It's all strange to me.
Sometimes it's pain to see,
You're so far away from me.
The worlds falling apart and so is my heart,
it's plain to see.
Locked out, I keep wishing one day I would regain the key.
If this world dies, your eyes are the last thing I want to see.
Your'e close but so far away me
and it's changing me.

I guess I can write what is on your mind.
Because you can so easily relate.
As if we spent a lifetime together and you shared with me, your laughter and your pain.
I'm a stranger, a stranger who knows you very well.
You know me, sometimes you read my words and it pulls you out of hell.
And these thoughts I conjure, tend to disturb my slumber.
It's like I sense the pain of a million souls who wander.
Its in the beauty of words, and when your eyes touch the page, it's everything you've ever needed to escape.

There are no boundaries, so why do I feel like I'm boxed in?
You chose your path right? Hmm but who supplied your options?
Lets get this right. If someone presents you options in your life,
then already your path is manipulated.
So who simulated your decisions for where you are now situated?
Your friends and family speak but who's thoughts are
coming out of their mouth .
Is that something you've even thought about?
I dare you to describe me,
I'm sorry but the colour of my face and a place can't define me.
Nothing can surprise me, how much do we respect ourselves,
If how much money you make gives you a place in this society.
I guess we've never known anybody our whole life, because ever since you came out of your mother.
We've been getting moulded, corrupted and watched on by big brother.

Let me take you away,
because in this place your'e still mine.
I can see her 24/7, heaven ain't hard to find.
All you have to do is look into her eyes,
Having the time of your life.
The doctor says I'm crazy, because in the real world,
She spends her nights with somebody else.
I'm not the one who makes her smile.
I'm not the one who's on her mind.
I want to know if she's remembers.
If not let me fall back into that coma,
Because in that place she's still mine.

Call it inception.
All this time, I've been getting brainwashed,
by ideas that are not mine.
What is perfection?
Honey they shrunk my mind.
How much longer can I take this.
I'm just glitch in the matrix.
This ain't a city of God, there's too much greed for glory.
Little kids are playing with guns,
How bout that for a toy story.
Need to make a great escape into space like Interstellar.
Surrounded by the Devil's doubles, trying to be a goodfella.
I know these material things are not relevant.
All we need is love to survive like the fifth element.
People wasting their lives, because they love to gossip,
And they have the nerve to underestimate me like a hobbit.
Feel like an alien but who's intruding,
Trapped in a show like my name is Truman.
And now they want to put a chip inside a human.
It's like 1984 getting watched by tele-screens.
It's judgment day, witness the war against machines.
But I'm fighting back, I'm a man on fire, you can't move me.
This world is fake like one big set,
I swear life is like a movie.

This Valentine’s Day,
I will not promise you
the twinkling stars
or the dreamily shimmering
blue moon.
No, don’t get me wrong,
My love, But,
I will not promise all those
fantasies,
that I cannot really gift you.

But,
I will vow to love you
till the eternity
And make you realize
howspecial you are.
And you’ll crave for
no cloudland.
Because my love will be your
Only euphoria.
And I will promise you
Honesty, love, trust and happiness.

I will not promise you
the bed of roses only.
For I know every rose
comes with its thorn.
Life can be cruel at times
and I promise at those
harsh moments,
I will be the last person
to leave you alone.

What good are the big vows,
when one fails to bestow
even a simple smile?
What good are the big crystal moon
and the twinkling stars when
you have eclipse in your heart
and misery in your eyes?
Today, my dear,
the world has failed to realize
that happiness comes from within.

So sweetheart,
I will not promise you
only the happy days ahead.
For life is the blend of
ecstasy and agony.
But I will assure you that
in every strive,
you’ll find your hand
locked in mine
and together we will make
our future shine.

I will not promise
the expensive pillows
to make you sleep at night.
But I will guarantee that
my arms will be there
to hug you tight.
And, in my arms,
may your eyes shut
with utter pleasure
every single night…

Today,
I want you to know this,
that your smile is my
only Sunshine,
Your ever glowing face
is my full moon.
And, the ever fluttering
big glowing eyes are
my glittering stars..

My love, if today,
you catch my hand and
whisper in my heart
that you love me,
then,
I will need no particular day
as Valentine’s day
to love you and express myself.
Because with you beside me
every day will be my
special day.
Every day will be my Valentine’s day.
Every day I will love you.

I promise that.

****
My buddy
My man
The only time id eat a ginger bread man
****
I huff and I puff
And I blow nothing down
There ain't nothin but a couch and some Doritos I could even knock down
****
Couldn't hurt a fly
But I might blow smoke in your eye
****
So nice so fly
Man I'm high as the sky
****
Where am I?
At the store craving some s'mores
****
I like twix too
Don't call me a Jew
****
We all have fun
We laugh
But we're too high to run
****.

Accept the loss of each day.
They will, for sure, add something in your way.
It can be a tear,
Or probably a fear.
But it’s not just it!

Maybe you will not be the same again.
Maybe, at this time, you just can see the pain.
But the speech of loss does not only contain miseries
It’s quite simple, it’s true, but even so, full in all its mysteries.

The speech of Loss
Is constantly repeating
"Accept it!
Accept it, please, accept it!
Let it be.
Let it go.
Let it ache.
Let it heal!”

We spend our whole lives searching for things
We search for love, money, friends, travels and for followers too.
And we can find these things in different places
In different ways, on different days.
But we lost these things too
We lost love, money, friends, the ticket of the train and even our admirers so soon.
In different places,
In different ways, on different days.

Losing is a paradox
The more we lose, the more we gain

I lost a coat, I lost a book, a sunny day, and the bus back home.
I lost a bracelet, a TV show, two excursions and a brother.
Desperately I stared at the stars on the dome,
And they conforted me like a mother.

But I also lost the fear of being who I am, to express myself freely, openly loving and living in ecstasy.
I lost prejudices, much anxiety and unnecessary worries.

Since I embraced my losses, I gained a key to open my fetters
The speech of Loss is about liberty, and to me, seems a lot better.