The debacle of a dream

The debacle of a dream, the drape of trivia

Like a sculpture, I stand in the fountain of realism.

Something restrains the conscience, freedom and the belief.

The lovely fragrance of flowers that beautify my life, lingers with the imminent decease.

The shape that inherited my fruitful memories, has dissolved in the rain.

Like a sculpture, I stand in a fountain of stillborn pain.

The icon that ruled the highest order of illusion, became a part of me.

The faces that I see, hover above the polar state of mind.

Losing the force, appeal and the bonded links.

Like a withered lady, I am longing to hold the time.

Coddled by exemption, stoned in love.

The falling pieces never shared their secrets.

Unaware of the night, unaware of the silence that awaits.

I opened my eyes to see the world.

The pool full of happiness traded with the trace of dreams.

Like a helpless child, I searched my mind.

Misery rests in peace everywhere.

Thence I stand in the middle of the fountain.

Searching myself in someone, somewhere..

Questionnaire of Life

Sometimes I wonder why does god send people in our lives;people that change our lives,our destiny and sometimes our perception, and takes them away to leave us in an ocean of solitude.May be it's just the remainder of a phase or a new beginning.

Does the trail of changes that we see in our lives lead to somewhere? Does it give a preindication to something that is unseen,unfelt and unplanned?

Does the fragrance of flowers change when it rains?

Does the touch remains the same when you are in love?

Does the feeling that someone is always with you to guide you,embrace you and to admire you makes you rise from the ashes of your self created circumstance?

Why does a soundless sleep tries to take away the dreams that await?

Do memories trade with your time to take up your mind ?

The answers were always there and will always be there with you.Try looking them around you.

It's you who created the maze.The answer lies somewhere between your hope and your faith.

Inertia of Happiness

Happiness that lies in the dust of grieve

pattern of darkness that governs this phase

Touch the ground and rise up again 

the gloominess that succeeds this race..

The mist side of my face,that I always conceal 

speaks like a young lad ..

The more I try to hide,the higher it flies..

I am a loner,I trust my notion..

The frame of time has leased my emotions..

The inertia of happiness is like a transient balance..

Gives me hope,in a pool of ruefulness 

Like an equation of your fate,the phases fickle with a slight disarray..

contend with fate,move ahead with every victorious day..

I wish to sedate the thrust,I wish to trade with eternity..

Faith gives me reason to define abtrusity..

The word may slack its vastness..

But the inertia drives me to revive the strength and face helplessness..

Think like a dreamer,act like a stranger..

People do become mindful about my restlessness..

Can't verbalize my muse,cant escape the cloudiness..

Happiness comes with a hope,to fight the lasting vanity..

I wish I could hold thee,and construe my saneness..

The last hope..

 

Never saw the sun shedding a tear 

Nurtured by heaven,embraced by winds

the drop of rain ever pleased my ears.

Standing with the sand of memories in my palm..

Trying to restrain their limits,as they lose the charm..

The more known faces I fancy,the deeper I go in agony..

does it portend my self destruction ?

The image I see beyond sanity,has become invincible long ago

I am losing my beingness in the lustrous glow.

The doors are shriveling,my hope is lingering in the advancing glumness.

The constant sound of dripping has made me helpless...

wholly unaware of the moment lying in wait.

Her life seems to play with her fate..

I wish the time had dilated forever..

Tears welled up my eyes,with the world falling apart.

lost somewhere in the shattered parts

I wish to bid final goodbye,as her soul departs..

Lost !

Totally lost,totally blank..

My conscience keeps telling me where I stand..

no roads,and no purpose..

Im lost in the crew of million strands..

The roof is touching the floor,life is knocking the shrinking door..

I wanna be free,I wanna make a choice..

I wanna be alone,and hear my inner voice..

concavity in ideas,and cognizance of oneself

faith is all I need to revive myself..

That's the way life goes

Origin of countless dreams..surplus desires..
prone to triumph..atonement conspires
That's the way life goes..
Like a million dreams lightning the fire..
Running through your face,shaping transient trace..
Time to rewind,time to recollect memories
The life we lived,like in aviaries
defined realms,though as free as a bird..
We started our life as a nerd..
Fate blew the trumpet,and desires overruled limitations
Life is like a music..
with every drop of falling rain,the music falls
fills the air with colors,with a gentle crescendo..
like a stream of butterflies..
Like a placid music,and a warm reprise..
time awaits for the finale..
the day ..the music will die..
that's the way life goes..
evident,yet cryptic..

A dreamer

This is about my story,this is about my life.

This is where i stand,all alone in the darkness.

There is grief,there is pain and everything seems to linger.

I am going sick,i am going insane

pain and sufferings,will last till the end

Feel the wind through your ears,trying to explain fatalism

touching the reality,beyond realism.

I need a shoulder to cry,I need a heart to survive.

I need love to sustain life,i need emotions to feel.

I don't want you to die,I am a dreamer

I dream my life,with love everywhere

passionate enough to survive.

Here i am ,lying on my bed.waiting for my lover

to touch my world,shatter the walls and feel love.

I walk alone,thinking about my life

filled with darkness,long enough to survive

Tear walks away,far off the heaven

Stealing emotions, with a spell of betray.

I can still feel the touch,same forever.

I am there for you,now or never.

Still feels like the first day together.

Same scent of innocence,same smile,same candor

same feelings,same you and same me.

Though its a dream,a divine will

It may take me off this myth.

I want to be careless,i want to live

I want a life,like lovers live.

No one cares,not even a tear..

Makes me weep,to aggravate my fear.

I imagine my pain,I imagine my thrust

I am just a dreamer,I can see night

little scary,with a dust of surprise.

I can see light in tiny pieces of mirror,

I want to keep it,in my heart forever.

Birds are chirping outside as i write,

Sense their guile,they seem to be as innocent as your smile

World has become an unsolved enigma

Sins and sufferings have defied souls with stigma

Take this world beyond the realm of pain

Sense the haunt of darkness and its reign

Piece by piece

Pointing your finger at belittling fire..

Standing on a cloth soaked in blood..

Covering your face with lifeless leaves.. 

Sitting on the grave of your own previous birth…

Trying to rip off the veins, to alleviate the pain..

Crying out loud, to feel the limit of annoyance..

At every degree of translation, the pendulum keeps dragging me back to reality..

Feels like the era of failure has progressed from possibility to actuality..

Every cause of an upshot makes it more confound..

Sand from my palm has begun falling on the ground..

Why can’t admiration go well with creation?

Needless to say, I am trapped in a world of punk heads..

Their contempt has entrenched me with dread..

I can’t smell the mud, wetted by rains..

I can’t see light, shadowed by pain..

Touch me.. Am I not dreaming? 

Why does everything goes the way it’s meant to be? 

I saw thou crying in the cave of solitude,Are you breaking down..?

Try seeing the brighter side of darkness,

it may oblige your creator to bestow mercy upon thee.

God.. faith or myth ?

These were the words of god for me " I never knew I could kill her,just because i love her so much."You see,this is a perfect example of innocence blended with guilt.You need to understand that love doesn't need physical presence.It's just a feeling of being cared and made to feel special every moment in life.I know you'll never be able to face me again because you have lost it.Finally,I can say that even god is like one of us,susceptible to errors and far from perfection.