Quietly....

Just quietly walk into my life, don’t make no sound,

Just hush your way through, the troubles I found,

And wipe my tears across, with your bare hands,

Stop these ashes of my past, from flying in of the sands,

Burn my thoughts or melt them in yours’,

But be careful of the devil in me, don’t make no sound,

 

Be that music to me , as is to a dragon to fall asleep,

Be that soul of me, I seem to forget in my mind’s heap,

And wake me up today, forever to never close them again,

To see the beauty around me, to see you over and over again,

Bury me in your arms, where your breath is all I feel,

But be careful of the devil in me, don’t make no sound,

 

Take my hand and hold it tight, but be gentle on the inside tonight,

Take my fingers in gaps of yours’, stir me right like a wine pint,

And pull me close to see through me, my eyes will show you,

What you don’t want to see, the reality of truth that is true,

My path I lost searching for you, a look is enough you don’t have to say,

But be careful of the devil in me, don’t make no sound,

 

Take me to your world with you, out of mine you now know,

Take me with you wherever you go, never leave my side to let it snow,

And let the springs’ last for a while this time, as will our time,

Reach out to me as I to you, while laying by side to our love sub-lime,

Fill my dreams with your shadows I know, march in them but quietly,

But be careful of the devil in me, don’t make no sound....

 

 

Love Blinds....

Standing by this valley, A lake I see far away,
Sparkles they breathe, and the breeze makes'em sway,
A naked beauty, virgin untouched lays right beside me,
Under this, part moon of gold, to the otherside a lady I see....

Bathing so gloriously, she takes away all the sorrows,
The gold indeed from her, every now and then the moon borows,
From her to shine, the way she does like this vanilla twilight,
Bare her back slipping drops of sparkles, to not they fight....

An angel descendent, from the treasures of heaven,
To my sight she feeds, on which even the fairies raven,
I want to walk closer, to feel her enchanting mould,
Shivers my thoughts and every reason that I hold....

Somehow the courage seeps in, to tak me to her,
I stand in the same place, but my soul reaches out further,
Follow it I must or I will lose it to her forever,
I want lose myself whole, not just my thought river....

Next to her I stand with a twinkle in the eye,
To the pure innocence in her naked body I sigh,
While she just sways and continues to bathe sparkles,
A desire I feel, to hold her bare and break all the shackles....

Come I back to reality, Silence and me just look and see,
Sitting with legs by her side, submerged in the lake's glee,
To her back I stand, her hair fell collected by her neck,
She turns as I go close and just pastes a peck....

I hold her hand and ask her who she is?
She says a girl he sent for me, I couldn't find in those lands of bliss,
For me and only me, She had come to this world,
And for her was I sent, around her my destiny swirled....

We sat besides for hours, without saying a word or else,
Our silence felt every thought, like we played with the shells,
Fitting her fingers in gaps of mine, I look in her eye and smile,
She was smiling at me and came closer, for I waited all this while....

Placing her thumb so gently on my lips, she feels,
The truth in my touch and my words she seals,
Then points to the sky, and ask to show her the moon,
Mesmerising, to her I say, but she is for me the ultimate boon....

Laying her head on my shoulder, she says,
Forever you be by my side, no matter the time or its slays,
My deepend breath answered to her, that never will I leave,
The world may end or time may bend, but her side I won't heave....

Her eyes my shelter, to her smile I shall breathe,
A promise I make till eternity, with only her will I feed,
For my life and beyond, her vision I shall be,
Blind was she till only now, but through me now she'll see....

A world she never saw before, was a curse she beared,
Undo this spell I will, and let the witches run scared,
I will show her the world and walk right beside her,
I'd be her eyes and stick, we'll live happily ever after....

The Woolgatherer....

Gathering some wool, of what it will one day be,
Reality is different, from what I can now see,
Bringing together some images, to me heart dearer,
I can be what I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

To think in vain, with no known boundaries is fun,
Open is my shed, exposing images under the sun,
Mixing a few moments with my own imaginative stirrer,
I can think what I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

Looking down the pool of love, broad in daylight,
Reflection's not exactly mine, but of a goose in flight,
So free yet calm, moving away further and further,
I can fly if I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

Storyboards of life with time stamps of wine,
Intoxicating memories and drunken pictures behind,
Remind me who I am, But I pretend they could be clearer,
I can pose if I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

Good for nothing they say, my thoughts have no use,
Then I think they won't understand, as they lack a muse,
Floating are my thoughts, may sometimes sound peculiar,
I can float where I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

Some terrains divine, I see in my mind,
Crazy some say, they are impossible to find,
Walking the hypnotic bridges, I'm an adventurous tourer,
I can go where I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

I talk to the breeze and listen to the stories of the wind,
Nature I've touched, forgive me father for I may have sinned,
As I have said and heard, above and beyond my higher,
I can hear whom I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

Travelling along the trains of hope, seated at rest beside belief,
Welcomed aboard, being accepted by'em is such a relief,
As they are the reason I can give life to the lifeless, may on a silver platter,
I can believe and hope in whom or what I want to, now tell me I'm a woolgatherer....

Dreams....

Believe....

Ghost Town....

Transparent shadows of the good times,
A cup of coffee and a dozen smoke dimes,
Filled the air of an awkward yet delightful thought,
Of you and me and a world for who, we once fought....

Happened, so as to what, is still a mystery,
A time was there, when we'd finalize the tapestry,
Spoke for hours, dreamt of what it would be,
Together we planned, to plan our togetherness history....

Remember that day my dear, once my love,
We walked by the sea, naked were feet, so calm and dove,
I held your hand and whispered caresses to your ear,
Of grabbing greys together, to loose that moment was my biggest fear....

That moment was lost and so were you, my hanse,
For which I craved once, or to just see you once,
An addiction of sorts, were you so sweetly mine,
My dream was touched, the garden to an abandoned mine....

It's one of those times, when I walk through you,
In these images of our love, to look it feels nice to,
Wandering the empty streets of past, where walked we once,
Now it's just me kicking stones, but still feeling your essence....

Where have you gone, come back and see,
Our world has changed, with no us, but just me,
The tulips have died and thorns have grown,
Standing I'm still, at the alter, wearing the tux I had worn....

Memories Walking Dead....

Some pictures from the album in my mind,
I had buried in time, to revive an energy divine,
Have been standing next to me, so close,
Striking a one of a kind, peculiar pose....

A weeping scar, has woken up to ride,
Along the highway, my memories divide,
Scaring are its ways, seems to move faster than sound,
Falling from the skies, black and white images they mount....

Cutting loose from the boundaries I once made,
Soaring, high they walked, to my cries they swayed,
Drying blood in my strings, they smiled again,
Sadistic pleasures to feed, from mine they gain....

Staring out the window, resting pale blue palms,
Forming ripples in the glass, the thunder qualms,
Shivers are stirred and shadows are blurred,
Beating so fast, helplessly my heart purred....

Dusk wins the battle and spread its wings across,
To the road, the ocean and the skies, made it so difficult to cross,
As this would come I knew, for demons once I fed,
Rising from there graves, are my Memories Walking Dead?

Time To Change...

Jumbled letters and a frozen vision,
Signs are striking hard, like a major concussion,
In the lap of skeletons, have I grown to realize,
There's no easy way to get out, how much ever you pressurize....

Let it go, let it out, learn to breathe and calm down,
It's not a race, bring on a smile, why frown,
Reasons I see, may be many to invert that smile,
Revert it back, as bad doesn't stick a while....

Open your heart, feel what you haven't in time,
Let the breeze caress your ears and make your hair the chime,
These times are rare, that fill those empty spaces,
So stop waiting for'em to come and laugh at time's faces....

It's  good thing sometimes, to be free or to feel,
So give happiness a chance and let peace not conceal,
In your mind and your soul, just flow with the stream in you,
bliss will enter your door, in its hand will be a serene brew....

Things will change, with your time in flight,
The baggage you carry, will become so light,
The ocean of your emotions, will ripple with every smiling touch,
Will remove the darkness, enlightening shadows as such....

Choose your ways, to cope and breathe, be slow,
Nothing else will matter, but its change you must sow,
To begin it will be tough, a habit is being touched,
The worst we have of habits, the olds we keep clutched....

Let's make a plan, to hum this song of smiles,
I hope to ride this ride, where there's no hope for lies,
But a scope for growth, of our minds, away are sorrows,
And never again, shall we wait for good or happiness we'll borrow....

The Past and The Present...

The Past is always good....and the Present will always be monotonous...
You'd love to live in the Past....but what then, when it will become your Present...

Psycho Rains....

As I looked outside my window, tiny droplets of rain filled the frame, like that of a masterpiece in the making. Just like any thinker I began to think and relate myself to this miraculous February rain. It seemed  like the rain fell from my scars, drenching me with a pain of prevalent monotony, dripping with madness from the heart. A madness of sorts, my mind's been sheltering for quite sometime now. This madness has its way for me, one of a kind. Everyday, thoughts come and go, strengthening my belief in my passion, I hold so close to me. This passion in me is for an image of this girl in my mind, oh so fine. Like a star in a million or that crimson moon we see once in a lifetime. This girl lives in my thoughts, no matter what comes and goes around on or around me. She is like this weird monotonous anesthesia I need from time to time, pressing against those very delicate veins, wrapping my heart in a red quilt of calm n comforting emotion, bringing a strange relaxed feeling to me, that I need more than I want. Every time I see her in these lucid images with my open eyes, I wonder if such a figure of pure innocence exists in this apparent, real word as they say. Where reality is anything we can see or touch. And right or wrong and sanity or insanity is defined by the surrounding society bearing no relation to the person on the stand. More than sometimes, these are just hypothetical notions, which are given a concrete structure, deciding our way of life. 

They call me mad, because I see and feel things the society doesn't approve of. This is the reason I call my thoughts a rainfall from my scars as seen from the outside. The doctors say I have SCHIZOPHRENIA, because I see and feel things others don't. Its a mental condition they say. My family I once resided with, my friends whom I was always there for, my love whom I lived for once, all think I need help in a confined and control space, as the doctor said I could get violent after a while you see. But what they don't know is that, this so called condition is the reason for keeping my calm. Its been almost 4 years that I have been in this empty room full of all possible materialistic pleasures n comforts. They all fail to realise this simple phenomena of personal belief and comfort. I have stopped fighting these bubbling isolated emotions, as their repercussions scare the living soul out of me. Whenever I try to fight them or stand up to them, they embrace me with a wired metal crown, possessing 240volts of electric current passing me by in installments of seconds through my brain. They say its for my own good and will help me, 'clear my head'. 

I don't need a confined space. I don't need to clear my head. I don't need these materialistic pleasures and comforts. All I need is to be able to think and feel what I want. A liberty to just be myself. I don't want people to tell me, whether I am sane or not. I want them to let me be the bloody judge of that. I'm sick and tired of people telling me, what is right for me or good for me either. I have a dream you know my dear. A dream to be free . Running around in a plush green lawn opening to the clear blue skies above the transparent sea just to think about her, to feel her right beside me. Away from everyone who thinks I need things, I dont even want. 

Do you think I have an unreasonable dream? Will I ever be able to live it, is a question whose answer will be pretty rhetorical I'm guessing. But you know what keeps me going in such dilemmatic times. That I believe in my dream! Do you? Or can you?

Living a lie....

Borrowing dusk, with the dawning blues,

Trying to protect the tear in my eye,

I sit up to not find my loving brews,

But a cry mumbles out, am I living a lie….

Being true to myself was never so hard ,

Saying words that mean the feeling, I try,

But show an expression instead, of a retard,

Then again no matter what I say, I am living a lie….

Blinded by a certain faith I thought, I bought my life,

Forgot to my pride, I am just an ordinary guy,

The feeling of stupidity from the falling, I strife,

With myself to realize, I am living a lie….

Translucent shadows of my past, prick now and then,

Rising from their graves, memories pass me by,

Tormented agony is fed up to ask, stop it will when,

Never will it see through how, I am living a lie…

But night when falls, silence is mighty,

In hope I believe, to say to her I say hi,

Then to faith I call, once forbidden by my deity,

But will let me lose, as for long have I been living a lie….

Love Beats...

The power I feel, when I stand so close,
To my dream so you, a virtue of desire,
Shall bring a tune to stum the beats,
of a heart that fuels a raging fire,

Tonight let's break the barriers,
Of dusk and dawn, to lay beside this fueled fire,
Holding my hand, just look at me,
And merge in the lines, of our love prior,

Though armed in me, can't see your face,
But feels so right, to be this chase,
As love is to mystery, you are to me,
Not look at each other, but an oceanic gain to flee,

But love, my path is not so easy,
Will take you where these thoughts may seem greasy,
Just like we once, held the one's before,
Is this so true, for you to feel to go for,

To walk you may choose, no matter my fleet,
Of words in a symphony, marching to thine beat,
I know it ain't easy to see thine seat lying empty,
But the faith to be, shall turn the scripts of my deity,

For love is a harmony, to play a name in me a heat,
Your touch is the violin and look my beat,
Struming my veins, gushing blue love,
Providing a space for another soul, to merge and serve,

Touching the notes, highest we've known,
Pulling the lowest and loose, from sad and moan,
Eternal its nature, are these lovely treats,
My Love, for you, are these music sheets playing, our Love Beats....

Lucid Nightmares.....

Lucid dreams have filled my nights,

Bringing a strange, feeling to me sights....

They come and go, eyes open or down,

Nightmares are some, where the doors are crowned....

The beauty is such, of these nightmares per se,

Horrid as they are, bring a a smile they say....

They call me crazy, When I am closed,

I say the chills have withered, them ain't no more posed....

No matter the time or the place, they form a show,

A sight to watch these, Lucid Nightmares make my mind blow....

Love Insane....

There are a few words in my mind,
Making me believe, you're one of  kind....
Sorrows have turned tables to bliss,
And serenity falls for happiness when they kiss....

I see a stone house, on the top of that hill,
Brings an image to me sight, of jack and jill,
Then I think to myself, I want never to comedown,
With the pail of water, we'll stay there forever but never frown....

Then I see you, then your possessing eyes,
That reminds the ocean below, hovering blue skies....
The strength in them, has come with time,
To pull you in my arms so close, I do a mime....

To make it together, we've seen the greys,
Bruised ourselves, falling to society's preys....
Those moments of tests, took us through pain,
But we'll be together, always in love invain....

Pictures have now, stopped rolling in my mind,
Steps are heard of a woman, my eyes want to find....
To find I pluck and see you there,
Fall on my knees, with a reflexive flare....

Surprised as you are, rest your hands on me,
I close my eyes and feel the breeze through a tree....
So calm and peaceful, is the state of your touch,
Takes me to a zone, mind unexplored as such....

It seems like that ending, corner of the world,
From where, one can fall or be hurled....
But I have a plan, little different in my mind,
To turn to the world and fall so straight behind....

Hollering your name, I fall in a vaccum,
Where no philosophy matters, like an empty classroom....
Like my mind and heart, and my love struck vein,
Are dancing to the fall, to fill this space with our Love Insane.....

Morning Love....

The stars began to blush, as she opened her eyes....
To the mesmerizing beauty, of the morning that lies....
Holding so close our bodies, we shall surrender....
For till eternity we will hold together, our love that we render.....

A Friend You Need....

 

Meet my friend, “Pain”. A girl born from the dominant ventures, my heart’s been nurturing for quite sometime now. She’s tall, very strong and extremely devious. She has the most astonishing eyes, they are honey brown with a very prominent hint of crimson blood drawn from my acoustic veins. She is my devious friend now. I have learnt to live with her. I call her my friend because I have no choice and also because I have learnt, from the time that I have spent breathing. Every morning, I get up to find her, sucking the bloody life out of me. Its been countless days, since I woke up to find bliss and not her. Her birth was no accident, but a clear product of my own actions, that I ended up with this forbidden repercussion. The anger, the blames and the unattractive nature of my actions, have all bought this upon myself, leaving me with this monster of a figurine in a kind, with a never ending thirst to slowly deprive a living body of its soul. And to fall in a state so dark and quenching, that is presses every wound to solicit misery and self pity of sorts.

We all know this about her, then why am I saying it again?

What we do not know is that, she is that true friend in disguise we keep searching for, our entire lives. Pain is that one friend, who is free from all the society strangles’. She is a blunt mistress of a kind, who while being so painful, uses ways to make you suffer to cause a reaction of a cerebral nature, throwing you right in the arms of the conjoined twins, Reality and Realization. It is many a times Pain, that makes one realize the importance or the result, of someone or something, after its been embossed on your soul as a bad mark or injustice or simply negligence.

If there’s anything pain has taught me, over the years of self pity and destiny metaphors, It is that, the more you run away from her, the worse will be the wound once she catches you and trust me she will. She is like the God’s child, formed by one’s conscious in order to make you realize the results of thine actions on their self and others. So rather, be her friend and understand the motive behind every wound that you procure during such painful times. It will help you, figure out the thin line between, Right and Wrong ; Good or Bad ; The Ying and The Yang.

And this my friend, is the mother of all, called Experience. Trust me on this one , “She is never wrong.”…..

Serenity....

Serenity is a state of understanding and interpretation of one's surrounding by self....

Love Story.....

From the shadows of your footsteps,
I hope to assemble these shattered pieces,
of my broken heart, drowning in its depths,
In the light of a tomorrow with changing tenses....

Dense like a forest, will be so intense,
And rain it feels, till time will pass,
Such is the beauty and innocense, you are incense,
Holding my hand, complimenting serenity, laying on this grass....

Remember those moments of awkward vibes,
Thinking to ourselves, when will tomorrow come,
To caress our hearts, with a raw energy of ancient tribes,
Togetherness with bliss, will fall in our laps till we become....

One from two souls, together we merge,
To dive in an ocean, that heaven will serve,
On a silver platter, with the warmth of a serge,
Love with no boundaries, no limts and nothing to curb....

But your aroma, swaying away of a blissful kind,
Like a mint topped chocolate, mesmerizing my senses,
Help me open my eyes, throw my stick to stop pretending blind,
To take a leap beyond the known, above these material fences....

Your hand clinged to mine, with fingertips,
Slipping off your bare shoulders and feeling,
The depth under your neck, carresseing thine wet lips,
changing colours to red, its not lust we are feeding....

But this fruit of life, you render to me,
reaching out to you, I breathe my life,
Tangled in your hair, the breeze is glee,
Never to leave this content place, to I don't strife....

It feels so right, to be with you are not missteps,
But a begining I knew, you planned in your eyes,
I shall live, under these shadows of your footsteps,
Hoping never to fall to plan, or say goodbyes....