Sun,moon,stars and you in the beginning
Everything was magical and my imagination running wild
No muscles remain aching
Every happiness was there for taking
You praised me and i flew among cranes in cloud nine
I dozed off but still found u there when m back
Until you said, I am nothing and everything in same sentence
Until you said, I trust you and where have you been in other one
Then you said many other things
Cracking my feelings just wanting to get response
I was responding in silence
Now I see .. Sun burning, moon depressing, star giggling behind my back and with you ....ending

Melodies of these place is indescribable with few phrase,
Hummingbird hovering as bee
Upon pink flowered tree,
Meadow shinning bright green,
Every weeds bearing tiny bloom,
Not a single leaves looks off scene
This is the place where lover would
forget their way and be an adventurer instead.

Its an hour past midnight
Thinking about misjudgement
How I saw you in bright sight
Must have been my fantasy
You living upto your promise and
Me not hoping to see it fulfilled

Long day was it today
I traveled, cleaned, cooked and
Scattered my cracked sentiment
Still this day is not over yet

I am trying to it fix back
To black and white
Gathering all into a sac

It keeps winding up colourful instead

Sometimes I feel so old
Like I have been here forever
Seeing same things happening over and over

And

Sometimes I feel like I am so young
Like I have all the time to figure out what's what
Discovering new things everyday

But

Sometimes, I feel exactly 28yrs old and I know that i know not enough to decide but it is still necessary to comment and have half boiled opinion.

Dry dust settling, underneath the skin
so we hoped for rain....cool and clean,
Then poured the sky, glorious mighty high
Off course scales are no more
but wet mud is sticking
on our slippers sole
So
now we pray
for
yet
another day

this gush of rush moving so slow, its almost stagnant
holding mania  within so firmly that it resembles sadness
patching up all the leaks but still couldn't stop some drops
its dragging me all over the places i have been avoiding
i am utterly far outside my zone, chill running down my bone
even distractions are now questioning "you ok? whats with your tone?"
no! leave me be, don't judge or care for me, i'll be fine
i just need some time alone with me

so i have been distracted from reality of death again
now i hope finding my way among all adding few years more
how perilous and sad you say i sound
i am but a great admirer of life
mourning of its inevitable end
then i finally understand
and came to appreciate of death too
i realize we need life to feel that too
and to really know death is every bodies' doom
we have no choice but to rejoice of this finite gift
and see to it that we lived it all and lived it well

that spectacular view of blue sky
blinding us from cold dark places
and don't we love a good lie
like "love you forever"
one of these days somebody ought to say
"lets be together till time ends us"
maybe its gloomy and not a sweet lie
and don't you love the concept of forever
we dwell on impossible longing
tasting ******* like first cigarette
lets tell ourselves new lie
we'll conquer the world with love
and in the new dawn when sun rise up
we'll be singing same song without any lose

surprised by my thoughts and stunned by my deeds
no i didn't really thought i had it in me
after things said and done i find myself here
so familiar these path i already crossed and been
i remember being baffled in trance-like state
i fear i might be waiting to be struck by ominous sky
then and only then i shall realize that i had crossed that gate
my sour mind knows no meaningful direction
my heart feels no thread of hope

no i didn't really thought i had it in me
if knowing oneself make a wise person
i hope i am little wiser now then i was yesterday
so i know i am not entirely brave or honest
i am coward and selfish to the point of blunder flaws
when i am not being all of that, i am thankful for reaching so far.

from the edge i can almost see the whole view
how wind blows hard and gently calms down
steeply ***** and seemingly non ending plains
dynamic  climates and static landscape
chameleon scenery and unforgiving dear soul

yesterday in milky way
i heard giants used to be in this world  
how enormous creature they were
even with their beastly claw
how they have fallen
yesterday in milky way
things were different and tall
now all we hear is legend
if so mighty can not be here at all
i wonder if we'll be just another legend
them digging our bones and documenting
In log  " yesterday in milky way"

no i don't  prefer  to  be  alone
its just that silence is more profound  
whenever i am around people
yes i do fear for my spirit depressing down
but i feel like i am gasping for air among others
yes i feel ridiculed by my odd deeds
but i was just being honest to myself

can i say its ok
ok to be lying down
without a sound
cause it seems you are at peace.
so what if your breath ceased
it happened to you
and it'll happen to me
so when i go
i want my lover to know
its ok my love
my spirit is at ease
do grieve
but never cease
to carry on...

did every possible things to get it
do you think if you want it?

someday i'll say:
"how calm and soothing that light, reflecting on your skin"
i'll sing of moonlight and praise the sun
but not today.
i'll tell tale of fair maiden in trouble and how she was saved
just not today.
i'll fight a glorious fight and victory'll be just another tide
its just not that day
not today.

today i just want to indulge myself and think of happy thought.
**** first, drink a beverage with my favorite meal and jolt down few more ******* in a page without having to change my pajama.

searching for funny rhyme, he couldn't stay still
rambling with words,  trying to get a humorous feel.

some he gets it right, rest without insight
funny dreams, he tries to dream every night.

consume with vigor zeal, craving for goofy comic unseen
edgy, restless, vexed ,away from blissful sleep and yet so keen.

come*   and   go   as   you   please
one  slip  at  a  time,  sinking  with  thee
i­  see  no  way  out  of  this  salty  sea
we  ­are  bound  to  be  here
and  it  seems  we  cannot  flee
so  i  hope  ­you  are  not  trying  to  drown
for  i  might ­ drown  with   *thee

its time
time to inspire
time to acquire what is require
time to achieve that dream
its time to be my own hero

one day i found HP site
i used to feel lost in here
now i am really lost
hear my plea
mend it soon please
make my haven safe again

who says resting doesn't hurt?
it slows every muscle, bone
deprive you of  every passion, eventually
your *** gets glued to comfortable sheet
and gradually begin to shrink in it
to the point that it numbs and ache
then you feel this pain
not physical but tortuously insane
you begin to think about the time
when  you wanted more
more for your soul with the hint of vanity.

who says sharing doesn't hurt?
it fully controls the tone of your voice
that moment of everything moving so slow
while the beats in your chest thud so loud
rarely that deed doesn't feel like blow
and once in a while when it just fits right
you value the existence of another being
you think of a time when
you were exclusive to yourself
how silly that notion
remaining secluded, just painting your wall.


who says its easy to advise?
well!  its not, to recollect your encounter
peeking inside and contributing insight
to recommend the best while knowing
no individual is that sincere
you think of a time when you walk tall
without  any idea of perception
with ignorant head.

whoever says whatever they say
when i contemplate those says
i would say, they were quoting others
they might have got reciting all right
but they don't know at all.

sometimes i hear you without listening
when i listen, your voice doesn't single out
and just for a moment when it does
you provoke me to  madness
letting me believe that i am walking in circle
i feel the urge to slay dragon in the midst

ITS EITHER :

i am a self centered *****
or they are too good at pitch

i am going crazy in this sinking ship
or they are seemingly decent lunatics

i am unable to convey whatever i say
or they lack comprehension , message delay.

ITS EITHER SOLO TIPTOE OR PUBLIC TALK SHOW
CAN'T BE BOTH, IS IT THOUGH?

PERHAPS,
IT COULD BE EITHER OR BOTH
PREVIOUS IS SOMETHING  I  LOATHE
BUT LATTER NEGATE POSSIBLE OUTGROWTH.

so i glued myself dreading the worst
with unwilling nerve to scratch the crust
this mystery could be blessing or curse.

this constant feeling of  inevitable doom
consumes me but they know, i assume.

so here i am
In this pickled fiasco staying afloat.
with toneless stern face they gloat.

they talk tall and taller
i feel small and smaller.

unsettling thoughts moving in whirlpool within me
i wish i could just think it off, off of me
it would be great to breathe in some free air
without having to think what am i doing.