belief in trust enduring one

The tranquility was all calm for an abrupt uproar a silent rhetoric
Was not as I never knew it get shrill and weird but isn’t this way
Was mere a acquainted dot a simple existence in his simple world
More far more closer to all those in some times or many not

Pushing the high tides that came flushing from every crook
I looked at a comrade not for I knew more but knew nothing
Struggling under the streams of water looking for glare
Was looking above and the water hurried in to my eyes

All blurred sight, gasping for breath I looked again but couldn’t see
Heard something on faith and I believed the sunshine is coming
I stood, stood against the tides hoping the buff would be mine
Longed it threw it aside but the arms rose high in ache

Looked again can see the smile can feel the light over my skin
Roughly touching it the embrace lost the essence but yet was
The loud word came don’t forget I am all there for you
Caught in the moment I thought is it? The sun shining over the beach

Longed and spoke to some other tone beating the ringing tone
Was not the same a hurdle I became an obstacle for the vanity
Fair for the fare of the fun the sun saw me trembling over my feet
Then a I heard the sun said would shine but not to me

Over the belief the trust faded on the words not read not saw
But all fall was a free fall witty wish under the same foreskin it glued
The bid was not like a kid but kicked, go go was not slow but all in flow
I froze not under the sea but beneath the shine of the sun and the belief.

the dot

Where did I began from where am I going to end, seems like a dot which was spread over the moments lived in the longest self. What counts was not where I was how it was but yet what I did mostly. Being not one and lone was not one wish but mere fear of. A fear of not being the one, being a dot was left with constraints in self, beyond the desires lays one. As we move can’t see things the same as we are not the same from the self that came, to what we grew in to fault a beautiful one.
All along all the time traveling through the lone path is not one in one but many in one and yet the dot remains to be a dot a change not happening. We see many alike but what we assume once we see it from not far they are fair enough and larger than life. We fall over it and climb over it to see the unseen forgetting it all through we were yet the dot. That a debacle of pinnacle and we tend to be surpassed with mere thoughts what one becomes when one sees someone else in themselves while being their along with the unlike likes. Yet the beauty of the tides is it doesn’t let me fall on the shore hitting me hard but carry over towards the horizons of the dusk and dawns. Perplexed I drool at it being like hallow ball engulfing me in itself seems so big. But what I am for it, mere a dot unseen unnoticed more complex form of forgotten tale.
The acquaintance of the dusk and dawn let me see myself not being myself as I changed for it not for it but for myself. As what I have become was the influence of the tides sweeping me away to the most beautiful lawn of autumns and I walk over the fallen leaves crumbling them with my feet a few or more time. Forgetting the fall which might beneath them I saw in mist and snow a bud.
Closer I got to it feel the smell of it the skin I touched the soul that I felt in me while being in it with it was accord. But not for the rose many were their like me it felt nothing and something. I never knew it touched it saw it blooming and crying as the dews came up, saw it smiling it from within throwing itself to the world or me unfurling itself more and more I thought I saw it all
The more I thought the more I collapsed in the inner beauty of it surrendering to the splendor of the great endurance. But the moment I felt I am engulfed I felt it’s an entrapment the dot I was.
The petals felling to fly high and high far away from me, as me being mere an acquaintance for none other than whom. The petals I saw were not in the closet but I was thrown out of the engulfing envelope of the life around myself all of a sudden the belief of trust for being the one turned floristic an ambiguity vouched.
Far off and close I felt from within a dot being erased for not being in acts of facts or being away from it a fault of not the dot but a clout crippling in me inside and outside. The spurt of anguish is not for the belief as its hard to fall for and yet to believe but yet I freeze under the snow the air getting warm. The distance of the closet turning away to more true though a half on the complex thought of the dot. Yet the dot is yet to fall in itself the inertia is yet to shrink it in itself.

a talk

I feel like telling it to you,
for reasons you would be feeling I am being unduly rude and a burden.
But its not like that, the only thing I have esteemed throughout my
life is a family I have got as a souvenir of congenital reality. The
adobe I have built beside me hence after I don’t treat them as mere an
object of this humankind and worldly affairs, you can say he is a nerd
for this. But the bounty has been such a splendor for me that I didn’t
looked back ever or tried to rationalize it pragmatically. Friends a
too feeble word to define such relationship not for fun frolic but far
more exceeding in to realms of life like the sun coming incidentally
out every day and the stars at night saying the one would be their
tomorrow again. I never treat them like an acquaintance even for a
moment or years.

The most scaring verity is that I have been looking for stars and the
sun but the adobe is being dissolved, may be for the assault I am not
yet able to overcome. The reality where one feels even at times you
can be derailed by yourself. Hence it becomes all meaningless and mere
and obligation though at time I get loud inside and feel I might be
miniscule but not are the faces around me those am running away from.
It is far more then congenital bond but I had never intended to
express it or demean it by mere words. My feeling remains intact for
them even while I am not.

So please think what you think as these words are not justification
for being what I am or doing to my precious bounty losing them one by
one. I feel helpless when I want to speak to a few but I keep myself
away as I don’t wish to be blesses with saddle when there are
countless with a lot already. Even when I am not in touch I hope its
not getting worse.

But the one who gets stabbed but yet moving alone and getting alone
more and more. I have regrets for what I have done and no wrath for
anyone but its only me. The moment I will feel it, I will be able to
cheat myself the adobe would become worldly. But masquerading is a
thought I won’t buy, may be for a selfish desires over the existing
ambiguities one tries to find their way in more comfortable manner.

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.