I try with my third eye to look keener,
I try to use my sixth sense to think beyond my thoughts,
I have stood behind my eyes,
And watch what my eyes see and look at,
To my amazement,
I was able to unravel the beauty behind their physical touch,
Of life,
Behind the cover,
There is more,
Beyond the horizon,
There is a land yonder,

Behold ,
He always stood,
For sometime now at a glance,
His face looked distance,
Buried in a deep unknown thoughts,
No one knew anything behind that look,
But rumour had it,
That he carried that which no man could,
Bestowed upon him was the burden of all and sundry,
But do we cry,
He beats his drum at the disposal of his hands,
He plays the guitar at the tenderness of his fingers,
Beating the dust out of her heart,
She who understands his clenching fists,
And swayed by his tunes,

Sometimes I think,
I have done the best,
The best of what I aspired to do,
But I sit down,
Reflecting it all as my small reminder,
Is then that I realize that I'm far behind,
Behind the expected and the schedule,
And I have to rewrite it again in a different script,
Filter and debug the errors into a clear pattern of it,
Into a recipe of the expected,
And put them in a humane format,
And I'm forced to admit,
On a daily basis that I'm nowhere near being smart of what I want to be,
Trying, failing, trying, falling and standing firm again,
Will see me through,
And I believe it will see me through in my forthcoming times,
In my dealings and my endeavors,
And I will be the best in my empire.
The king in my own world,

It's beautiful,
Staring at the trees swing and sway,
Dance to the tunes of the universe,
Sing humming sounds,
To the winds as they blow across the lands,
For years they have experienced it,
Yet no one knows,
How it feels to experience that,
The pain they had to experience,
The happiness they have dragged along,
The strength they had to use,
To keep them stand to their feet,
It's only them,

Like the leaves falling gently down from its branches,
Glossily walking across the hallway,
Like a stream flowing downstream in a clear pattern,
Sensation of warmth in my heart,
Is all I feel about her,
The brightest star among the bright stars in the galaxy,
Is all I see at the deepest end of my vision at the thought of her,
Beneath the ocean of my thoughts,
I can figure her out,
Bright smile, white apple shaped eyes,
Calm composure, confident and tactical in nature,
Beautiful she stands out,
So beautiful she is; she blesses me with her unique beauty,
I look at the blue sky sometime and wonder,
“Where did she come from? All this time I have been in the search for the unknown”,
She has a face of a child,
She cares like a mother and stares at me like a kid,
I Love Her.