I don’t want to wake up. Those dark places feels like home, I can fly and put a grip over the exemptions written on my hand. I don’t want to wake up. I love my liberal dreams perching on a reverie, I see the love dancing on toes with his hands over my shoulders. I don’t want to wake up. I don’t want to loose that content environment and confront the world which is a mystery in itself. I don’t want to wake up. I don’t want to face the…
Read More“A lie gives you a hope”. why a lie gives us a hope? Because that lie gives us the essence of pleasure and we tend to live inside the pleasure as long as the lie turns into fear. Yes, the people out there now i will be calling you the deceived worm in my class. They throw there leasing behaviour on the floor because they want to sustain themselves in their shitty world which is a jar full of artificial fishes. Those deceiving worms, why can’t they focus on the path…
Read MoreI stood still and watched the amused gathering of friends, I stood and watched them talk in their own not so familiar voices. I stood there and waited for the perfect click, I stood there and watched the merging disconnections, I stood there and watched the site of four turned into a hollow site of ghosts, I stood there and watched the prosperous chirping turned into mournful cries, I stood there till the dusk and waited for the sun hoping for a blissful shadow, I stood there and conferred with…
Read MoreThe way you paddle the wind, You slay my heart with a witty tind. I read your brochure with a handful of blueberries, you nurtured the hoe with a hoop of cherries. I left the gala to see the way you agitate, you are a beholder perching against that fate. You never talked and slayed some silvery mimes, Reason is the truth why they called you a windchime. The beauty you beholds and the ugliness i keep, With the moon over my shoulder warming like a sheep. I see you…
Read MoreThere is a relief and an unbounded chime within the crux of mountains. The serene is bounded the drift of amusements and a hollow mythology of falling from the edge. It took me a time to climb the steep and reach the peak which was pointed like a sharp needle with a never bending scope. A saddle of grass and the foot of that giant beast sleeping for years, gave us a blissful ride towards an ardent journey nourishing our souls. We were amazed and were filled…
Read MoreTake a swing, fly across the blue sheet, don’t stop until you can’t feel your legs. Try to catch-up the desires, for which you have deserted all your wills. Do one thing, start thinking, start dreaming beyond your reach. Try one thing, start paddling start running to catch the tilted hopes. Taste one thing, start feeling the essence of need, start to smack the flavours of life. Drool for one thing, start aspiring, start is aspiring for your wannabes. Sing a song, start singing for your own, start mingling the…
Read MoreWhen you get caught a devastated day and cannot feel the voices of your beloved wind chimes, then wrap them inside a cube, polish it and wait for the moment to throw them out. Sometimes you just need to follow a series of things to uncover the hidden artist residing within your body. First, get the crap out of yourself and run from the crowd to feel the serene from the corner window. Second, Stay and reach near the brim just to feel the cold wind. Third, The proximity…
Read MoreFragrance, won’t matter The coloured vests, won’t matter The edges filled with the shadows breaking the light from the corners, won’t matter The laugh of a new life so formed, matters. Fortune is the key but it won’t matter, The difference on which the thrust issues are glowing won’t matter, The height of the patterns formed some bricks won’t matter, How heavy you carry the load on your shoulders won’t matter, Having your own perception matters. Those atrocious late nights fights, won’t matter The vigilant talks behind your back,…
Read MoreWe don’t aspire to see the different colors. We want to keep our eyes on those gray-scales and currant blacks. Colors keep on emitting in front of the lenses and we keep on covering our eyes with a band of habits. People who have the habit to live within their pleasures of habits are the kind of people who have the vigor to bend an iron rod or to mark a line on a rock. If a person is perching towards something and aspires to build a castle around…
Read MoreNeedle , Oh dear needle Where are you? I have a prolonged searched, My aching head is subtlety perched. Don’t you know world is a bizarre? World is an active agent where you and me are just a wee. Don’t get lost within the weeping trees. You see a heap as a spicy dish, The dish poisons you with a wish. Don’t you dare give them your hands, because they we’ll be having massive plans. Oh! look there i see a hope, hope leads me to settle for cope. but,…
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