Songs I listen to songs I tune in to, tones me in and out
Not for the moment but in the moments,
I live while I am in to it for one I dance to the tunes
I sip I sleep and I booze while I cut loose,
Effortless and as the crow flies is the fall of words
I climb to reach and feel the company of words there and where
I wonder with the fodder of these words getting in my soul
I choose that I won’t lose over and listen as it fasten
When I drive when I fly when I sleep when I walk
When I shudder when I wake when I fall when talk
Someone and no one as the but I listen all
In the words that frames the days and nights
For the beats that still beats for the moves I still fumble
For the inertia I still desire to chase
For the chase I wish to cling to myself
Most and moist and loud under the music
I groove in for the out and dive in the depths
Sooths and flushes blood in to the adrenaline
So much so that I forget the daily clean
Once I reach I freeze the moment is mum I fume….
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Audacity of an acquaintance
How blissfully disregarded I am to the whole essence for all the part left that is left or was not there at all, in the deepest self of darkness from where I shall always say I am was not being me for the rest of the doom till the day I learnt am being useless acquaintance from the beginning till the mid way and the blissful end of the road.
Moreover now getting used the useful different words on different occasion holding different meaning marks the worth of me in the whole state of affair. Irrespective of the rest where shall I be me? And for the rest who wants to bring in something for me I converse, I interlude, I collide and I just get down on my knees. Just feel if I could really be ever able to explain the unsaid the way I wished it to be, i trust it the way it is as when it was, I see too much of I but if someone ever gives an ear to it would soon realise it its beyond the horizon all I seek is nothing but just one thing and yes I want to be selfish over here for the enchanting smile.
The smile, the whole lot of the cause and effect, is shutting the door only for the fall and the tender flesh beneath it. To make it look like a smile. To which I had always shown some respect, the glue and the stick none in the loss all staying apart
Such a seen truth of the smile, the longed one to be seen with a eyelashes dancing over each other. I had seen the glory of it while being in the depths of the coldness of warmth of the last winter, where I was melting to the coldness of scorching heat.
I rest I rest and again I rest seems frozen to the core of my inner self and not much beyond which I shall say it’s not in my capacity to be what I am not one become someone to allure just out of context to think then why do we even face such encounter where one is skulled to its own pieces of skeletal existence.
Recalling what it is for the said and done I might have been more than acquaintances and a bit more of mere a familiarity with the daily chords of encounters. But largely it beyond what words can print over that sand line under the tides but they just tend to disappears and washed. Percolates in the written unseen but to where when its not engraved in the beauty of the existence sometime too close sometimes far and other in exile.
But I do realise whatever you do the life would be as it is and would leave just a bleak scope of insignificant but I felt it to be done somewhere to those nobody else would. If I ever am would be seen god I feel you, the smile lost in the smile itself and yet wishing the smile ti smile.
Moreover now getting used the useful different words on different occasion holding different meaning marks the worth of me in the whole state of affair. Irrespective of the rest where shall I be me? And for the rest who wants to bring in something for me I converse, I interlude, I collide and I just get down on my knees. Just feel if I could really be ever able to explain the unsaid the way I wished it to be, i trust it the way it is as when it was, I see too much of I but if someone ever gives an ear to it would soon realise it its beyond the horizon all I seek is nothing but just one thing and yes I want to be selfish over here for the enchanting smile.
The smile, the whole lot of the cause and effect, is shutting the door only for the fall and the tender flesh beneath it. To make it look like a smile. To which I had always shown some respect, the glue and the stick none in the loss all staying apart
Such a seen truth of the smile, the longed one to be seen with a eyelashes dancing over each other. I had seen the glory of it while being in the depths of the coldness of warmth of the last winter, where I was melting to the coldness of scorching heat.
I rest I rest and again I rest seems frozen to the core of my inner self and not much beyond which I shall say it’s not in my capacity to be what I am not one become someone to allure just out of context to think then why do we even face such encounter where one is skulled to its own pieces of skeletal existence.
Recalling what it is for the said and done I might have been more than acquaintances and a bit more of mere a familiarity with the daily chords of encounters. But largely it beyond what words can print over that sand line under the tides but they just tend to disappears and washed. Percolates in the written unseen but to where when its not engraved in the beauty of the existence sometime too close sometimes far and other in exile.
But I do realise whatever you do the life would be as it is and would leave just a bleak scope of insignificant but I felt it to be done somewhere to those nobody else would. If I ever am would be seen god I feel you, the smile lost in the smile itself and yet wishing the smile ti smile.
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