyant you to the task I never saw the mask
Flared by the flow of the glow I was murk
The spark was their but sanity washed it
The silence of the washed colours were not me……

Dreams silently trusting them

Living the life unlike it in the last couple of years was on slower lane inside but the fast changes around left me perplexed and bewildered. As the dreams are silent in the silence of sleep and so it dies out silently. Questioned the every question around that never seemed to have an answer to them!
For once I was the one lost in the ghost of the moments I left and lived within and with it. And when the going gets on it does goes on lame as an excuse. But isn’t like it I had lived in the fury of it some time and the other, pushed in to it or as they call the gravity sucks. Explored the grave deep inscribed lines I never tossed up to find the off beam.
I lost the feel that we all feel the basic of happiness and sadness deceit and the reaction to emotions parched. I loved in the lived space I lived in and was not forcing but trading the expression which weren’t true and I had throne the crown of trust. But failed as it was mere a word and the world outside of it was all blazing in to me flames reached out to teach me.
You need to need not have the trust for once and bending to such a moment had been what I am mortified of and would be forever and ever. Travelling this pebbled marveled road there are many alongside some stay there even when they are not around they bless and are bliss while some con.
It’s fair as u can expect the world to be fair to you even for once for you being fair, it ends and teaches unfairly. The calmness of the storm was always felt and pronounced but fell for the world of words combed around loosing the faith over the scene I was at fault to be holding on to it. The mystery is still to unfold as it left me in scoop of squall. Which isn’t stirring me anymore but it’s there and would be and I believe their a life after this I would ask why and why?
Everything changes in the life the relations the moments but there are a few who just belong and like them are just there. And it induces the self within the lost self reaffirms and make me deem ashamed of the fall and bent. I just ignored the light around in those for just one darkened. But the strings around me, those who had belief in me, come to blows with me and for me, did bring it on and it’s just the self faith I am standing on now and with.Enduring and intoxicated with the trust and life again!!!

eternal exile

Eternal exile of the insane acquaintance from the domain of nowhere!!
Swept of the feet not once but numerous times, yet the dust of the dawn didn’t fade
Laid down over the waves the rest rest but not the peace within
The chuck and lob over the waves left in a wink as a sigh heard it
The gone by the tide flown with breeze as if where to reach a few more
Isn’t the overlaid profusion of the image in the cognizance a fantasy?
The more we drive in the more we travel less and explore mere the glut silently
Ourselves in the us or its mere the I in me not know to me at times or it’s just the i
Lateral growth of feeling towards a tenderness holding on to something for a moment of survival
Isn’t much to ask for but yet for the contentment of the self propositions mere a query in itself?
Down from the lines of oneness to the borders of acquaintance a outdo treat of trait
Wisdom not every one’s cup of tea, gone astray something to which everyone loves to grip
The exuberance of the abundance of the bounty is a sanctified slice of the verve, but yet void
Inside out it’s the anonymous feel of the enormity which just cramps to fit inside the cracks of palms
Strange yet true which we seems to change all through yet it just baffles along the segments
The tangents still remains their not leaving dreading the strangest straight no of the once yes

if u see her

If You See Her, Say Hello
If you see her, say hello, she might be in Tangier
It’s the city ’cross the water, not too far from here
Say for me that I’m all right though things are kind of slow
She might think that I’ve forgotten her, don’t tell her it isn’t so.

We had a falling-out, like lovers sometimes do
But to think of how she left that night, it hurts me through and through
And though our situation pierced me to the bone
I got to find someone to take her place. I don’t like to be alone.

I see a lot of people as I make the rounds
And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town
And I’ve never gotten used to it, I’ve just learned to turn it off
Her eyes were blue, her hair was too, her skin so sweet and soft.

Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past
I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
If she’s passin’ back this way, and I sure hope she don’t
Tell her she can look me up. I’ll either be here or I won’t.

sir....

What should I say,
Since faith is dead,
And truth away
From you is fled?
Should I be led
With doubleness?
Nay, nay, mistress!
I promised you,
And you promised me,
To be as true
As I would be.
But since I see
Your double heart,
Farewell my part!
Though for to take
It is not my mind,
But to forsake
[One so unkind]
And as I find,
So will I trust:
Farewell, unjust!
Can ye say nay?
But you said
That I alway
Should be obeyed?
And thus betrayed
Or that I wiste--
Farewell, unkissed.

in the town

There is a tavern in the town, in the town,
And there my true love sits him down, sits him down,
And drinks his wine 'mid laughter free,
And never, never thinks of me.


Fare thee well, for I must leave thee,
Do not let this parting grieve thee,
And remember that the best of friends must part, must part.
Adieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu, adieu, adieu!
I can no longer stay with you, stay with you,
I'll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree,
And may the world go well with thee.

dip in the drpos of wise ppl

The dips in the drops of the heavenly and eternal tides under those eyelashes,
A self relic of the awesome felt inner self and got a relief for the rest of the moment in the days ahead
Was caged to the moonlight in to the splendor of the new world and I choose
Did I or didn’t I was mere a question of belief, I linger over to and on to
As u don’t and u won’t loose the strings those were attached for once and all
Loose were the threads on many fronts and besieged to be free from the other self
In the inner state of the innate feeling I was not the fragile end but the not even the end
Nothing clinched to it over it for the reason that I long to it for once the know
Nor was I too blind to see the unseen and foresee as the tunes were all tuned in
The share of the bounty of emotions were shared less, then shredded
Indeed a thought of self expressed desires to run and run over the existing one
Overwhelmed by thy act of more yaks and proximity to the naive truth, platonic?
The search of joy the search of congeniality ends, and it ends the dearth of fondness
The need indeed was to let go, the cry to wane, the quest to be invisible to one but not one
The rest in the nest of the words in the forms of change as it was not going to be thorny
The truth of platonic verity was on, the lies of the verity existing, was true to be dead
The claims of the sane and possessive sonnet for the rest ends and yet was aloud
The insanity didn’t saw the truth in the lies, but geared tunes to the wise words of thy
Feeling ashamed of the shifting tides in mine and thy was not enough even for a cry
The fastened belt for flight was not for the appalling miss, but the flaw was all mines
Indeed the search for the research shall have been shuttered with a sheer pace
The shocked eyes kept wide open, but the other were not for the shock, but glued to some other
I see and I feel I read and I misread, I trust and I bedazzled to it for once the congeniality
The lost arrogance of the truth dipped in the coldness of asylum to the charm of first sight
Was not new, the first shifting the rows, for the rest of the tides were all thy and the same
Seemed a loss not a loss but I gained the and grew to the dark circles which held eyes
Thoughts mesmerized under the darkness of the eyelashes, was not fair as the choice uttered
The thickness of the words over the lips were told to be more cozy then the other
The claim changed for the feel to be filled in, quarantined far calls for those of downstairs
The long yaks were all profound and claimed for the claim, to be not good not me
Might be true I regret for it, but for and how I, why is the quest the acceptance of the wisest one
Seeking the unseeded favour of the flavor, the quietness in the heart,
Veil after veil fell in the till there was darkness in the verity, a shore less of darkness
The closeness not yet closed was claimed would have been explored, a regret
The voice was heard, very slow and soft but blunt to tear apart, ragged was I
Sheerly throbbing in the dark, to the darkness of the noon I listened and a reward for insanity
A drive, horde a shame for myself, to me and for my the fun I was turned, all tuned in the words
The moment came and I saw all futility of efforts, I did could have done, nothing happening
Was not humanely possible for the eternal soul I was chasing, I lost mine
Might have erred somewhere in the high tide, or was lost in the lone sole I found
Engraved in me, depth I can’t see, lights blind me sounds deafen, the words make me bleed
And with the oozing red fluid and the grave I see I am alive in the dead moments
The uttered words stabbed me to the day a year old, not so old I still bleed and plead
The edge of blunt knife is yet bright and praise of the obnoxious words is yet alive…

dropped in the eyelashes

The dips in the drops of the heavenly and eternal tides under those eyelashes,
A self relic of the awesome felt inner self and got a relief for the rest of the moments in the days
Was caged in the moonlight, bedazzled in the splendor of the new world and I wish
Did I or didn’t should have known, was mere a question of thoughts I lingered over to and on to
As u don’t and u won’t loose the strings those were attached for once yet
Might be the threads were loose on many fronts and careworn, to free from the other self
In the inner state of the innate compassion I was not the fragile end, but might be just the end
Nothing clasped to it over it for the reason that I longed to it for once the know
But the sudden rise of the acquittal senses and this week thread was being twisted for the panache
Was tossed and turned and chained with vehemence of resemblance which I was not
The deeds were in tunes of the words shared but I felt the heat, the fire kept the match warm