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…
Thursday, January 7, 2010
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
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
embrace with disgrace
Where shall I find serenity in the haphazard obscurity of the cold nights?
Or beneath the wrath of the scorching sunlight moving rising in and out of the shell
From the tides of the sea, or the in the pearls of the shell lying down
Looking at blazing stars or in the falling meteors like the fall, a freefall
Longing for the vigor of the shallowness I depart to the day
For the feeling inside that I fall prey, the spears were naïve but blunt
Like the falling petals so sublime like the snowfall of the November
I stumble while I dropped, like speechless I went while I spoke
More came the far it went, as was nothing to change but something
Longing for the feast of trust I flew to alien land, collapsed over
Once for once I leant for some aid, was pale as never before
The strong forms were weak for the once I was losing something
I thought but not yet was the hope I crawled inside outside
Took a breath looked around and found, fondness folding me in its grace
But was mere my reflection, was awaited for the rest, the realms of verity
Never was tested in the time of disgrace in life, but life had to stroll
A truth of verity I was about to sense and get, saw the crack of dawn
The rise and fall were all I mines, the sun pleasing away the moon
But the oscillation were only of the moon, and an eclipse just for me,
The sun played and the moon dance, but the shadow grove and spun
Was mere an embrace of disgrace that lasted for a dark short night
Charred calmness played the trick and I cricked and chooked in it
As the battle for the fly was something else, walking in the loneliness of daylight
I felt was alone but the scores of voices kept upcoming and I stood vertical
And took it right, holding my breaths I caught the coming train, rested in the domain
While the others chased their happy domain for socialization and for my realization
I had to face the tunes all on my own for once I grew pale under those eyelashes
Was going frigid over the ice cream and breeze as it was gulped in, lost the swarm
Was it nothing more than one more, a baffle of words over the steps and on wheels
The silence over the call from within to the self, and none behind the shades
The shades of colours were all fading in for the rolling the splendor,
The splendor a gem though I don’t know, but yet can’t ignore would be
The onslaught was not one but many at the ugliest moment, cornered
When a tender touch was all I looked in for, was choked for breaths
May be the disgrace and remorse was there, as imbibed not the right for the fight
The fight was never right and the new light was glowing with me charring beneath,
The ashes were building the castle of a new hope with the calculus of groupvenus….
Or beneath the wrath of the scorching sunlight moving rising in and out of the shell
From the tides of the sea, or the in the pearls of the shell lying down
Looking at blazing stars or in the falling meteors like the fall, a freefall
Longing for the vigor of the shallowness I depart to the day
For the feeling inside that I fall prey, the spears were naïve but blunt
Like the falling petals so sublime like the snowfall of the November
I stumble while I dropped, like speechless I went while I spoke
More came the far it went, as was nothing to change but something
Longing for the feast of trust I flew to alien land, collapsed over
Once for once I leant for some aid, was pale as never before
The strong forms were weak for the once I was losing something
I thought but not yet was the hope I crawled inside outside
Took a breath looked around and found, fondness folding me in its grace
But was mere my reflection, was awaited for the rest, the realms of verity
Never was tested in the time of disgrace in life, but life had to stroll
A truth of verity I was about to sense and get, saw the crack of dawn
The rise and fall were all I mines, the sun pleasing away the moon
But the oscillation were only of the moon, and an eclipse just for me,
The sun played and the moon dance, but the shadow grove and spun
Was mere an embrace of disgrace that lasted for a dark short night
Charred calmness played the trick and I cricked and chooked in it
As the battle for the fly was something else, walking in the loneliness of daylight
I felt was alone but the scores of voices kept upcoming and I stood vertical
And took it right, holding my breaths I caught the coming train, rested in the domain
While the others chased their happy domain for socialization and for my realization
I had to face the tunes all on my own for once I grew pale under those eyelashes
Was going frigid over the ice cream and breeze as it was gulped in, lost the swarm
Was it nothing more than one more, a baffle of words over the steps and on wheels
The silence over the call from within to the self, and none behind the shades
The shades of colours were all fading in for the rolling the splendor,
The splendor a gem though I don’t know, but yet can’t ignore would be
The onslaught was not one but many at the ugliest moment, cornered
When a tender touch was all I looked in for, was choked for breaths
May be the disgrace and remorse was there, as imbibed not the right for the fight
The fight was never right and the new light was glowing with me charring beneath,
The ashes were building the castle of a new hope with the calculus of groupvenus….
Monday, December 21, 2009
fun and fall
The serendipity of an acquaintance to a congenital truth
A long silence of the felt feelings was engraved in to a colossal castle
Looking inside to me from others detect which never gazed at me
Judged and adjourned for a moment of long some 180days
A promise to be made against the one already made
Was not a surprise when was wasted in mere compassion scores
Some little thoughts, to steamy songs, some loud rings to slaps of tides
Rides were no more mine, I had two feet to stroll over..
Hailed as and flown in bus to wagon, R was not ours
The long genial yak to quite breeze and breezier over the ice
I froze I ran I hide but why from where to whom
Yet I did was not their for it far more than it yet it was none the less
The sheer change of high tides over the long congenial walk
The lost fragrance of the trust fading in the mist
The turbulent feeling, the cat bites to long waked nights
Reasons not me but once and all, I gasp, breaths freeze
A clout of dark clouds hover over, flitting around over the shivering foot
In cold of darkness sneaking in domain of insight I lose the site
A prize of surprise I get to see, had it to be then why it had to make fun
The fun turned funnier with the quest for visible invisibility
The thought of vary was cast off, from across the sea, but thy approved of affinity
Shuddered with the support of a cold shoulder while trying to lean over
Yet the words I chased for the reality of verity was shrugged with a haste
In such a taste of trust over trust I ran to the light of the moon
To see and feel the light amazing were the eyes I fell in again over
A long silence of the felt feelings was engraved in to a colossal castle
Looking inside to me from others detect which never gazed at me
Judged and adjourned for a moment of long some 180days
A promise to be made against the one already made
Was not a surprise when was wasted in mere compassion scores
Some little thoughts, to steamy songs, some loud rings to slaps of tides
Rides were no more mine, I had two feet to stroll over..
Hailed as and flown in bus to wagon, R was not ours
The long genial yak to quite breeze and breezier over the ice
I froze I ran I hide but why from where to whom
Yet I did was not their for it far more than it yet it was none the less
The sheer change of high tides over the long congenial walk
The lost fragrance of the trust fading in the mist
The turbulent feeling, the cat bites to long waked nights
Reasons not me but once and all, I gasp, breaths freeze
A clout of dark clouds hover over, flitting around over the shivering foot
In cold of darkness sneaking in domain of insight I lose the site
A prize of surprise I get to see, had it to be then why it had to make fun
The fun turned funnier with the quest for visible invisibility
The thought of vary was cast off, from across the sea, but thy approved of affinity
Shuddered with the support of a cold shoulder while trying to lean over
Yet the words I chased for the reality of verity was shrugged with a haste
In such a taste of trust over trust I ran to the light of the moon
To see and feel the light amazing were the eyes I fell in again over
Friday, December 11, 2009
belief in trust enduring one
The tranquility was all calm for an abrupt uproar a silent rhetoric
Was not as I never knew it get shrill and weird but isn’t this way
Was mere a acquainted dot a simple existence in his simple world
More far more closer to all those in some times or many not
Pushing the high tides that came flushing from every crook
I looked at a comrade not for I knew more but knew nothing
Struggling under the streams of water looking for glare
Was looking above and the water hurried in to my eyes
All blurred sight, gasping for breath I looked again but couldn’t see
Heard something on faith and I believed the sunshine is coming
I stood, stood against the tides hoping the buff would be mine
Longed it threw it aside but the arms rose high in ache
Looked again can see the smile can feel the light over my skin
Roughly touching it the embrace lost the essence but yet was
The loud word came don’t forget I am all there for you
Caught in the moment I thought is it? The sun shining over the beach
Longed and spoke to some other tone beating the ringing tone
Was not the same a hurdle I became an obstacle for the vanity
Fair for the fare of the fun the sun saw me trembling over my feet
Then a I heard the sun said would shine but not to me
Over the belief the trust faded on the words not read not saw
But all fall was a free fall witty wish under the same foreskin it glued
The bid was not like a kid but kicked, go go was not slow but all in flow
I froze not under the sea but beneath the shine of the sun and the belief.
Was not as I never knew it get shrill and weird but isn’t this way
Was mere a acquainted dot a simple existence in his simple world
More far more closer to all those in some times or many not
Pushing the high tides that came flushing from every crook
I looked at a comrade not for I knew more but knew nothing
Struggling under the streams of water looking for glare
Was looking above and the water hurried in to my eyes
All blurred sight, gasping for breath I looked again but couldn’t see
Heard something on faith and I believed the sunshine is coming
I stood, stood against the tides hoping the buff would be mine
Longed it threw it aside but the arms rose high in ache
Looked again can see the smile can feel the light over my skin
Roughly touching it the embrace lost the essence but yet was
The loud word came don’t forget I am all there for you
Caught in the moment I thought is it? The sun shining over the beach
Longed and spoke to some other tone beating the ringing tone
Was not the same a hurdle I became an obstacle for the vanity
Fair for the fare of the fun the sun saw me trembling over my feet
Then a I heard the sun said would shine but not to me
Over the belief the trust faded on the words not read not saw
But all fall was a free fall witty wish under the same foreskin it glued
The bid was not like a kid but kicked, go go was not slow but all in flow
I froze not under the sea but beneath the shine of the sun and the belief.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
the dot
Where did I began from where am I going to end, seems like a dot which was spread over the moments lived in the longest self. What counts was not where I was how it was but yet what I did mostly. Being not one and lone was not one wish but mere fear of. A fear of not being the one, being a dot was left with constraints in self, beyond the desires lays one. As we move can’t see things the same as we are not the same from the self that came, to what we grew in to fault a beautiful one.
All along all the time traveling through the lone path is not one in one but many in one and yet the dot remains to be a dot a change not happening. We see many alike but what we assume once we see it from not far they are fair enough and larger than life. We fall over it and climb over it to see the unseen forgetting it all through we were yet the dot. That a debacle of pinnacle and we tend to be surpassed with mere thoughts what one becomes when one sees someone else in themselves while being their along with the unlike likes. Yet the beauty of the tides is it doesn’t let me fall on the shore hitting me hard but carry over towards the horizons of the dusk and dawns. Perplexed I drool at it being like hallow ball engulfing me in itself seems so big. But what I am for it, mere a dot unseen unnoticed more complex form of forgotten tale.
The acquaintance of the dusk and dawn let me see myself not being myself as I changed for it not for it but for myself. As what I have become was the influence of the tides sweeping me away to the most beautiful lawn of autumns and I walk over the fallen leaves crumbling them with my feet a few or more time. Forgetting the fall which might beneath them I saw in mist and snow a bud.
Closer I got to it feel the smell of it the skin I touched the soul that I felt in me while being in it with it was accord. But not for the rose many were their like me it felt nothing and something. I never knew it touched it saw it blooming and crying as the dews came up, saw it smiling it from within throwing itself to the world or me unfurling itself more and more I thought I saw it all
The more I thought the more I collapsed in the inner beauty of it surrendering to the splendor of the great endurance. But the moment I felt I am engulfed I felt it’s an entrapment the dot I was.
The petals felling to fly high and high far away from me, as me being mere an acquaintance for none other than whom. The petals I saw were not in the closet but I was thrown out of the engulfing envelope of the life around myself all of a sudden the belief of trust for being the one turned floristic an ambiguity vouched.
Far off and close I felt from within a dot being erased for not being in acts of facts or being away from it a fault of not the dot but a clout crippling in me inside and outside. The spurt of anguish is not for the belief as its hard to fall for and yet to believe but yet I freeze under the snow the air getting warm. The distance of the closet turning away to more true though a half on the complex thought of the dot. Yet the dot is yet to fall in itself the inertia is yet to shrink it in itself.
All along all the time traveling through the lone path is not one in one but many in one and yet the dot remains to be a dot a change not happening. We see many alike but what we assume once we see it from not far they are fair enough and larger than life. We fall over it and climb over it to see the unseen forgetting it all through we were yet the dot. That a debacle of pinnacle and we tend to be surpassed with mere thoughts what one becomes when one sees someone else in themselves while being their along with the unlike likes. Yet the beauty of the tides is it doesn’t let me fall on the shore hitting me hard but carry over towards the horizons of the dusk and dawns. Perplexed I drool at it being like hallow ball engulfing me in itself seems so big. But what I am for it, mere a dot unseen unnoticed more complex form of forgotten tale.
The acquaintance of the dusk and dawn let me see myself not being myself as I changed for it not for it but for myself. As what I have become was the influence of the tides sweeping me away to the most beautiful lawn of autumns and I walk over the fallen leaves crumbling them with my feet a few or more time. Forgetting the fall which might beneath them I saw in mist and snow a bud.
Closer I got to it feel the smell of it the skin I touched the soul that I felt in me while being in it with it was accord. But not for the rose many were their like me it felt nothing and something. I never knew it touched it saw it blooming and crying as the dews came up, saw it smiling it from within throwing itself to the world or me unfurling itself more and more I thought I saw it all
The more I thought the more I collapsed in the inner beauty of it surrendering to the splendor of the great endurance. But the moment I felt I am engulfed I felt it’s an entrapment the dot I was.
The petals felling to fly high and high far away from me, as me being mere an acquaintance for none other than whom. The petals I saw were not in the closet but I was thrown out of the engulfing envelope of the life around myself all of a sudden the belief of trust for being the one turned floristic an ambiguity vouched.
Far off and close I felt from within a dot being erased for not being in acts of facts or being away from it a fault of not the dot but a clout crippling in me inside and outside. The spurt of anguish is not for the belief as its hard to fall for and yet to believe but yet I freeze under the snow the air getting warm. The distance of the closet turning away to more true though a half on the complex thought of the dot. Yet the dot is yet to fall in itself the inertia is yet to shrink it in itself.
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