Life exists in small things..
Things which tie us with a string.
We never remain the same throughout..
As it is our character to doubt..
But to be infinite in the moment..
You need to fix that dent.
So that life will see you through your eyes..
And let you know where it actually lies.
So let go off of the string for once..
And don’t feel its absence..
Go crazy and feel careless..
And you will see the path is endless.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
Life as it is..
Seems so deep..
We live it as we please..
And the focus peeps..
And we dodge from it..
To hide oursleves..
We go through ****
Like ****** elves..
We think too much..
Thinking what we think is so thoughtful..
But trust me nothing comes out of it..
But you end up proving yourself a big ****** fool..
Life as it is..
Is not so deep..
We should live it as it is..
And end its seek.
Life as it is.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
There goes the ship,
The ship full of emotions,hope and pride.
Now when i dug deep into the water,
I see him floating in paradise..
His eyes whispering loudly,
Lost in the darkness,
Finding myself proudly..
I sat near the tomb,
Looking at the stone..
That crawled its way upto me..
Resited the story which was never told before..
I got it all and found myself on the shore..
Shouting at me was the sand..
And I could hear the silence..
Calling out to me in pain,
Trying to be my friend..
And I didn’t respond,
She went away quickly and never looked back..
Now when i call out to silence,
She doesn’t show..
The only thing i hear now is her echo..!!
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
The visions i saw in the dream..
Pleasantly sitting,with eyes so keen..
Flying above the thought..
Firmly holding that rewad..
Always searching for something..
He grew restless..
Pacing up the life..
dodging the death..
Saw a bird,that flew off the coast..
Leaving peace behind..
Felt a blue noise..
With wind kissing on the wings..
Surpassed the dark bridge..
Covered in fog..
Sat there in belief..
Again flew off the leaf…!!
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
The lion roars all day now..
As the pain has left him.
Which was his only friend..
He sobs alone..
And the tears meet the sand..
The tales of darkness..
That I’ve heard..
Are now brightly showing themselves.
The sand is wet,trying to console him..
But nomore does he listen..
As he sees it changing..
To red from green..
He is happy..
Atleast he sees a light..
The time has stopped itself..
As it doesn’t know where to go..
Stands still at one place..
He asks “Will there be an end to this phase ? “
The dictator also finds himself helpless..
For the first time..
The lion wants to rest..!!
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
I am committed to myself so strongly that i can’t let go off myself..
I am bound to the memories,the soul cries out for help..
No matter wherever i go..
But the memories follow..
I want to get rid of them..
Frustration takes all over the flame..
Ice melts under the tree..
and sets the water free..
I seek for a way out of myself..
Just to be..
For a while I want to loose myself..
And be like sea..
The insider has slowly died..
As a cloud caught my eye..
Now he is set free..
Flying high up in the sky..
Like a bee..
N he attained peace..!!
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
Lost again i walk through the wild..
World goes bizarre through my thoughts..
Cuz its so loud in the head..
But u can’t hear me until i let you..
Borrowed the thought which is still due…
Now when i see it again..
It stares back at me in pain..
The throwback to the memories is taking a toll on me..
Drowning in the sea of blur visions is me..
I stand on the edge of the thorn which wants to leave me..
And to bear that pain i agree..
Cuz that’s how it is..
The minutest part of my body is ceased..
The goodbyes were the only thought that met me..
And took away a part of me..
The louder is the silence now..
I’ve succeded to hang on to the edge of words somehow..
The words are a mere illusion..
Now i see them with perfection…
The world look at me in sheer disdain..
Walking through all this lost again..!!
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
There is nothing.
Its the only thing that i see..
I have conceived emptiness..
In trying to be someoneelse..
The busiest road in oneself..
is the path of thoughts.
because that’s where people often get lost.
So i’ve tried to visit it less.
There is that chaos.
Which can’t be heard..
But i feel it inside my head.
N now i perceive it like a nerd..
The fear of not being cared.
haunts me day and night..
The only moment i meet myself..
is when i am outside..!!
Now this shell asks for rawness.
As it has seen much fakeness..
The heart aches out a song..
when it sees nothingness..!!
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC