The I and the thy met once in the land not ordained,
Everything went like a fairytale, fro for a swing
The ogre rose to the occasion and told the princess the felt
The thy was not but her from the fresh heat, yet in her lost thoughts,
Thy feeling were thrown in the tides to the shore it never wished
The wishes rested in the peace within calmness of rush
But for long the spurt of deemed feeling went for a blaze
The suckering of the cold blaze was so torment and the burns were alive
Yet the walk over the autumn leave left with the crackles of the dried life.
And the wait of resentment was due from within
Suddenly the fresh breeze from the sea of Aladdin the trick
The ogre knew it’s now or never ever and ran ran ran
The strength of witching came from all the weakness of true lies,
The winters were barging in so was the insanity..
The coercion of letting it go was so fierce that the feelings boozed
The elasticity of the rubber was so hard on the stairs to heaven,
Pushing it hard over the might drive and oozing insanity…
The earnest thought of desires was all of the I.
The I said all that it had no thinking of looking back ever…
But the destiny had its one calmness under the sheet
The wait for the spring was all parched but yet heavenly..
The solitude of the ogre were settled down and thrown in the affluence..
Opulence of the feeling were all spread but felt its all weaved,
The thread took u place not imagined from the darkness of the rooms to
The opulence of the were miser in the self of the self and the I
Wasn’t the mere share of the feelings parched in it might not have
Or may be the I was cursed for the reason unknown…
Tracks kept on changing but the I shall have juggled in much better way..
The valley of flowers changed with the season had the smell of fragrance still realms..
Thy I was always the same insane chasing the fragrance of thy..
The ever lasting desire of the amity, reliance, chuck and onset of belongings,,
Didn’t knew any difference towards being sundry none was knew by the thy or the I…
The claims all thy’s I made was reluctantly boxed in the for selfishness…
The claims soon turned in to blames and sheer apathy towards the claim was humane..?
The distant feeling from the affinity of acquaintance was also marked vehemently
Much profound were the desires of balance in between likes and dislikes..
The thought being reckoned as coercion and acts were of the imp all had shades..
The shades which were the I’s person for the congeniality were framed and caged..
I’s remorse was to try hard and loathed the world why ??
The oscillation among the likes and dislikes showed the I the poles..
Wasn’t the mere desire of I asking him to be what he was not..
When the I’s thy felt life was not life when with thy from the inception..
The soul dreads it self was it the as thy or was it not..
The I felt chased fumbled rose and fumbled to every it every time
But the destiny had changed the routes and in the gloomy darkness..
The bare of the thy’s I lost the sight and fright
The blown had its own reason unknown till date where acts of thy was proved..
Obligation for the share of the bounty. was showed how small were the I’s acts..
The acts of closeness results in the fury of the drift,, slowly but yet it did
The blames were all mine none was all I was to be in to ..
But yet the acts of love turned in to raid of esteem, so mundane
The pride of the bond was it gone, the name was not named even once with no reasons
usual the reality of the profound dissimilarity negated the own facts..’
Crumpled all the acts of isolation and stood again for the last time..
Was showed the turn in return shall move on came the command
I shall with the obligation was all I had in me and all I would..
The I was left with all the I had and it was not the I but yet the I..
Shall rest and rest was the word with the command loud
Am not what I am thought the I came the verdict from the stars
The stars kept a watch on the I and so would the I be ordained with the I…
Monday, May 25, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
the lost essence and the likes
“Moving outside the tangle of fear-thinking living in silence.
The daze of gratitude for the self’s company.. Was a huge solicit..
Banters dying up within the sprouting seeds, passion darkens
The falling lines, the dead words, the lost essence…
The quest and quench altered, the words were proper but were binary
The desires of mental distraction from …, the silenced emotion.
The battles for the likes over the.., was the chase fought for, the others floored
Sensed the sense of not being insane while being true … but the other self..
Moments, times, matters, memories, efforts, left in a chomp
Abundance of familiarity and the acquaintance took over the far of reality..
Lurching in the truth was it ever their, may be too bleak.
The chase, the crawl, the screams, were not cared for nor seen nor heeded
The trance in the inevitable truth of the feeling was not…
The wrath in the words, acceptance of perception by the others..
The words supporting the venom, the assault was set, the familiarity took over..
The essence of the travels to tides, to rides, were missed,
But the likes and burgeoning tangle of the lost self of self’s thy..
The anguish stupor was their whenever the patch appeared..
Eyes thought darkened sparked and showed the two way out..
The other way seemed bundled with more joy, youth, charm, heed,
But was brought inevitably and might yet ignored.
So were the blows of the tides, shaking the backyard..
The leaf’s fell and were blown as the thoughts were dissolving,
Gardener used brush to paint it green, but the touch of life was pale..
Affluent clocks of acquaintance, had given a way within..
The other preferred to stand rock and never showed a way in and out.
The only magician new its way and was allowed in, true but yet faint.
Taking the passage to be rough, with difference of congeniality,
Alas something or everything common comes up..
The presence becomes absence, the claims turned to blames..
The words dried up but kept flowing steadily with familiarity the like..
The preferences turned as did the options turned up the matches were done.
The tree wasn’t showered was left over, for one with familiar traits and words,
Shedding the leaves standing tall it said the branches spread across..
For none but the one the blowing wind had brought the change
Yet the flying leaves fall and wish those words shall not come from the like for any two.
The daze of gratitude for the self’s company.. Was a huge solicit..
Banters dying up within the sprouting seeds, passion darkens
The falling lines, the dead words, the lost essence…
The quest and quench altered, the words were proper but were binary
The desires of mental distraction from …, the silenced emotion.
The battles for the likes over the.., was the chase fought for, the others floored
Sensed the sense of not being insane while being true … but the other self..
Moments, times, matters, memories, efforts, left in a chomp
Abundance of familiarity and the acquaintance took over the far of reality..
Lurching in the truth was it ever their, may be too bleak.
The chase, the crawl, the screams, were not cared for nor seen nor heeded
The trance in the inevitable truth of the feeling was not…
The wrath in the words, acceptance of perception by the others..
The words supporting the venom, the assault was set, the familiarity took over..
The essence of the travels to tides, to rides, were missed,
But the likes and burgeoning tangle of the lost self of self’s thy..
The anguish stupor was their whenever the patch appeared..
Eyes thought darkened sparked and showed the two way out..
The other way seemed bundled with more joy, youth, charm, heed,
But was brought inevitably and might yet ignored.
So were the blows of the tides, shaking the backyard..
The leaf’s fell and were blown as the thoughts were dissolving,
Gardener used brush to paint it green, but the touch of life was pale..
Affluent clocks of acquaintance, had given a way within..
The other preferred to stand rock and never showed a way in and out.
The only magician new its way and was allowed in, true but yet faint.
Taking the passage to be rough, with difference of congeniality,
Alas something or everything common comes up..
The presence becomes absence, the claims turned to blames..
The words dried up but kept flowing steadily with familiarity the like..
The preferences turned as did the options turned up the matches were done.
The tree wasn’t showered was left over, for one with familiar traits and words,
Shedding the leaves standing tall it said the branches spread across..
For none but the one the blowing wind had brought the change
Yet the flying leaves fall and wish those words shall not come from the like for any two.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
the way out..
If music be the food of love, words be the spice, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, yet not the desire and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
The dance on the floor the tunes falling over the ears,
The legs making moves the hands finding their thoughts,
The night sang to it so did it went so it did,
The silence of the long days, shouted on the night
Traveling across the longest itinerary to the one of our adobe..
Lost the way simply, as was lost with the company..
The distance never seemed so far so close was it,
Given the whole of the all was all their..
Oh, it came over my ear like the sweet sound
Essence of mere a physical presence but not the mental
I choosed to bring it up but was poped down..
Such pious were beliefs but not the words
that breathe upon a bank of violets, with the broken strings.
Stealing and giving odour! Were all set to vanish
Close but yet far running, flying, traveled to destination..
Exploring the abundance of familiarity, in and out, day and night
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, yet not the desire and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
The dance on the floor the tunes falling over the ears,
The legs making moves the hands finding their thoughts,
The night sang to it so did it went so it did,
The silence of the long days, shouted on the night
Traveling across the longest itinerary to the one of our adobe..
Lost the way simply, as was lost with the company..
The distance never seemed so far so close was it,
Given the whole of the all was all their..
Oh, it came over my ear like the sweet sound
Essence of mere a physical presence but not the mental
I choosed to bring it up but was poped down..
Such pious were beliefs but not the words
that breathe upon a bank of violets, with the broken strings.
Stealing and giving odour! Were all set to vanish
Close but yet far running, flying, traveled to destination..
Exploring the abundance of familiarity, in and out, day and night
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
The drift in the feeling is mysterious as if it was like an albatross…
The panic was as if I borrowed something someone somehow for so little..
Isn’t it true the only thing that rules is when you have little option..
And then u transpire to be the invincible king of planet
Swiftly yes abruptly the world take a turn and it’s natural…
But what was the virtue of the only one
Nothing may be the wits had dies up some where
May be distance grew and capture was not done rather permitted
The lost bounty was not a surprise but yet is was brutal
And the homogeneity rules across the lines we drew centuries before…
And the fury of the lines is still alive it changes things, people, and feelings and…
No matter how and where the things are were supposed to be but yes it does
The last draw was not drawn, nor the gunpowder used, nor was the sword glinting..
But yet yet the fury came in the silent walk in the valley of ….
And the persecutor was appraised and awarded strange but yes it was none the less
The prize of being price less was thrown in the abundance of acquaintance
The claims turned in to blames, the flowers had dried not the words...
had it in it what it didn’t, that the feeling came out not for one, the same but for two...
May I have to learn and learn and to accept it as it had turned out...
From words changing it’s tune to face changing, from priorities to likes to...
the hidden treasure of the longing feeling, Hidden deep within was…
As if washed as if drained and merely was waiting to come up something true
And it did for once and was flown but yet blown in a subtle way
Kept on running on the ground nothing but to find it as if was disappearing each time
I fall down to nothing else but my own, still running chasing wanting fighting…
Yet to become the one I was not the one, was I living it to an honest testimony to self
I know I was but can’t be the same stir for many though the likes fall in…
Fall is the one never felt, same said the same for none but yes except thy! And till…………..
The panic was as if I borrowed something someone somehow for so little..
Isn’t it true the only thing that rules is when you have little option..
And then u transpire to be the invincible king of planet
Swiftly yes abruptly the world take a turn and it’s natural…
But what was the virtue of the only one
Nothing may be the wits had dies up some where
May be distance grew and capture was not done rather permitted
The lost bounty was not a surprise but yet is was brutal
And the homogeneity rules across the lines we drew centuries before…
And the fury of the lines is still alive it changes things, people, and feelings and…
No matter how and where the things are were supposed to be but yes it does
The last draw was not drawn, nor the gunpowder used, nor was the sword glinting..
But yet yet the fury came in the silent walk in the valley of ….
And the persecutor was appraised and awarded strange but yes it was none the less
The prize of being price less was thrown in the abundance of acquaintance
The claims turned in to blames, the flowers had dried not the words...
had it in it what it didn’t, that the feeling came out not for one, the same but for two...
May I have to learn and learn and to accept it as it had turned out...
From words changing it’s tune to face changing, from priorities to likes to...
the hidden treasure of the longing feeling, Hidden deep within was…
As if washed as if drained and merely was waiting to come up something true
And it did for once and was flown but yet blown in a subtle way
Kept on running on the ground nothing but to find it as if was disappearing each time
I fall down to nothing else but my own, still running chasing wanting fighting…
Yet to become the one I was not the one, was I living it to an honest testimony to self
I know I was but can’t be the same stir for many though the likes fall in…
Fall is the one never felt, same said the same for none but yes except thy! And till…………..
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
the fall
The drift in the feeling is mysterious as if it was like an albatross…
The panic was as if I borrowed something someone somehow for so little..
Isn’t it true the only thins that rules is when you have little option..
And then u transpire to be the invincible king of planet
Swiftly yes abruptly the world take a turn and it’s natural…
But what was the virtue of the only one
Nothing may be the wits had dies up some where
May be distance grew and capture was done rather permitted
The lost bounty was not a surprise but yet is was brutal
And the homogeneity rules across the lines we drew centuries before…
And the fury of the lines is still alive it changes things, people, and feelings and…
No matter how and where the things are were supposed to be but yes it does
The last draw was not drawn nor was the gunpowder used, nor was the sparkle of the sword..
But yet yet the fury came in the silent walk in the valley of ….
And the persecutor was appraised and awarded strange but yes it was none the less
The prize of being price less was thrown in the abundance of acquaintance
The claims turned in to blames the flowers had dried not the words...
What had it in it what is didn’t that feeling came out not for once for the same for two...
May I have to learn and learn and to accept it as it had turned out...
From words changing it tune from face changing it expression from priorities to likes to...
Hidden deep within was the hidden treasure of the longing feeling
As if washed as if drained and merely was waiting to come up something true
And it did for once and was flown but yet blown in the own subtle way
Kept on running on the ground nothing but to find it as if was disappearing each time
And still running chasing wanting fighting and I fall down to nothing else but my own
Yet to become the one I was not the one was I living it to an honest testimony to self
I know I was but their can’t be the same feeling for many though the likes fall in
But what fails to the fall is the one never felt the same and said the same for the none but yes except thy!!! And still…………..
The panic was as if I borrowed something someone somehow for so little..
Isn’t it true the only thins that rules is when you have little option..
And then u transpire to be the invincible king of planet
Swiftly yes abruptly the world take a turn and it’s natural…
But what was the virtue of the only one
Nothing may be the wits had dies up some where
May be distance grew and capture was done rather permitted
The lost bounty was not a surprise but yet is was brutal
And the homogeneity rules across the lines we drew centuries before…
And the fury of the lines is still alive it changes things, people, and feelings and…
No matter how and where the things are were supposed to be but yes it does
The last draw was not drawn nor was the gunpowder used, nor was the sparkle of the sword..
But yet yet the fury came in the silent walk in the valley of ….
And the persecutor was appraised and awarded strange but yes it was none the less
The prize of being price less was thrown in the abundance of acquaintance
The claims turned in to blames the flowers had dried not the words...
What had it in it what is didn’t that feeling came out not for once for the same for two...
May I have to learn and learn and to accept it as it had turned out...
From words changing it tune from face changing it expression from priorities to likes to...
Hidden deep within was the hidden treasure of the longing feeling
As if washed as if drained and merely was waiting to come up something true
And it did for once and was flown but yet blown in the own subtle way
Kept on running on the ground nothing but to find it as if was disappearing each time
And still running chasing wanting fighting and I fall down to nothing else but my own
Yet to become the one I was not the one was I living it to an honest testimony to self
I know I was but their can’t be the same feeling for many though the likes fall in
But what fails to the fall is the one never felt the same and said the same for the none but yes except thy!!! And still…………..
Thursday, March 19, 2009
D Drift of non homogenity...
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..
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..
Sunday, October 26, 2008
d breeze............
The delightfulness of life has gone astray on its own flight…
But is the voyage dreadful, dark though under the moonlight,
Well the fragrance has swept some one aside, was it the fading broad day light?
Sailing through the high tides sailing on calm ones never sought to see the plight…
Amazing isn’t it the blooming flower lost its reason to open up to the world outside.
Has never been loved nor been in vase it can be said was of complete waste..
Chased the fragrance of flower which only fetched a few shade of darkness and …
Where was? I what was, I the flower was all shattered and den came thy by my blush..
With a sense of pride and some lost thoughts a cool calm breeze came across the east..
The bloom saw a feast but swallowed the reality that it has not come for it…
But the pounding journey of the breeze unsettled him and was all perplexed…
Fearing and diffusing the last blow it tried to stand again, but was still all confused..
Learnt to fight and rise and was helped by thy reflection whenever it came…
Always happened to incise the gullet to be locked and say am not hurt in any way..
Was the moments so splendid I got selfish and never thought the breeze slapping me..
Gone was the charm in me, and is showed and was just trying to hold on to come..
Day and nights, its not the sight which the flower missed it was always their..
But some time was seen some time never cared to be seen or just not cared and all
Was being selfish and handed over nothing just brushed apart and felt freshness…
And saw the cool breeze drifting apart yet being as true as had been and gripping
Doing so was graving the cool breeze never noticed it but what can on ask and say.. fly.. Can’t ride on nor can fall from it be it true the cool breeze happens to be my life...
But is the voyage dreadful, dark though under the moonlight,
Well the fragrance has swept some one aside, was it the fading broad day light?
Sailing through the high tides sailing on calm ones never sought to see the plight…
Amazing isn’t it the blooming flower lost its reason to open up to the world outside.
Has never been loved nor been in vase it can be said was of complete waste..
Chased the fragrance of flower which only fetched a few shade of darkness and …
Where was? I what was, I the flower was all shattered and den came thy by my blush..
With a sense of pride and some lost thoughts a cool calm breeze came across the east..
The bloom saw a feast but swallowed the reality that it has not come for it…
But the pounding journey of the breeze unsettled him and was all perplexed…
Fearing and diffusing the last blow it tried to stand again, but was still all confused..
Learnt to fight and rise and was helped by thy reflection whenever it came…
Always happened to incise the gullet to be locked and say am not hurt in any way..
Was the moments so splendid I got selfish and never thought the breeze slapping me..
Gone was the charm in me, and is showed and was just trying to hold on to come..
Day and nights, its not the sight which the flower missed it was always their..
But some time was seen some time never cared to be seen or just not cared and all
Was being selfish and handed over nothing just brushed apart and felt freshness…
And saw the cool breeze drifting apart yet being as true as had been and gripping
Doing so was graving the cool breeze never noticed it but what can on ask and say.. fly.. Can’t ride on nor can fall from it be it true the cool breeze happens to be my life...
am not fearing............
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