Letter

When the sky had broken into its disillusioned fragments,i was born.And since then a clock has broken in a far off land to remind me of timelessness.This city of pain has thorns to offer and roses to confide into.The green of your eternalness has induced smoke and filtered a bunch of me.My hair has lost its color and my skin has becomes someone else's..

This tune,yes this one! reminds me of you and everything around me is translated into a more lost space..

oh and i remember your eyes,weeping ecstasy.i was done with so much hapiness,remember? i also gave you hint by losing an ear,an eye and a couple to reactions.

I have transformed into a demon,beacuse it pains.

This overcasted sky is secretly weeping..and all the smiles that i had borrowed from you were to keep you happy

Remember?

i did not know of your held up feet
i knew of you,through my recurring defeat

i had sung in your screams,remember?
to lose a tune to make one of my own
and then left,to the leftouts

you had woken up to the taps
and filtered my smoke,
and to all the tunes,you splashed a green.

you had questioned me,remember?
through the cup that you held
through the grass under your feet

i was struck,and ever since lost
to the irresistable gardens of your storm

and the bang you woke me up to,remember?
my cold feet spoke to your dry lips..
..and never met.

Follow

Come to me in your rugged attire
Show me what it is to be fragnating

Chose no perfect words
Give up on yourself
Feel hopeless
For ,once in a blue moon
We see the sharp wrecked stone
Hunting for hurts
Preparing to unburden,the filth.

Unhear
Unsee..
..and don’t look at me.

Am no man’s wonder..
..am the Eternal sun.

Rub your cold heart to the fumes of despair
But don’t surrender yet.

Think of me as two
Keep any one.
Don’t think of me
And keep me none.

Do all that
But don’t do this, yet.

Show me both the ways
But let my sky be.

Resist no word
Imagine stones.

Cuddle no dolls
Shower no warmth

Suffer again,this insane pain
And ..thank me.
For, I configure Gods
And chase them to you.

END

shall leave

This dance is the joy of existence

Happiness

It didnt need a title,damn!

Thank you

..and I always thought it was because of me

This Sunlight.

Go Away.

At times she cannot talk,and other times she refuses to talk..and other other times,the time ceases.
Fortunate are those tongues that are able to confess a million times the same things..but well..her disablities are her last resort.
Keep your sails lows and curiosities high.For in any case,she will pass by.
I hope you dont hear her footsteps,for while being noisy they can ruin a few of your ways.They can make them look,ideally nothing.
And then please dont weep and sigh.She will anyway,pass by.
She comes, to go.
She stays, to know.
She smiles and forgets to cry....because between the two, you just passed by.
She will adore you,and then kill you..softly.
She will smell of jasmine,but will never be a cure for your pain.
She will see what you show,but will always have the same thing to see.
She will be you for a while,and then will forget to get back to her.
She will seem to understand,but will still make you feel terribly speechless.
But please let her pass by anyway,for her feet have ceased to contain the pauses you throw.

Shapeless

Something along with him had got a desperation for clarity.Admist the smoke she found a place to lie down and the warmth of the dim lights were usually addictive.She spoke of the same things,and each time she spoke her faith in the same-ness got more firm.The smell of the smoke took her places she didnt have a memory of.After that she again spoke of the same things.In this Divine space,Gods meditated.They only let their hairs down and hands up.., smoke securing the tenderness of the truth.
A grey blurted.
White-ness followed.
And the smoke kept both of them mysteriously same.

Memoir:

Madness too mad to surrender!

Madness too mad to surrender!

Rain ramblings.

Rain had damped her and the air as usual had left her breathless.Something twinkled..yes,it was the same thing. Her sweet compulsions were dripping of fresh somethings.The dull colors of the morning had given her the perfect shades to color her quest and desperation,that looked same at that moment.May flowers tickled.Her smoky gown stretched skywards,little by little.It was a new world,newer than a hundred facts that she always refused to believe.Bliss sighed.Time overtook..gracefully.

Trigger and the urgency..

'You owe this to yourself too'was spoken out of conviction and the rightly placed faith,that could trigger a life.

There is a unique lyricism in the way he speaks.Something of the sort that does not rhyme,yet making each word a tune in itself.The slowness wrapped with frank rigidity,and the sounds of confusion in the voice, confirming his human-ness and otherwise ..the eternal noise.
While the closed eyes tried to protect the truthfulness of his voice,the ears heard heavens swinging in bliss.And the wind blew harder,chilling the soul yet setting ecstasy free.

There was silence..finally that spoke of timelessness and our perfect encounters with voicelessness.

In the heat of sounding right i was taken aback to save some doubts.The doubts that came from faithlessness,to induce the urgency of establishing faith.

He chuckled and smelled of a ripen ego.

She Exists

She did things with certain certainity ,like putting all her senses into it and making it look,ideally nothing.And then her eyes turn unusually more brown.

Despite the noise,her silence was almost killing everything around.She was aware of the echos and the little noises that came from the transperency of the moment.She held herself in the blurrness and the comfort of the unkeptness.There was were she suffocated life and the pauses she couldnt understand.

and when the moments bruise at the pretty insights, (that is thoughtfully a dream)..i scream of something else's something..and then, a story begins.

between them is another story to make to disbelieve of the many stories I percieve,and among them you die..like joking to yourself about life..and then you are awake..to realize its a cold morning,and nothing really warms.

and when in a haste i tremble at those jitters..

..i live well.