I had a dream I ran and ran And ran and ran I saw something Far away like a sparkle Flickering its light Alone in the darkness Telling me to come closer My eyes opened!!! I thought I saw you I was wrong Coz' I woke up next...
Dream within a dream, how often do you have those kind of dreams?
Mirrors on wall Reflects The last layer of skin Sheds Falls under the feet Crumbles Crackling noise finally Sings The raw and naked Reveals The moment created Imprints The soft and vulnerable core Blossoms
Wooden palette and the hand Cigarette and the long fingers Black velvet, smoke and the lips Ring and the nose, flamboyance and the body Paints ... Just one color dipped deep ... Inside the empty canvas ... Words spoken and the red lips- "Yellow is the color, the true one"
Color painted on the empty canvas, this time just the true one.
I see it I see it all I see it all grey I see it all grey colored I see it all grey colored world Only through these eyes are they grey All the colors of the world turned one These eyes only see the deficient These eyes turned them grey These eyes turned them The eyes of lack I see it all Grey
What is truly mine? Thoughts and emotions, Feelings and physical self In this physical world All comprising and surrounding my life A sense I seldom overlook But deep down the tunnel when I look carefully A sense of my life overwhelms me.
Yes it is easy to overlook ourselves and our life thinking it is not ours.
Times when the spirit goes down Times when both the hands are not enough Times when hearing something good is the only craving This is the only time when the only most needed person is me For my own validation For my own inspiration Empathizing my own emotions Leaning on my own shoulders Wiping my own tears Accepting my own fears Sensing my own sensitivity Soothing myself with soft words Remembering that bad times are temporary And in this temporary time that I have Carried on and hung on with myself That I stood by myself in need That I understood myself and my needs That I build this trust with myself That I know now in times when the spirit goes down I have me always to carry on with myself.
All I have got is myself in times rough and harsh, cold and hot.
The tip of your nails on my skin Slowly grazing back and forth; The little dances of your hair Above my face with each breath in and out; A dreamlike vision, A charming creation.
Your scent and your aroma all over Lingering behind each meeting; Whenever you close your eyes Lies miles of beauty only observer tastes And when I pull you next to me Is when I realized it’s actually a reality.