in a mirage

I know you are not alien dancing from my skin, soul..
The moves where never moved down nor were the forced charade
But the churning carnation of love didn’t bloomed in between..
Some days were tainted so where the nights outspread

The feeling not whispered not seen not felt ..
To many possessions too many different way too much to find the back
When thy moves in different trail and the poles are stretched apart
The imminence is still one and all one in two unusual ways

The sun sets where the other rises and the darkness caused came brightness
And if its true then shall be the love as it goes down but comes back again..
The truth lies in the valley of forbidden truth and hidden by baseless..
The fury is still burning within and melting along with the cerebral…

Following the trails of uncontrolled natural calamity which I never seeked ..
But the congeniality was all blames for the desires, the vehemence for closeness..
Aah I was the one who was far from this all the time and in all the tides..
The lunar eclipse has turned the sea all calm and all settled within..

Tearing apart comse a yacht and the lines were left all over the sea…
The distance were more evident the lonely words showered its tears..
But it was not ready to be dispensed and all I got is that was a border..
I shall have not crossed nor allowed to jump sitting over the tides I screamed…

Comng was never gone thought streamed in from deep within..
Its just a wish dream which I was told go go go and …
Aah thy dream they dream thy dream I dream … should v not ??
I didn’t cared nor does any one so I did but what I got..

The falling line from the fire and the rain were all closed on my skin
Burnt yet not charnned the feeling was awesome some time not..
But I always see u again not fine not old not pale ..
Walking my mind to back to cold wind came the sweet words back from telephone..

Seemed lonely times when I could not find my friends
but I always saw u one more time again wish wish..
Its time for giving and dressed and love the magic which still rules
The cattle’s back from the greenery back to their domain

the coming herd was all heavenly but the best one the prettiest one
I screamed all aloud all searching for tyrant in the darkness fumbled..
Got up chased the greenery but where was it the darkness folded it it its own grave
The moonlight showed the sparkle and I not mere a spectator..
But was charred down when I reached their the feathers were their..
But the bird was oh the nest was unmoved waiting for the arrival
Was it too hard or had it lost its way some where or was the adobe no more the same..
I was standing in their with my arms spread .. but the till where It hat to be stretched

the burning orchid

I know my breaths have their own wee cause
The veins flamer once the blood stops oozing in them
I know my head won’t spin till it’s not the end
The thought would not excuse the words to be not

Traveled across the valley through the trains
Wishing no stain was left to the place
The foot marks were dissolving in its own evolution
The breaths dissolving in the cold heat of the heart,

Lurching in to a place where I was know to the unknown
Looking as if it was full of familiar ruse, let it unfold
But the parched journey to the ruse of brut truth
Found the valley full of the sacrifice and untold truth of the demise

Blooming flowers have their own colors to flaunt
But the reek just choose to elude them and run off
And the orchid which none of their own lost is parched
Feeling the fragrance but where and how, gazing to void

The flow of coil over them though making it pale
But the swing taking the aroma of the bud
The unblemished sun leaves nothing but the vehement colour
The dews make it as pious as it is so naïve

Running from it’s own evolution to its own unsaid demise
These shrubbery reside all, for a smile receptive yet deceptive of the dew
For those twinkling eyes, those sparking colours, those nectar suckers
But yet never complain when they look at the petals living them one by one

The moments that shape the life where all alike as if not
The stranger came not with a dagger but leave the acquaintance
Walking with the heard voice in to the darkness was wise
But the prudence of a strange unworldly words were quite deafening

The self denials of the truth lead to the demise
Looking at the fallen leaves with all pale in colour they never smile
The eyes which hover and hover for the petals would never shiver
The drying aroma of the fresh air from the nectar mesmerizes

Yet stand hoping these would not change and once again come over
Living not as if smitten but only with the truth to tell
The burning lure of the flora shall come to one
Untold unfolded and though absent, in cruel palms it shall be free


The fragrance is still their and choose not fade off
Flow of fresh air though scanty slaps the gape too hard
The fell of which is not new too old and pleasant but a bit wee
Fighting the stand to defy the clout it choose to rest alone

The fire in itself would fuel the life and yet chained to it
curls not unwinding themselves but hurting themselves to smile
The dawn would flutter though cramped in itself from the last
Gazing to the first as if it’s not varying though it has indeed

Thy and I

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…

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 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

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 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…………..