Distracted thoughts, unhinged
Realities of multiple soft whispers,
Unstable voices rattle in bone.

I have to wonder why
Why I feel bad telling you what's on my mind
I can't really help what I feel
I know it's not part of my appeal
I don't like the thought of you and her
Well not just her, any her
But I have always thought she was gorgeous
More outspoken than me, but not flawless
Most hers are

I can't help I'm insecure
I know you love me
Say it more?
As much as I wish I could read your mind
I can't always see it in your eyes

Having my brother tell me sent my heart pacing
My anxiety racing
Did you feel you had something to hide?
Or was it just not on your mind?
Were you trying not to make me mad?
Because instead you just made me sad

I love you more than my heart can bear
I don't want you to feel like you can't be friends
But I'd rather it if I was there
Or maybe you could tell me she was there
Instead of me finding out through somebody else
It hurt me more than I'll ever tell

Seeing that look in your eyes
I couldn't help but apologize
I can't help the way I feel
Maybe you should tell me why I have nothing to fear
Doesn't anything bother you?
How can I help you understand
What's going on in my head
Is out of my hands

Billows arise and the roar resonates
Vivid scarlets desiring to dance
Gazes morphing into perilous spears
Irises directed at the delicate lifeline
Another, take another deep breath
Hush your throaty screams
Tighten the shackles of your demons

How exciting it must be
To sit and talk and talk at me
And never hear a nervous squeak
When they should want to leave.

I know the process that you think
The way you throw the kitchen sink
That leaves both minds upon the brink
I'll really have to leave, I think.

And so I stay three hours more
As you follow us from store to store
You talk and talk, it is a bore
I will soon leave, of that I'm sure.

You force your thoughts on us again
You don't know but you speak up then
Half and half so much you spend
So I will leave or 'round the bend.

My heart is beating in my chest
My feet are sore, far from their best
I need to have a long, long rest
Oh my, I am so glad I left.

There they go again.

Chirping, ranting, shrieking annoying noise.

Too loud she was doomed with silence,

With a bitter tang she insists to ignore.

The one was named fear

The other was unknown

The one was named sadness

While others hid in dim.

But courage persisted

Together with hope.

They fought with the whisperer

Who utters too strong.

She hides behind the curtain

Which she called beam.

Aside from her bruises

Piercing roughly through bones

She now carries a deep burden

In a bewildered, baffled form.

Tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya ,
Tujhme khoye hain hum es kadar ki,
apna nam pata bhi bhula diya,
Jawane Se chhupa ke ki tujhse mohabbat ,
Par tune mujhe jawane se hi begana bna diya,
Tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya....


Tere intezar me har pal ji raha hu ghut ghut
ke,
kaha chali gayi ** sanam tum mujhse ruth ke,
ab to jine ka sahara hain bus teri ye yadein,
Soch kar biti baton ko nam ** jati hai meri ye
aankhen,
Teri wafawon ne mera sab kuchh jala diya,
tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya. ..


chalti raho me tujhe dhundh raha hoon,
chand taro se tera pta puchh raha hoon,
tune mere dil me ek jagah bna liya,
tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya....


mat dena dhokha tum mujhe pyar me
ai sanam nahi to tut jaunga,
chhod tumhe mai es duniya se chala jaunga,
laut ke phir mai kabhi na aaunga,
tere esk me maine teri har kamiyo ko bhula
diya,
tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya. ..


yaadon ko teri  Manish  likh raha apni kalam se
es tarah ki,
teri nafrat ko bhi usne amrit bna diya,
tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya,
tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya....

Bouncing
An orange ball
Repeatedly against the floor.

Fake left.
Run right.
Pass.
Reverse.
Shoot.
Miss.
Rebound.
Repeat.

We must all be mad,
For we are doing
The same thing,
Over and over again,
And expecting a different result.

Lose the ball.
Run down the court.
Fast break.
Sprint.
Shot blocked.
Run back.

We run ourselves
Out.
To put a
Big orange ball
In a small white net.
And love every minute of it.

Back on offense.
Call the play.
Set a pick.
Roll to the basket.
Get the ball.
Shoot.
Get a point.

I don't know
What I would do
Without this madness
This again and again
This over and over

It may be mad,
But it makes me happy.