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Idonotexist Jul 2014
Random scribbles encompass
the journey of emotions into words.
Thoughts meander through ,
the corners of mind and my fingers
move too slowly.
Yet,
sometimes silences can
penetrate deeper than words
or even actions.
To dwell within it
in absolute nothingness
only in company of all
for an instant and to resonate
in the vibrations
that break the barriers
I spiral down into
oblivion of freedom.
Idonotexist Jul 2014
There was a little boy
he did not prefer any toy
living in dark corner of an alley way
for him, weekend, festival was any other day.

Early morning the empty space
gets filled up with a sea of faces
who walk around in search of more
occupying the mind of the boy, making it sore.

(all alone his mind gets tainted as he observes.)

Fueled by greed all travel very far
In search of a more powerful car.
Lack of time only moving by flights
In ******* of sort getting into, mental fights.

Trapped in hoardings, advertisements,propaganda
Confuse lust for love, set up traps, new agendas.
send love and flowers through net and phone
end up broken hearts, breaking homes.

Sense of false practicality, work through the night.
Take a trip, caffeine sip, forget to turn of the light.
In want of time, give up leisure
trapped in insidious prisons, suffer mental seizure.

walking on the tight rope, never to relax at all
Unknowingly unacknowledged, take a beautiful fall.
And  imagining, standing tall
and lining up innocents against the wall.

The boy observing this everyday with his wandering eyes says
" lights from the traffic, blind my eyes
  obscuring me from the starlit sky.
  I am one of the faces in the hungry seas
  Every moment to survive, I must seize
  and yet I long to enjoy the cool serene breeze
Idonotexist Jul 2014
The beautiful blue eyed
doll lying emotionless
can not talk to me
and you are not
that doll .
yet
every time I see her
extinguished memory fragments
glow again and tears appear magically
flowing endlessly within me
I am a cry baby
aren't I?
Every night in the moon
I see
a brown mare leap
to high five the stars
like those glances of yours
which still mystifies me
Now
I am at loss of words
In a trance, under the spell
So
Is this love's monologue?
A deep slumber
I shall never wake up from
completely fallen deep into
the eternal pool of love
placing my trust on you
what spell must I chant
to break through
to you
The perfect thing
that would bloom
the bud in you
riding blindly in the
vehicle of hope
in circles in search of
that one expression
which will catch you and
me unaware braced by instincts
into eternity but
for now
its only silence
Idonotexist Jul 2014
Silently,sitting among her friends.
There she was,
a Cuckoo in a Crow's nest.
Silently, away from the common banter
Unknowingly, acting as an enchanter.

I sat in a trance, at the opposite end.
Sipping black coffee.
Our glances met for a millisecond.
But lasted an eternity.

Trance was broken by some unknown force.
A dark shadow crept in.
Venomous Serpent raised its hood.
Dragged deep into the ravines of self doubt
Perhaps, Stirring in the body not the soul

Is it just hormones?
Is it just Lust?
Should i wait some more?
Or submit to her arrest?

I looked across, She was already gone
Disappointed, I was but not for long
She came back, a sense for concern
a slight distortion to her beautiful face

Attractive pull suddenly stronger.
I wonder why?
She held a wounded pup
With a pearly tear in her eye.

Now within her, I saw a rising sun
Overpowering dark shadows within me
armed with bright light
of love

Words can not express but it was magic
I began to hear a soothing music
Everything began to rhyme
Suddenly she looked into my eyes
I knew it was time

Time to stand-up
Time to meet
Thanks to the cute pup
I shall follow my heartbeat
Idonotexist Jun 2014
Another story begins
in the morn
Under the lonely sky
We are the invisible stars
as the light gets brighter
We cease to exist
and in the night
when you see us
to pass your judgement
You Fail too see us
as of now
But only our distant past.
Idonotexist Jun 2014
Swirling flower torn
apart, from the tree,
by the gentle wind,
falls into the heap
of trampled flowers,
which lay forgotten,
waiting for fleeting time
to slowly, consume
them into oblivion.
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