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 set all ablaze
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
the last line
The call was to fly but was blown in to relics
The air was tepid so were the words chasing me, me chasing them
Was all clueleseely insane, yes may be yes
Deep within was clamped with the graveness.
From the cat bites to late night chats.
The less words for me, but abundance for most, the
The long last lone and fair hound of colured lines
The others lines at the same moment were never mine.
The time frame was not new except avow of new words
The songs were steamy but the steams were hot
Burnt gullet, soaked eyes and a fury within
Reason were not all mine but yes season changed
The dally for pop ups were warped invisible, I left in asylum
A strained yes but were all mine I chased, ran and fell
Not once but beyond counts, fumbled to the steps
The long snarl of the clocks ticked my beats, heart not their
Seldom did it as if it were all alone, none were the honour,
But yet for the one ogre it seemed a new dawn with every new vow
The words heard were buried, the vision was blurred,
The words read were meaningless for what just one, yet me was none
Whether I knew it or just shut it from the sight of a fright
Truth was the only trust and it was flawless smile in the, me
The long yet never ending hunt didn’t end it blossomed under the petals
The eyes lashes had many truths but the drops within saw it.
The blood oozed from the thrive the last one rather the first one
Was all red but the shrug was green in the other prudence
A bottle lost in the feelings was all sought not the , me.
The bell rang but before mine, the finger opt and I wait
The sounds of the last words is all I reckon the moments
The propelling truth is what I offer today to the day
Was all never ever fading, all the while even while being not one
But it seems I was out all out of the line, just to the day….
The air was tepid so were the words chasing me, me chasing them
Was all clueleseely insane, yes may be yes
Deep within was clamped with the graveness.
From the cat bites to late night chats.
The less words for me, but abundance for most, the
The long last lone and fair hound of colured lines
The others lines at the same moment were never mine.
The time frame was not new except avow of new words
The songs were steamy but the steams were hot
Burnt gullet, soaked eyes and a fury within
Reason were not all mine but yes season changed
The dally for pop ups were warped invisible, I left in asylum
A strained yes but were all mine I chased, ran and fell
Not once but beyond counts, fumbled to the steps
The long snarl of the clocks ticked my beats, heart not their
Seldom did it as if it were all alone, none were the honour,
But yet for the one ogre it seemed a new dawn with every new vow
The words heard were buried, the vision was blurred,
The words read were meaningless for what just one, yet me was none
Whether I knew it or just shut it from the sight of a fright
Truth was the only trust and it was flawless smile in the, me
The long yet never ending hunt didn’t end it blossomed under the petals
The eyes lashes had many truths but the drops within saw it.
The blood oozed from the thrive the last one rather the first one
Was all red but the shrug was green in the other prudence
A bottle lost in the feelings was all sought not the , me.
The bell rang but before mine, the finger opt and I wait
The sounds of the last words is all I reckon the moments
The propelling truth is what I offer today to the day
Was all never ever fading, all the while even while being not one
But it seems I was out all out of the line, just to the day….
Friday, September 11, 2009
reality
The burning feeling in my throat
The pain almost amounts to what I feel in my heart
But this time I inflicted this upon myself
Hoping at the same time I'll improve all my flaws that turned you away
from me
I look upon myself in the mirror
I still don't like what I see in front of me
I see the residue of you around my mouth
The remains of your kisses on my cheeks
I can feel your breath whispering across my face
It sourly reminds me of the harsh winter wind that struck my face the day
you left
The irritating memory of the scent of your clothes burn my nose
They sting like the fumes that float off a just stricken match
I can still feel you uncaring arms around my waist
I feel myself wrapped around your finger by your words
Bound and tied down by the deceiving lies you spoke
Paralyzed by the sweetness that captured my attention without a second
thought
I can sense your presence over me
Like a shadow that won't go away
I feel as if I have no way out
No light to guide my path
I know that this won't last forever
Just until the day that I'm ready to let you leave my mind
Obviously I'm not ready yet
For you have lingered in my thoughts ever since the day you left
I still dream of the day where I can live up to what you want me to be
The angel I never was
The angel I'm determined to be
Even though I know the day you'll want me again is just a faint hope
inflicted by my imagination
Until then
I'm going to do my best, which might even be the worst thing I could ever
do
To become what I think that I am not, what I hope that I'm not
Which is something I'll later regret
The pain almost amounts to what I feel in my heart
But this time I inflicted this upon myself
Hoping at the same time I'll improve all my flaws that turned you away
from me
I look upon myself in the mirror
I still don't like what I see in front of me
I see the residue of you around my mouth
The remains of your kisses on my cheeks
I can feel your breath whispering across my face
It sourly reminds me of the harsh winter wind that struck my face the day
you left
The irritating memory of the scent of your clothes burn my nose
They sting like the fumes that float off a just stricken match
I can still feel you uncaring arms around my waist
I feel myself wrapped around your finger by your words
Bound and tied down by the deceiving lies you spoke
Paralyzed by the sweetness that captured my attention without a second
thought
I can sense your presence over me
Like a shadow that won't go away
I feel as if I have no way out
No light to guide my path
I know that this won't last forever
Just until the day that I'm ready to let you leave my mind
Obviously I'm not ready yet
For you have lingered in my thoughts ever since the day you left
I still dream of the day where I can live up to what you want me to be
The angel I never was
The angel I'm determined to be
Even though I know the day you'll want me again is just a faint hope
inflicted by my imagination
Until then
I'm going to do my best, which might even be the worst thing I could ever
do
To become what I think that I am not, what I hope that I'm not
Which is something I'll later regret
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Fault lines
Strwaling down the fault lines to where?
Unseen scenes, undivided lines, undecided to a mirage
The autonomy of desire were free, the feelings conspiring within,
Barging in to a paradise of flowers or a heat of fury
The walks were mundane, sublime yet youthful alive
The every curves of the path showed explicit warmth of desire
On the dead ends the sight left the mind, the heart felt free
As if the heart beats matched the foot prints and followed the fault lines
The naked virgin truth and shape of the warmth were too serine
So were the conspired whispers and loud commands of words
The one who evades the one for the none, the naïve the nascent yet similar
Every word saw a sense of disgrace nothing charmed but mere the group venus
The night of the fold within were unruffled in a haste, losing the ends of embark,
The letter of the words embraced every essence of disgrace
Roaring were the commands of lord, and the angels keep it, shut it, watch it,
Choosed the spectrum of thought fueled by the nothing but the old footprints,
inquisitive argumentative mind stopped working each time thinking it can’t be it,
pouring over and again the same thought it cant be, from the stream of truth and purity
the muffling and ruffling of thoughts evoking provoking yet closed every time
the new dawn of it was yet to seen while carrying along a new pain other then it
the days were not the days the night never came, the wheels flew down
alas the purity of the truth came true, the wish came true unseen though
the new turns had new rules defined yet not spoken so had to be mum
saw the rising of the burning sun charred in to the lies of the truth as pure as it could be
as the guide came down from the new paradise of unity found in all
refuted it all to the only voice accepted it to all, denial of the ears and eyes done,
the fault lines were deep engraved within yet the walks yet not got in to crawls
was it a fault over the fault line, the sound came from within no
but the visibility of the actions, the words, the eyes, spared none
the lines were more charmed over the congenital, homogenital and each day affinity,
the old roads less traveled had faults but the days were of mere fours month mere four
wished it were a bit more longer of the initial four months over the fault lines
the pursued journey over the lines were seeming lonely with the hast in taste,
the unseen dots over the fault lines were slapped by the new fresh stream of the beach
stunned over the vanity of the new vogue of the choosing the comfort
the fault lines seemd volatile but the new parched heat was all hugged
the desire was that the a sudden break would have been more shrgging
then over the decaying of the days and the nights as the bretahs slow down
the loathes and laugh over regressive dots were all sensible and used to bark at
the baked, frozen, tottered turn were all the ruffling stones were left over the fault lines
Unseen scenes, undivided lines, undecided to a mirage
The autonomy of desire were free, the feelings conspiring within,
Barging in to a paradise of flowers or a heat of fury
The walks were mundane, sublime yet youthful alive
The every curves of the path showed explicit warmth of desire
On the dead ends the sight left the mind, the heart felt free
As if the heart beats matched the foot prints and followed the fault lines
The naked virgin truth and shape of the warmth were too serine
So were the conspired whispers and loud commands of words
The one who evades the one for the none, the naïve the nascent yet similar
Every word saw a sense of disgrace nothing charmed but mere the group venus
The night of the fold within were unruffled in a haste, losing the ends of embark,
The letter of the words embraced every essence of disgrace
Roaring were the commands of lord, and the angels keep it, shut it, watch it,
Choosed the spectrum of thought fueled by the nothing but the old footprints,
inquisitive argumentative mind stopped working each time thinking it can’t be it,
pouring over and again the same thought it cant be, from the stream of truth and purity
the muffling and ruffling of thoughts evoking provoking yet closed every time
the new dawn of it was yet to seen while carrying along a new pain other then it
the days were not the days the night never came, the wheels flew down
alas the purity of the truth came true, the wish came true unseen though
the new turns had new rules defined yet not spoken so had to be mum
saw the rising of the burning sun charred in to the lies of the truth as pure as it could be
as the guide came down from the new paradise of unity found in all
refuted it all to the only voice accepted it to all, denial of the ears and eyes done,
the fault lines were deep engraved within yet the walks yet not got in to crawls
was it a fault over the fault line, the sound came from within no
but the visibility of the actions, the words, the eyes, spared none
the lines were more charmed over the congenital, homogenital and each day affinity,
the old roads less traveled had faults but the days were of mere fours month mere four
wished it were a bit more longer of the initial four months over the fault lines
the pursued journey over the lines were seeming lonely with the hast in taste,
the unseen dots over the fault lines were slapped by the new fresh stream of the beach
stunned over the vanity of the new vogue of the choosing the comfort
the fault lines seemd volatile but the new parched heat was all hugged
the desire was that the a sudden break would have been more shrgging
then over the decaying of the days and the nights as the bretahs slow down
the loathes and laugh over regressive dots were all sensible and used to bark at
the baked, frozen, tottered turn were all the ruffling stones were left over the fault lines
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
till when
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 way
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 cloaseness..
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 ..
Toring aprt came 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 crssed 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 … shud v not ??
I didn’t cared nor does any one so I did but wat I got..
The fallinf 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 akways saw u one more time again wish wish..
its time for giving and dressed and ilove the magic which still rules
the cattles back from the greenery back to their domain
the coming herd was all heavenly but the best one the preetiest one
I screamed all aloud all searching for thyran in the darkness fumbled ..
Got up chased the greenery but where was it the darkness folded it it its own grave
The moonligt 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 had it to be stretch
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 way
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 cloaseness..
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 ..
Toring aprt came 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 crssed 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 … shud v not ??
I didn’t cared nor does any one so I did but wat I got..
The fallinf 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 akways saw u one more time again wish wish..
its time for giving and dressed and ilove the magic which still rules
the cattles back from the greenery back to their domain
the coming herd was all heavenly but the best one the preetiest one
I screamed all aloud all searching for thyran in the darkness fumbled ..
Got up chased the greenery but where was it the darkness folded it it its own grave
The moonligt 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 had it to be stretch
Peace of love or just piece
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, June 28, 2009
as i watched the raindrops
As I watch the raindrops I marvel,
How do they feel to part from each other and fall
Or it is a free fall I wonder I feel a free fall
Down to someplace, yet no where it seems
Isn’t it all about the white and dark of life?
How admirably they are held together
Mounting above all, choose to be together for some reasons
And form a collage of self and the others
Rise and rise and without the wings on them
Fly high to the southern sky and the east, west and north
Collide and collide as if they were destined to and cloud
The lighter they become, the higher they fly over their spirit
The free fly over the alien world seems so colossal
The enchanting everlasting fly deep within is incredible
The lightness takes them all around and the colour is so wan
Seems as if their isn’t anything else to get a space
The tides torment ones some where from within makes it grave
Grasping it over with each other, now the inevitable is due
The overcoming of the self over the self, if lost and darkness creeps in
The bond looks feeble the fly no more a free fall but waiting for a fall
The bond breaks for a new venture is it or it is the end
The zenith seemed impeccable and inconvincible but all conquered
The greatest sees itself falling apart in drops all falling apart
None can hole them any more and fold in it
New destines as if they had to look in to for or the lost dens barging in to
They fall they fall in a forced fury of the darkness from the wan
The journey seems so colossal yet the foot prints are left
The drops chasing the drops fall a free fall indeed a free fall!!
How do they feel to part from each other and fall
Or it is a free fall I wonder I feel a free fall
Down to someplace, yet no where it seems
Isn’t it all about the white and dark of life?
How admirably they are held together
Mounting above all, choose to be together for some reasons
And form a collage of self and the others
Rise and rise and without the wings on them
Fly high to the southern sky and the east, west and north
Collide and collide as if they were destined to and cloud
The lighter they become, the higher they fly over their spirit
The free fly over the alien world seems so colossal
The enchanting everlasting fly deep within is incredible
The lightness takes them all around and the colour is so wan
Seems as if their isn’t anything else to get a space
The tides torment ones some where from within makes it grave
Grasping it over with each other, now the inevitable is due
The overcoming of the self over the self, if lost and darkness creeps in
The bond looks feeble the fly no more a free fall but waiting for a fall
The bond breaks for a new venture is it or it is the end
The zenith seemed impeccable and inconvincible but all conquered
The greatest sees itself falling apart in drops all falling apart
None can hole them any more and fold in it
New destines as if they had to look in to for or the lost dens barging in to
They fall they fall in a forced fury of the darkness from the wan
The journey seems so colossal yet the foot prints are left
The drops chasing the drops fall a free fall indeed a free fall!!
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