When I run into a doubt,
I climb upon my chariot of thoughts.
Wild,Free,as a man could ever or dream to be,
pace astounding,never to cease,
circulating till it lasts,and bringing me at peace.
as I wander aboard this very dream,
one thing I heed every time it seems.
All my thoughts sprout viciously apart,
only to merge into a singular part.
And when I realize this,
My mind sinks into a vast pool of singularity,
Humbled by its simplicity and in praise of the almighty,
Who always hints that we all come from one and will merge into one..
When the said day comes.
So why thou dost live apart?
Shrinking into days monotony,
When being one could be a ne'er ending  symphony.

The whole human misery goes around and around,
it searches for the love ,
which has seldom been found.
Love itself searching him for a while,
both going round the periphery,
never able to smile,piteous !

Take time,stop,look and feel...
it is closer than you can possibly conceal...,
take a moment,look behind...
for the one you were searching for ,
has always been sublime.

Beneath your breath and your very smile,
close thy eyes ,feel the warmth,
her touch beneath your skin..
savour it a moment,that sensation of ting!
because a moment is all that a man can have,
on this planet of misery and love at the same time.

She liked throwing stones at seagulls,
at a shore where water was green,
and waves coming from so... far,
that you would have to wait for it,
and so they did,the waves..
they always came back,sooner or later.
And she would just stand,throwing stones,
at ones who seemed to enjoy the majesty of ocean,
and she couldn't,because she feared the waves would carry her away;
thus,standing,throwing,screaming..hurting others,
cowering beneath her fear,
frowning over her own inability