There is sight, but no insight
There is light, but it's not that bright.
Brain says good night,
Finding myself in a sorry plight.

Shut myself in a cocoon
Body and mind out of tune
Confusion and ignorance attune
Didn't think it'd happen so soon

Closed my eyes to see the colors dance
Felt the nerves going in a trance
Unaware of the surroundings
Flew with the my newly found wings.

One deep breath and thoughts die away
The warmth of the lips forgets the fray
Smell of liberty heartens the soul
Mind opens the door to the ultimate goal

As I exist without control
I feel my fingers burn like coal
Sense come back with a drum roll
Nicotine rushes in like a parasite.

A Perfect World!

As the sun shimmers the cloud... appears you with a shine of light...
It's going to be a beautiful day Madam...as I see.. An Angel just its presence... bright...
I love seeing that smirk on that beautiful face...how lucky am I.. to see that beautiful sight...
To Life... To Love and To Care... for you.. nor do i see distance... nor any unreachable height...

I don't see any signs of pains... neither do I hear any chants of anguish...
I see a full presence of hearts... and an innumerable souls and wishes to cherish...
The World Is a playground without boundaries... and we never get too old to be too childish...
This is To the day that starts and ends with a playful smile... and to smile...for everything that comes along with...

A helpful hand when needed one... and an extra pair of legs when wanted to walk along with some...
people that never leave when their time has come... isn't it wonderful to see... a wish come alive when asked for one?...
One doesn't need to beg for food...or lie to see happiness is some...
To those wishes that were left for wishes to be wished... and to those screams that left a few songs...unsung...

Why try to outdo others when you can outdo yourself as a human...
Look at the brighter side of you...when you are agonizing a soul just to have some fun...
Leave the life to be unexpected... but its your choice to tag along with it... when it takes the wrong turn...
To the tears that didn't get the care to dry... and to those arms who were left unheeded...life is bitter than its literal terms...

A "Perfect World" may be a illusive presence of mind that could never be in the realm of human reality...
As a Man runs from problems to wars and to crimes and to mischievous and finally to cruelty...
He forgets that the real problem is The Man himself, But...what could be done to apt his morality?...
Try to be a better human than you were yesterday... and see how that dream turns into a sheer...reality...

I love you like the sun in the sky
Or maybe how a bird is destined to fly
Even more than a mother loves her child
Or all the animals running in the wild

A petal to a rose
And everyone knows
It's more that just love
Soring around like a white turtle dove

Tears for joy and tears for pain
It's like standing out in the hot summer rain,
It's more than the sound of your sweet gentle name
More than a predator loves its game

Words can't sum up the way that I feel
But I'll definitely say
These feelings are real
And as Sent from above
I'm here to give you my undying love

So in closing my dear
I pray I've made it rather clear
You mean everything to me
My sweet heart can't you see
I can't get enough of your endless touch
Oh my sweet baby, I love you so much!

Plant becomes a tree as it grows
But you never know..
Child becomes a mature
But you never know..
Day slides to night
Infront of your eyes
But you never know..
Changes reflect so bright
As life moves from left to right
But you never know..
All you know is
Change is permanent
With no government..
But in your profile
Its loss or profit..
Which you never know...

Nobody cares about the leaves
Nobody cares about the falling leaves
The fallen leaves.
Nobody notices their intricate ballet
The way they twirl and float
Pirouetting down in a delicate spiral
Resting momentarily on the earth
Until a higher calling shoots them up again
The stronger the storm the higher they fly

Nobody cares about the leaves
Nobody cares about the browning leaves
The lifeless leaves.
Nobody notices their steady transformation
The way they live and die
Draining themselves of colour and vitality
As they gift us their lives, for ours
Tiny miracles of time encapsulated
Into a carefully crafted masterpiece

That nobody seems to care about.

Nobody cares about the leaves
Nobody cares about their pretty little lives
Nobody cares about their pretty little deaths
Their petty little lives, their petty little deaths.
No. Body. cares.