Fictions they said live in pages,
fighting wars and travelling seas.
But the love that failed
and the  feeling that betrayed,
arent' they fictions yet to be staged?

They said memories haunt you,
from a blink of an eye to a century that's gone by.
But memory of having a memory,
and the memoirs of their memory,
don't they crawl back in,
like a black snake inside your backbone
with an evil grin?

Striving to rise,and then
fearing to fall.
They'r detours to take a certain call.
eventually,your notion,lives with you,
forgetting,how it once flew.

Yes i loved girl
When i was too young.
When,i was naive
enough to not believe in rejection.
Yes i loved a girl
she had black hair
like that of the bounty sky.
and a pretty face
that sometimes looked like it could pry.


I belived having a big heart
and being just not ugly was enough.
but it's one of my assumptions,
that always spills over the trough.
But now i learnt,
love is just a  materialistic word.
it's not as free and mystic
that it once occured.


No  it was'nt a breakup as the say.
It was more of a perfect concoction
to ruin your faith and in the end
make you sway.

No i dont have the perfect lines today
to make the edges rhyme.
Maybe i lost it somewhere
while pondering on whether
i commited a crime.

Yes i loved a girl,
when i was too young.
when i belived i could let go and run.
Yes i loved a girl,
she was honest and stern,
but now i hope i would
make the pages to turn.

In this elastic world,
everyone gives up on this
curse undone.
some are tired looking for their
regular stone and mud.
While some tell the stories
of their possible lives
but, in the end,its all the same
desire that cries.

oh yea, you're born of love,
born of a sea,of thousand miles.
oh the stark truth, the tiny  splotch,
the undone curse.
oh when it comes,
i wanna know, when does it rehearse.

The shining faces of a million reflections,
The Lacerations of the minds not so free,
peeking from below, the city.
The song from the tree, has distracted her,
of a curios form of life,
has made its presence known.
oh she craves to look,
for that song unknown.


oh yea, you're born of love,
born of a sea,of thousand miles.
oh the stark truth, the tiny  splotch,
the undone curse.
oh when it comes,
i wanna know, when does it rehearse.

The tiny raindrops that falls
over the city, will bring  
a valentine ,and make everything fine.
oh, this is love,
a feel thats  all divine

Ennui fills me as I scratch white with black
It is not passionate emotions but words that I lack
A feeling drastically encompasses my pathos
MY scream drowned subdued and hoarse
Your black curls like the ripples in the ocean
In the endless sky and the azure horizon
Made me shift my focus from elsewhere
In the sky
Your countenance at which I stare
My last smoke is doused and has got cold
I fear that these passions will one day grow old
In the billowing smoke I see your lovely face
Yet I was never in the admirer’s race
What made me change I do not know
I do not judge you a friend or foe
If the sky does not lie with every sigh
A union which till yesterday was well nigh
Engulf Adore passionately devour
You ll find my love has no dearth of fervour.

I can read your mind,
through the prism in your eyes.
I can see the reflections that seems narrow,
and the brightness of sorrow.
The fear of mortality,
that shines in your sighs,
and detests your reality.

You've collapsed to ambitions,
losing a battle
far from the lands and
that rests in your soul of civilisation.

fight from this dread,to find a way.
fight like u do to overcome your ogre.


You might wonder at the blank sky,
that seems to choke of stars
that'll call upon u to pry.
You fear of the answer that lurks,
the questions that bite you deep,
and gives u a crunch.



fight from this dread,to find a way.
fight like u do to overcome your ogre.