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My mind lately is a jumbled mess of thoughts.

A giant spider web sprawling into different directions.

This not so sturdy spider web wavers in the wind.
When the moon retires running her length
the river lies a fishbone on the white plate
feebly breathing like the slosh from oars,
the shadow digs a hole in the bush.

The faintest chill rattles don't escape
and the chatters dull as broken notes,
the shadow picks up from the mist
with the intent of an absorbed dreamer.

The gold diggers in that forbidden land
filter their preys keen to fill some more
from the mines lining the grey riverbank
with each reap a little closer to attainment.

The precise compass weighs the measure
tightening the muscles into a symphony
for that climb onto the ****** in one spring
before stealing the stilled, deep into silence.
I was fire set upon
A bed of wood to flicker on.
The steady feed of brush and bark
Kept me ablaze to stay the dark

And yet at once, a time before
An oil fueled my cobalt core.
So mindlessly, I did consume
All things before their buds could bloom.


Further back, beyond that burn
I reveled in to quell the yearn-
There was chill that eddied forth
That ushered in the wind from North.

My fires faltered needfully
And lapsed into a harmony,
That warmed us both without the threat
Of razing us with hot regret.
My dearest loneliness!!
Some say you are my disease,
While some say the happiness of my life you will decrease,
Some say you are the dark spot on the moon,
& some say you will end me completely very soon,
But they don't know,
That you are the only one who make me accept my mistakes,
& never listen to my excuses,
They don't know,
That you are the morning for the rising sun,
& the evening for the setting sun,
You are the voice of my heart,
You are my part,
You are my introspection,
& you take me away from all the tensions,
You are my best friend,
Whom I know will be with me till my end....
Meet my best friend - My loneliness!!
Something for you dear on behalf of "friendship day"!
Your loneliness is what you make it, if you accept it as your weakness then it can lead to your destruction & if you take it as your strength, it can lead you to that side of the golden door...
See those birds have come out of their hidden homes,
The sun had made hidden hills out of the mist,
& the birds have awoken the trees by singing sweet song in it's ear,
But I'm unable to see any life here,
Here in the world of humans,
I can see only the robots,
The robots working like machines,
The machines fueled with some food & water,
The machines busy in making money,
The machines away away from this scene of harmony,
The machines with eyes & fingers busy  on their mobile & laptops,
& with a thought to see themselves on the top,
See the birds have ended the song,
The hills are covering themselves silently in curtains of mist,
The tired sun is hiding bit -by- bit in the blanket of sky,
& look at these machines,
Still living life in a lie...
The moon is singing the song of peace,
& the stars are dancing,
Yet here is no symbol of life!!
These machines are yet shutting themselves in a rife...
This is what happening with us all, we are no more humans, but are machines, we are the robots working day & night, without having a look at our life....
Summer days and heatwaves
Sweat pouring down our skin
Working hard no time to rest
From the time the day begins.

Bailing hay without a shade
Not a single cloud insight
Gathering all the barely corn
We work until the night.

we have a little hideaway
A place down in the vale
Its where we drink some scrumpy
Along with beer and ale.

We while away  an hour or more
Depending on how we feel
We rest and take it easy
No sound from the tractors wheel.

Now tomorrow is another day
Our work load it will keep
We may be striming hedge grows
Or we may be shearing sheep.

But we really are not bothered
We've been farmers far too long
We carry out our dutys
And sometimes with a song.

Our lives are hard but simple
We are living the country life
Away from the city and the fumes
From cars and such alike.

You see we have this hideaway
A little place down in the vale
So come along and join us
At the end of a farmers day
Feeling the affects of the British heatwave
Made me feel just how  it must  be for the farmers with all the heat.
She thought she had
gone deaf to the
sound of the
hissing flames that
guided her path, then
suddenly...



God shouted.
A bad memory is like a nightmare
Totally unexpected
A distasteful virtual abyss
It is the good memories
With which we overcome
Randomly welcomed and savored
It is like a soulmate for life
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