The mind of that girl is a pain sanctuary
whose aching decreases due to a world that's imaginary.

From home she goes out to get away,
and all those nights in stranges she relies.

The soft morning breeze
tenderly dries the tears in her cheeks,
and childishly it peeks
through her bloodshot eyes looking for a trace of peace.

Nobody could really tell
if she, bones and flesh, is still alive
or if she's just a wanderer ghost.
Probably the only one of her kind.

The dark circles under her eyes
are a proof of the restless crying nights.

The tangled auburn messed up hair
tells she didn't sleep at home, but no one cares.

Picking up flowers on the way back home,
humming songs that once made her feel whole.
She rests for a few hours and once awake she grabs a pen,
she writes down a poem before she gets drunk again.

Somehow she finds calm
in the simple things of life,
and she tries not to think
about the coldness in her eyes.

Barely getting through, day by day,
trying not to be absorbed by all the grey.

Amassing countless heartbeats
to the final point where life she quits.

King and Queen of the Pelicans we;
No other Birds so grand we see!
None but we have feet like fins!
With lovely leathery throats and chins!
    Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
    We think no Birds so happy as we!
    Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
    We think so then, and we thought so still!

We live on the Nile. The Nile we love.
By night we sleep on the cliffs above;
By day we fish, and at eve we stand
On long bare islands of yellow sand.
And when the sun sinks slowly down
And the great rock walls grow dark and brown,
Where the purple river rolls fast and dim
And the Ivory Ibis starlike skim,
Wing to wing we dance around,--
Stamping our feet with a flumpy sound,--
Opening our mouths as Pelicans ought,
And this is the song we nighly snort;--
    Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
    We think no Birds so happy as we!
    Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
    We think so then, and we thought so still!

Last year came out our daughter, Dell;
And all the Birds received her well.
To do her honour, a feast we made
For every bird that can swim or wade.
Herons and Gulls, and Cormorants black,
Cranes, and flamingoes with scarlet back,
Plovers and Storks, and Geese in clouds,
Swans and Dilberry Ducks in crowds.
Thousands of Birds in wondrous flight!
They ate and drank and danced all night,
And echoing back from the rocks you heard
Multitude-echoes from Bird to bird,--
    Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
    We think no Birds so happy as we!
    Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
    We think so then, and we thought so still!

Yes, they came; and among the rest,
The King of the Cranes all grandly dressed.
Such a lovely tail! Its feathers float
between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
With pea-green trowsers all so neat,
And a delicate frill to hide his feet,--
(For though no one speaks of it, every one knows,
He has got no webs between his toes!)

As soon as he saw our Daughter Dell,
In violent love that Crane King fell,--
On seeing her waddling form so fair,
With a wreath of shrimps in her short white hair.
And before the end of the next long day,
Our Dell had given her heart away;
For the King of the Cranes had won that heart,
With a Crocodile's egg and a large fish-****.
She vowed to marry the King of the Cranes,
Leaving the Nile for stranges plains;
And away they flew in a gathering crowd
Of endless birds in a lengthening cloud.
    Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
    We think no Birds so happy as we!
    Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
    We think so then, and we thought so still!

And far away in the twilight sky,
We heard them singing a lessening cry,--
Farther and farther till out of sight,
And we stood alone in thesilent night!
Often since, in the nights of June,
We sit on the sand and watch the moon;--
She has gone to the great Gromboolian plain,
And we probably never shall meet again!
Oft, in the long still nights of June,
We sit on the rocks and watch the moon;--
----She dwells by the streams of the Chankly Bore,
And we probably never shall see her more.
    Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
    We think no Birds so happy as we!
    Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
    We think so then, and we thought so still!

Not friends,
not enemies  
just stranges with some
memories

bubble universe
where
ghosts particles live
haunt
our universe
with
quarks
ups downs stranges charms
well...well...well
my
little pretty...pretty
gravity waves
that
ring like a bell
and
vibrating strings
that
light up
red blue green things
we
live inside of
a super black hole
where
the
invisible soup made of
dark matter and dark energy lives

If you set your cards right,things will turn out alright
They say life is a series of choices right?
That if we make the right choices,then we on the way to a happy life and success..
But is there something like a manuscript to do right,make the right choices?
Or are we just puppets in the whole drama of this good life
The forces of fate and self will always manifest asynchronously
One when things turn out right way,
The other well,when things go beyond the obvious,mystical
Is there inertia choices,where things play out the way you want them to..
Choices extend beyond the plans we've made...
Turns out life is more of accidents,
We dont plan on when to fall in love,
The stranges we met...
We more like forces of nature-unpredictable
As these intoxicated turmoils play through my mind...
Its more awesam as we play more of tapestry..ravishing colours behind the threads...
Its us against the odds..little gods

'Life' is but a mysterious road we tred on.We'll intially start treading, with the caution and warmth of two magical soul, who'll guide us about every tips and tricks to tread safely on this road, but many unfortunate ones of us, may lack that light too.many may even not be blessed with such souls, or maybe deprived from them since the very beginning.
But life, for all goes on and on, and we gotta walk and walk.

We'll meet many new strangers, from time to time, and the list will expand eventually, but at a certain phase, some stranges will change the path, and choose the different one, you're not treading on.You still will have to make sure, you keeping treading, if possible, with the ones you now have with you

Eventually, there will be some out out this sum of people, who'll change their path too.Bur what you'll always have to remember while treading, is 'you' never gotta hold on' because everyone has a different map, to tread on, and not every traveller can accompany you everywhere, tho they wish too.

Their eventually, will some a big wide crossroad, where, all these people who accompanied you yet, will depart, tho they wished hard to stay with you.You'll lose and miss them, for sure, but then, you'll meet another set of people, who'll be there to wellcome you on your journey with the roads still to be tread.This obviously will be new, and kinda unadaptable at the beginning, but things will sooner be fine, as to learn to adapt.Basically, there will be many roads you'll tread on, but the thing you'll Exactly need to learn here, is 'The more adaptable you are, the better journey you'll have'.

There will be many ups and downs, pits and blotches in your way, but then, you'll have to enjoy, whatever comes your way.Finally, there you'll be introduced to a big, wide, long, dusty, crossroad of life, where you'll all be alone, almost helpless, lacking the energy you intially had when you started the journey, but then, the mere blessing you'll have is an evolved body, heart, mind and soul, and your consciousness.
This road may either be rough, or smooth depending on the journey you've had, the values you've inculcated, and finally, you'll be back to somebody who actually gave this roadmap, with all the strategies and your validity. Happily sad, or maybe sadly happy to have you back :)

That's Life, that's the truth.
And guess what? It's completely inevitable :)