i love the solitude ;the pregnant silence
i love the loud sands ;the boastful daisies
i love to walk on beach;not to play with waters
         just to see the sun ,the sand and the souls
i am tired of explaining it
i am tired
                    tired of the elements that made me frown
when i saw my reflection ;
when i felt the questions
so there it is
i am tired

Met you through the indigo letters
no trace of pretense no speck of doubts
you wore you and i me
the plans and aims our claims everything shed down
cocooning ourselves in the quilt of old dreams and new memories
just them letters by our side
no realty no facts .
even now i wonder
howwas it that ;our night was warmer than any day anywhere

hidden beneath the contemptuous blubber
ears muffledto calls of "delilah"s they yelled
the trees the benches ,the symbols, the paperplanes ,alphs betas .....
and you
i see them all
the trees you look at when you are  irritated; through the stained windows of politics class
the bench you sit on with an obtuse misty veil over your eyes
the symbols you drew on the chem text book
halo of nihilistic delusions you wear

i wonder who see through your rock hard pretenses
wonder who will catch you be the the pearl

(hope u will make this the proem to ur story)

they gave her a scarlett letter
and she didnt hide
she showed it off
(wanted to steal away their preconcieved prejudicial contentment)

what is the colour of my blood
i see red and it reminds me i have a life to live
i see crimson reminding me of my responsibilities
i see dark bright and spreading red and it tells me of
               the history it want to imprint

i gave you a hand
you gave me a glance
i gave you a rose
you gave me a smile
i gave you my heart
you gave me  a kiss
no more can i ask
for nothing more i have