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..