With a flick of hair over her eyes,
She carves intently a mysterious art.
Like a song following the rhythm,
Fireflies move around her heart.
She drives her imagination ,
Beyond the scope of my senses.
It's a gift of the grace,
To build without fences.

Dreamweaver makes it all,
For everyone's heart and
Dreamweaver wishes it all,
For everyone's dancing faces but
Who'll give her those dreams
Who'll make her free again

I watched you live,
I watched you die.
I watched you laugh,
And I watched you cry.
Every winning moment,
Or whenever you fell.
I watched you silently,
I watched you dwell.

Learning to walk,
Again and again.
A new experience,
With every new step .
There were times,
When you lost yourself.
I watched you regain
That belief underneath.

I watched you rise,
To the extreme horizons.
I watched you stumble,
On calmest of roads.
You'll fly some day,
To the skies unknown.
I just wish I'm a thing,
You'd like to own.

I see you flying everyday,
To your huge paper nest.
You never get tired,
And never need rest.
I heard you're like us,
Maybe better.
I too have a society,
But yours matter.

Pain.

Why do we feel it?



Some days it makes you feel alive,

This is what gives a sensation of life.

But then again what is live,

And what is this that you call life.



Some days it's just another bane,

A gift of misery, brought by expectations.

But do you deserve it,

Do you need these frustrations?



Some days it's just another part

Of every moment that's passing.

And you understand its true meaning,

Just a little piece of your mind.

"relate"
One calm night,
Under a yellow moon.
Just to find some solitude,
I was wandering through the woods.
Suddenly,
I felt a presence.
It was coming close,
"what it might be?"
I wondered blindly,
As there was no one to be seen.

It said that it wanted to talk,
To come out of its loneliness.
So I sat under a pine,
Hypnotised by those voices.
So thus started its story,
A tale of true vices.

Long long ago,
In a wilderness.
It lived without a cause,
Only freedom and openness.
It was wild, it was young,
It was everything serene.
It was the way,
It was the only dream.
But you know how life works,
In mysterious ways.
It was lost in the wild,
Which once was it's home.
It was struggling in the freedom,
It was bound in its own openness.
They wanted it to dissolve,
In their new acid rain.
And it did everything they said,
Just to see their gain.

Calmness.
Serenity.
A dusty trail descending slowly.
Bright red sky burning.
Eyes on the horizon,
Mind in a rest.
Everyone is thirsty,
Everyone dead.