Covering cowards fights beneath ,
Tired soul hit and hid right realists,
Glory is gone under crossroads
Gratitude had not been present,
Its still doodling its place under certain rights and wrongs,
Poping into the wild my mind still wanders about,
That great gratitude of discovery,
Cry, laugh, go wild and be mild,
Its the only truth, to thank for every thing
Even the ones we did not get,
Wander and discover the ones you lost,
In the woods and in the thoughts.
And if you find it love it because That is all that matters,
Every fight, every forgiveness and every thing you love is the sane road to peace.!
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 7:27 AM UTC
The more i look into something,
The more its ought to be shallow
Like the heart of a person that you think is with you,
Or else Like that truth you look for in your mother's eyes
I should be arriving somewhere but not here,
This place is full of same faces
So many of them
No idea of what they are upto
Thy know nothing about their little monster called mind.!
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
At first I thought that will she ever be mine
My thoughts said yes she will be
Gradual were the thoughts
Mellow was the love
Then with a gesture it all became a hipe
I wanted her, I wanted to be hers
She was the one who could hold me
She was the one who could tell me
Yes I was the one
Infinite looked the time
Gestures were getting stronger
Finally a day came when it changed
She was having chaos and the mystic answers to those chaos were only with him....
She will be yours the mind the heart whispered again and this time they were together...!
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
Awestruck was the reaction I had when I first saw you
The perfect glimpse of that perfect soul you had
I knew it will take time to accept things
Which I have inside my heart for you and only you
U are for me the most miraculous miracle
The most beautiful story and the most perfect narration that u give with that voice.....
Oh my oh my oh my God how can u be real......
The phantasmagorical creation with that zeal...!
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC
Plenty of reasons to cry but not been able to do from ages
What should I call this a fake happiness or a tried conspiracy
To just burn myself in the flames of hatred that the world is throwing at me
The heart is demanding answers
Even the heaviest of rock guitar riffs are not helping me this time to overcome the screams of the heart.
Just burning feeling is a constant
Is it all about money and possessions and degrees?
I am unable to decode these patterns.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
Emptiness created by persistent fear,
The mellow heart of little emotional sheer,
Listen to me the brain said,
But the heart was mad,
About that one touch,
The magic touch of sacred hands,
It was difficult to decide,
Who will win the war of existence,
The fear or the love of gradience,
But if it still causes mayhem in oneself,
Then it cant be termed as intelligent radiance,
I became graved once again,
All I have lost yet found everything once again,
The mind told the starbirds,
Be back the home is not far nerds
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 5:37 PM UTC
Oh! yes infinity exists
The rage that turned to care told me this,
I saw her as the light
I allowed her to ignite
She was the first
To love to care about
But deprived of her love
That he demanded in return
We shall meet somewhere out beyond
Infinity, infinity she said
But how to tell her
every thing she says defines that word,
Oh yes infinity, it do exist
The lovers shall meet there..
In less time for each other.!!
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
Well thats a use of time you think
Worth spending night for
Going places in your thoughts
Watching all time stop knot
Echoes enchanted in your ears
Colours blasted in your brain
Damaged to beauty
Edge of those pre explored corners
Everything jumps upon
Leaf to leaf, stand to stand
Trials of landed ground of prosperity
A possibility of changed colours
A realm of illuminous lights
Iridescent fights for the brightest one continues
Yet a peaceful clear view
Infinite patterns of schemes of ashes
Or the full world of tranches
Decide to take up or to take down
The way of living or the leaving.
On a scattered highway of rearranged thoughts
All was it, it was all
And in the end colours got brighter and clearer.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
Beautiful silence
And those breaths,
Had me going
All for in one,
Happy I was
In search of Constance,
The more I ran
The more It came closer,
A night , a beautiful night
With no fear
No grief, what followed
Was a deep gaol of joy,
Peace was there
And hence everything was there
That silence was the protest for some rest
To escape into the deep world of freedom
In a creative sense of thoughts
Images came, a particular manner
A pattern, which was to be broken
To release us to the ultimate.
A way Thats never ending but rhythmic.!
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC