She ,
Comes quite while in morning
And ghosts quiet...
in chaosed evening
Like she lost way her around
-hunting
For a rat while rushing.

She lays her paw over harbour
Looking for her way out,
And disperse her self more quiet
Her eyes glows but light lost
While,
She eats the city with her
White paws.

Cheers !
drink of our success.
(Clink)

Don't you think , we had a blast this time ,
(Breathed laugh)
- we did.

Where should we go now , rick.
It's getting cold in here,

Barely,
keeping up
with this single beer...

-I know ( in a muffled voice)

I keep fighting day and day
My eyes are getting rhumey,
What about you ?

- I am just fine( irritated).

You know thanks a lot ,
for yesterday,
I don't know what happened
If you weren't there for me
I don't know,
Maybe...
I was dead.

-No it's fine,
A day another...
With living
,is better
Than a dead another
(Drunk)

You are right,
Definitely is right
Maybe I should helped
Maybe I could fight.

- no it's fine,
but it's almost daybreak,
Few hours before it's too late
Or else I will break ..
(Laughs)

You can make jokes while
Drunk , man (laughs too ) !

A harsh reality, too deep in holdings,
The words of which echo the roles—
Subtle as atoms, pure as souls,
Roles the shadows quietly display.

Savour the taste of nothingness,
The dry throat between those eyes,
The empty light or darkness shined—
Fascination of dreams in such details,
Where shadows of light and dark are displayed.

The dream so big, the world made up,
Reality or fake—it’s what I craved for.
The woven quality of imagination and intrigue,
Curling of eyes like silky hair,
Exploring the world that was made up.
Ah, the smell of memories that
Wove dreams in my mind—
Fake or real, it’s what I’ve loved till now.

Oh, the touch of sweetness
Began in my lungs,
As I breathed the blood made of thoughts.
I began to move, walk a distance,
And fall with the vigilance of love untouched.
Oh no—it’s looking at me,
The string to the fabric of the goal to my heart.
As I stood, I loved the way
You curled up in my book of life,
Belonging to the love you weaved up.

As I called to the deep sense of my heart’s humour,
I found you—especially when I
Turned on the glow.
Oh, never needed that—
You, yourself, a crimson flow.
I needed that devotion, those connections.
I said it—your fragrance
Is what I have been waived by.
The reason of my existence lies in your heart.
Say it aloud—
Are you just a shadow in the world of intrigues,
Or in the tapestry of our emotions?

I like the way you kiss me—
In my heart, the swings that
Made me now are yours.
Ah, those lips of your pupil,
They saw the heart skip its beat.
Your home is now something
That has fallen for you—
In the very soul of you.

The meaning entwined—
You are light, then I am photon.
This world can’t slow down our motion.
The rules that were made were meant to be broken,
But the string to those meanings
We’ve woven—
That can never be broken.

All that was meant to end
Never started.
It just resides.
Whoever you are—

No..
it’s just me.
My soul bisects the identity of mine,
My loving nature, my mind,
Woven in the memories
Of light and dark.

As a catalyst, I have fallen for myself—
The dreams of my mind,
The shadow bestowed,
The heart instilled,
The taste of you,
The fragrance of eyes,
The empty light and dark that shines.

Oh, myself—
I love you.

He holds a blade in his hands
( A sharp and thinner )
Will he cut his own finger
Or will he cut another

He is been told -Past & Now
He is been scolded - Past & Now
( First for use, Now for the Plough)

"Oh , he went to hurt another?"

(The blood is crusted on his nails
And blade !)
Now will he wash off the blade
to tell If
He cut his own finger
Or did he cut another

He swings the blade
And dried off
And then,

He said " she was the target"

And
She had a blade
She said calmly
" My blade is blunt & so I
evade"

(The boy remembered what they told
They said everyone lie and they pretend
But he thought she was different
And didn't defend

He said "hold my hands"
She looked smiling,
And had her hands lend
She swirled her fingers
And blades with them,

She stabbed her blade
In his fingers
As she said "The end"

He got up and walked away
And In the forest,
He soaked his own blood
On the blades and then
walked away)

They asked him
Did he cut his own finger
Or did he cut another

He replied
" She was strong and had a big
Shiny blade "
" She lied that it was blunt
And she may evade"
" Though I knew she was lying
And so I fought her with my own
Blade"
" She stabbed me twice but
I prevailed"

They remarked him ,
For that he cut a finger another
And gifted him a new blade,

He spent his days in regret
Scratching the blade
And with his nails
( Becoming ****** and erased)

He was proud for the new blade
He thought it will make him
Anew and remade

But

whenever he saw it
It made him recall
"The smile of the girl
And The lies in her swirl".

I was waiting for your arrival,
& I saw many faces along.
Each time I hoped it's yours,
I waited minutes but it felt
Like hours long,

I waited
and waited until
I looked away.

You suddenly came inside
the gate,
How could you do so fast?
When I just tilted my head,
And as in front of my eyes,
I stared you for so long,
But it ended so fast..

And when
I blinked my eyes
You faded away.

I looked onto everywhere,
But you got mixed,
in all those faces
That I never wanted to see...

I only this moment
Felt , my eyes , betray.

I carved your body
In my skull,
As you were you walking
By my left side,

And I am happy that my
Left eye was okay.

With the pause,
I titled to my left side,
and that was the time ,
When I blinked my eyes

I knew it was the last time.

I putted my head between
My arm's crest,
As the withering drops
Caused the tear to almost
Flow out , but in the end
It oozed out a little..

I was lucky that wind was
Flowing array.

An emotion or an illusion?
When you think, you are.
When you want, you can.
When you don’t—can you?

A state or a fate?
Do you decide it, or not?
Is it in your mind,
or beyond thought?

Is it materialism or a bond,
a lasting memory of years along—
a friendship, a relation, an achievement,
or nature’s quiet appreciation?

Is it real, or is it fake?
Something defined, or something I make?
A gaze into eyes,
or a stare at the stars?

If it is peace,
does it shine in the night sky?

Is it beautiful, or merely calming?
Cool or exciting—does it differ for all?
A claim to most,
or the worst of all?
Found in small things,
or in things that are not?

A sip of coffee in the cold,
or a cool breeze in summer’s warmth?
Is it in birth, or in death?

Up until now, more or less,
if I am in confusion,
so are you.
Asking yourself—
What is happiness?