Woven in time, kept as a  keeper of that most sacred.
            Becoming the symbol of devotion,  
though not moving always kept in the relative
surrounding. Arms woven tightly as rings of
ages are kept in the ever changing surroundings.

This is a collection of reflective knowledge,
ever growing as comprehension
            divides into fruits of a labours growth.
We are guided to grow, to flourish beyond the
speculation that makes are growth.

But  we must realize that with every fruit
that flourishes, that some will wilt and fall.
       But with each one nurtured by what we
collect from beneath our gaze,  we eventually grow.

-Trampled Under Hoof-

Thick dust kicks up from this sulfur tar,
Suffocating the fools dim enough come near,
Ultra violence breeds screams from afar,
Thunder Puncher gored on a topaz field.

Trampled under hoof,
No escape from this fate,
Wishing he was saved,
Filling up with hate.

Even mutilated by nature his fists rose high,
Thunder Puncher still has the will to fight,
Standing as the warm blood still escapes his thighs,
Bloodied and muddied, fists flying with all his might.

-Trilobite-

Ripping and tearing,
Scorching and staring,
Never with bearings,
Always out scaring.

Who is he to fear,
Violently attacking all,
Sharp as a spear,
Hand held in a ball.

Now they've all fallen,
Trilobite the victor,
Blood falling like pollen,
Death the constrictor.

1.
(Short quote)
I have legs,I wanna fly..
I don't have wings..,
But I wanna try..
I can leave everything..
But not my dreams..!


2.
(Cover)
Sometimes things can change,
But you don't  try..
Sometimes you weep alone..
Cause you are wry,
Sometimes your ego..
And self respect becomes greater than you..
Sometimes you take it as wrong..
Sometimes you just need to try..
Every situation and circumstances..
Can be overcomed..
And i will be overwhelmed..
If you say me a "Hi"..

Sometimes,you let me cry..
Cry and only cry..
For my miseries and mistakes..
Baby do you think..
I only need to die..?

Maybe You will be happy,
May that happen too..

But Till I am alive..,
I wanted to saw your charms and beauty.
The beauty which was ever mine..,

Even you didn't admit,I knew all that..
I don't know what happened and how.!

A STORMY WIND CAME AND BLEW THE ALL..! But still,sometimes when I am on the ****,everything slows down..and when I am sinking,I see a spark..far away. I don't if it's  hope. But,I know..Even if it is..you'll never Recognise it.
(It's caption) :-
Say that you love me..,
Say that you miss me..,
Say what you feel..
Say you'll **** me..
For my habits,and my mistakes..
Say that you'll slap me hard,
When you meet me..
Say that I look ugly..
Say that you'll be mine..
Say whatever it is,
It will be fine.

Say at least anything,
And I will be okay.

If you won't how will I know.
I have listened a lot by your eyes,
But you said I was wrong.
How can I be wrong again.

3.
I still remember how you had disrupted my silence..
I remember,how you had torn the papers of my copy,when we had a quarrel,
I remember,how I had cut my hand,
I remember,how you had plucked a flower.
Still remember,you used to unrooted the grass,to throw on me.
When we sat together,in the ground.
Ouch,still remember how you had bite my fingers..
When you were eating out of my hand.
I remember,how you broke the phone,
And how you smashed the bottles,

I still remember,how you had broken the flower ***,
And was still laughing.

I remember,how you fell by dad's bike,
And had broken the pass lights,
And i lied to him.,I had lost control.

I remember,how you cracked the IIT,
I remember,how you was on infinity.
I remember,how I had become less for U.
I remember,how you had come home..
And said me to treat as a friend.

I remember,how you had said to "forget you",
And termed my love as "****" .
I remember,how calmly you broke it,
And how harshly it made the sound.
I remember,how I had been numb.
Hadn't eaten by weeks,
How pointlessly i passed the streets.

4.
I miss you in the darkness,
I miss you in the  light.

I miss you being missen,
When i was high.

I miss you on the question-
"Why i am shy"..?
What's  wrong with me,
If i also loved you.

I miss your laughters and,
Well,laughing really hard. .

How hard you have been .?

The sooner we have a published SPT poetry collection
Is the sooner I have more faith in this world
It's getting darker and darker
But I will not resort to being reticent
The best people don't hold back

The shape of a heart isn't the
edges, its what collects inside.
memories of what was enlightening
brightening the darkest of times.

A singular touch, weakening the
sorrow, forefeeling the pieces that
were needing a loving touch.

Past collections that mend every
pain that was in my past.
You mould my heart...

I cant imitate the sensitivity that
your recreate with a loving touch,
But you words fill up the corners of
a heart that absorbs your every word of love.

The mind is a misuse of reflections,
we gaze upon the maddening of our
life and make order from a doddle
of randomness.

"A tree barks, still no one hears it?

We have the wisdom of moments,
but are we still infants in the scheme
of our growth. Are we still crawling,
but the illusion of us standing gently wilts.

"Freedom is a leash, getting tighter everyday,

Sleep is the illusion of time, for we wake
reliving the same day, but envision it as new.
Time is non-existent, were just a tape replaying
different moments till its overplayed then just ceases.