Politics and gain
Oh so vain
Have I ,would become

Offender and the offended
Are they same in the game

Where's the next bend
There seems to be no end

Mixed emotions
Run through the veins
Know not any retreat

A land unknown ,
No fear lays
Unknown, it forever stays

What if End comes
Untimely
I would be Ghost Writer

just visiting
   every once in the while
                this exotic place
where dreams take shape
again

along treelines
   very near the coastal plains
                a time once where ships
had sails and lives were
placed

by visionaires
   painting psalms as true stories
               and dreams as real life
morals with plans to make
more

in the future
    as sticks and sands and
             and waders in the blue surf
lapping at ankles call the
shore

home as the sailor seeks
      his love when the sails have folded
              the salt washed in fresh waters
again a sip of barley
seek

amore'

when the world stops looking at me,
and i am ignored all the way by though flying like a bee,
okay!now see,
i apologize them all and there's no conditions left except to flee,
i now just plee,
just do not leave me.
i ask myself again ,
why was it just me?
footsteps making few sounds,
out in the world trying to cover up few wounds,
and failed and again drown,
again ****** and daunted just the world gave that kind of crown,
now what shall i do except for frown?
or like a tiger i shall pounce and eat the world measuring like a   cruel ounce,
or sit in comfortably in a perfect relaxing couch?
please some one tell me !
what shall i do when the some one just stops looking at me around.
                                                         ­           vishvi.n.aurora

Temperature dips below freezing
Feels like ice shards are cutting your skin
Jumping into a scolding hot shower
Feeling like 1000 needles piercing your skin
                As it hurts so bad
                        It feels so good
It’s like a drug,
                Warming your body,
Putting you on cloud nine,
            Making you feel oh so good....

It was a lovely frosty morning
especially fine
for November

I'm that girl who hopes to be taken by the hand
And drifted off to neverland
Leaving my worries behind me
And soaring in the sky, free

I'm that girl who waits for a prince
And a strong true loves kiss
But I don't really need saving
It's only the passion I'm craving

Im that girl who wishes to live in a Disney movie
With nature, songs, and tremendous beauty
But instead I live in a tearful drama
With blackish skies and lasting trauma

a recipe
convert ingredients
into a cake
But
can't do reverse
Coz
no recipe
from cake into ingredients
Is love an exception??
Seeing people
Stranger to Lover
Lover to stranger...