Trails are being rubbed,
New bridges are built.
Garden are full
Of fake plants without roots.

Voids of the past,
Being tried to heal,
Swords are polished,
Swords of steel.

Shields are up,
Guards are out,
Its planned and being done,
not so loud.

Yeah its fake,
So disturbed I was ,
So, I tried to figure,
The reason the cause.

Its Amongst them all,
The blacks and the reds,
And All is being done,
To be ace of spades

Yes, here the sun set,
even before it rose.
but not there, somewhere I know
somewhere where three eyed raven told,
that is where I wish to go,
where it's just me, that sun and you,
and it'll be my heaven, you know!

Everyone  adored the *******,?
his fingers had with them.
But now, his fingers bleed,
?bleed in red from the cuts he had had,
?for he plucked them hard.
?Lessons it taught him,
worth every dime.
Tuned it seems,
but still it annoyed him.
Maybe it was time,?
Time to change,? those old, rusted, strong?
but hurting strings.?
Yes maybe it is time,?
Time to cut the old strings.

With every tear drop,
Bond with one starts to perish,
With every tear drop,
Bond with other starts to cherish !!

One was always at the back,
Moved With the same pace,
Gracefully following the other,  
Trying to chase down,
To be one just like before,
To feel completely,
And have the *******.
The closer they got,
The lower they got ,
And finally they met
They met after travelling years,
Both following the other for miles,
Waited this long just to meet
And separation they feel,
They feel after the fall into sea.
So that they could rise again
To follow each other,
In search of the right one
To meet them,
Those waves rise again.
To fall and get lost,
and rise again.

In the space blue and dark,
twinkled the tiny little stars.
At door he stood,
gazed into infinity,
gazed to figure out,
the figures they portrayed.
Wet were his eyes,
satisfied was his expression,
for he knew he had chosen the wrong train,,
but right was the destination.

I still remember that dreadful time
That season !
When the sun set in shame,
The tides refused to rise,
No bird ever sang,
The rhyme of valor of warrior wise.
The leaves stopped to shed,
Every lane in the town was blood red,
Just remember how dreadful it got,
When the ice gave us warmth,
And the fire began to freeze instead.
Nights were even more darker,
Days got gloomy,
Stars never twinkled,
World was getting doomy.
The silverlight of moon,
all thought to be a boon,
also perished in dark,
as hope broke it down too, soon!
Clouds they thought
were merciful in town,
until pain and sorrow it was
which they poured upon.
Was it a reality
or the lucid dream.
Or the reality trapped me in the dream,
I never wished to be in.
I still remember when I asked it,
"Is it dream or reality?"
and he said,
"I am in you but you have always been in me!"
Yes, how can I forget,
that when it all happened
and my conscience was reason,
How can I forget that dreadful time
that dreadful season.

An obstacle they call
life's a complete package of all!!
He took a deep breadth,
stopped to see, cherish,
agitate, revolt and feel the moment!
"Oh ! My goodness. It's the sun at the horizon"
and the rise and fall of tides,
broke the pleasant tranquil at the mesmerizing seaside.
Said he "I want to go to the other side",
where no one ever reached and his tracks would be the only guide.
His footsteps gathered pace,
and he started to chase the life!
this sunset he thought to be sun rise,
and this misunderstanding was his only drive.
"Run, run fast run!"
nothing's there to look back and turn
"Should I or should i not!",he thought,
with self he initiated,his own confront.
finally, he did looked back!
and realized the waves completely perished his track!
Every step he took towards life,was like
every person he was attached, while alive
but the moment he tried to move on,
the person disappeared like the foot prints
which were long gone!

The structural spine
of every mesmerizing art,
Is to ***** what they say
and follow your heart!!

Scared, nervous and anxious he was,
For it was his first time.
He hoped for some,
courage what they call it !
He wished to be amongst those who did it in first attempt.
And Yes he was successful in his first !
and yes he gathered ​some !!
​courage what they call it !​
Some ​say​ 'life is not counted in breaths you take
But ​in moments that take your breath away'
His feat what he'd like to call it,
did the same!
took away ​others' breath..
​ ​And his own​ Want​ing to chase his dream was his only fault.
No one ever​ understood this untill he wrote
 " I Quit !" on his walls ….

At, twelve he wasn't just a boy, ahoy!
Stout cute tender, was he the boy, ahoy!
Moments before he met someone who was not a boy ! Ahoy!
Skipped a beat or 2, the heart ! Ahoy!
Blue gown it was and indeed the smile, which blushed the boy ! Ahoy!
No wonder the boy found his Helen of Troy! Ahoy!
For the world seems to be only her, it was love what he felt the boy! Ahoy!
The horsemen gathered around her, from nowhere came the Roy ! Ahoy!
Grabbed her wrist,
When she tried to resist,
She cried for help, but the boy ! Ahoy!
But the boy, couldn't utter for he was stupefied, for whence he saw her die, with his own eye!
The twilight saw two souls die! Ahoy!
The anger, vengeance isn’t kid’s toy! Ahoy!
Craved for the head of the Roy, the boy, Ahoy!
Desired for the blood of Roy, the boy, Ahoy!
Vengeance gathered courage, foots stepped towards the Roy! Ahoy!
**** the Roy was what he knew, the boy, Ahoy!
Foots gathered pace, faster, faster echoed in mind of the boy, Ahoy!
THUD!  Tranquil was in the ambience, no sight of joy!
Scream of boy broke the ice! Made turn around the Roy! Ahoy!
For the boy was soaked in blood, was shot in heart by the guards, boy! Ahoy!
The Roy was stunned to hear the boy cry, for he uttered the last phrase, the boy! ahoy!
“ you’ve killed me twice Roy!
You killed me twice same night, Ahoy! ”