Life exists in small things..
Things which tie us with a string.
We never remain the same throughout..
As it is our character to doubt..
But to be infinite in the moment..
You need to fix that dent.
So that life will see you through your eyes..
And let you know where it actually lies.
So let go off of the string for once..
And don’t feel its absence..
Go crazy and feel careless..
And you will see the path is endless.

Life as it is..
Seems so deep..
We live it as we please..
And the focus peeps..

And we dodge from it..
To hide oursleves..
We go through ****..
Like ****** elves..

We think too much..
Thinking what we think is so thoughtful..
But trust me nothing comes out of it..
But you end up proving yourself a big ****** fool..

Life as it is..
Is not so deep..
We should live it as it is..
And end its seek.
Life as it is.

The visions i saw in the dream..
Pleasantly sitting,with eyes so keen..
Flying above the thought..
Firmly holding that rewad..
Always searching for something..
He grew restless..
Pacing up the life..
dodging the death..
Saw a bird,that flew off the coast..
Leaving peace behind..
Felt a blue noise..
With wind kissing on the wings..
Surpassed the dark bridge..
Covered in fog..
Sat there in belief..
Again flew off the leaf…!!

The lion roars all day now..
As the pain has left him.
Which was his only friend..
He sobs alone..
And the tears meet the sand..
The tales of darkness..
That I’ve heard..
Are now brightly showing themselves.


The sand is wet,trying to console him..
But nomore does he listen..
As he sees it changing..
To red from green..
He is happy..
Atleast he sees a light..

The time has stopped itself..
As it doesn’t know where to go..
Stands still at one place..
He asks “Will there be an end to this phase ? “
The dictator also finds himself helpless..
For the first time..
The lion wants to rest..!!

I am committed to myself so strongly that i can’t let go off myself..
I am bound to the memories,the soul cries out for help..
No matter wherever i go..
But the memories follow..
I want to get rid of them..
Frustration takes all over the flame..
Ice melts under the tree..
and sets the water free..
I seek for a way out of myself..
Just to be..
For a while I want to loose myself..
And be like sea..
The insider has slowly died..
As a cloud caught my eye..
Now he is set free..
Flying high up in the sky..
Like a bee..
N he attained peace..!!

Lost again i walk through the wild..
World goes bizarre through my thoughts..
Cuz its so loud in the head..
But u can’t hear me until i let you..
Borrowed the thought which is still due…
Now when i see it again..
It stares back at me in pain..
The throwback to the memories is taking a toll on me..
Drowning in the sea of blur visions is me..

I stand on the edge of the thorn which wants to leave me..
And to bear that pain i agree..
Cuz that’s how it is..
The minutest part of my body is ceased..
The goodbyes were the only thought that met me..
And took away a part of me..
The louder is the silence now..
I’ve succeded to hang on to the edge of words somehow..
The words are a mere illusion..
Now i see them with perfection…
The world look at me in sheer disdain..
Walking through all this lost again..!!