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!!!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
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
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
Monday, March 8, 2010
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.
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.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
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.
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.
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.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
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…
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…
Friday, January 1, 2010
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
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
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