Sunday, March 25, 2012

Trails in darkness


pages turning,
eyes staring,
heart racing,
life captured in ink fonts,
senses dimmed the remarkable nature of surroundings, expressions seemed exaggerated in persona
Magnifying scales. Touchdown nailed the suspense to the cross-section of the conjecture,
shortening the breath, lengthening the lines, time in books has no normalizes, words can cover
centuries and pages fail to describe moments, out of the expertise, the trained eye caught the
immaturity ,  but freshness overcast its shadow beyond reaches. The word irony had turned a synonym
to  coincidence, sadly orthodox lifestyles were beyond the verge of repair so along was the neatness,
precision, quality of English language. The schools had no hardcore verbal wresting, no everlasting
Tussles, well the era of faith was headed south, people had somehow learned to care no more.
Crime rates had come down by who understood crime anymore.  A bullet inducted shot was welcome rather gladly for lease of peace was long over. The trail of thoughts had jumbled through darkness and emerged erratically at aimless arenas. Thus serves time into deeper crazes , merrier places.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Right hand


Eyes when closed or open,
through the broken glass ,
always its the same season,
night or day i don't realize.

Converge do thoughts,
as the very own hands in claps,
diverge the execution,
as the crack in break of heart.

Worlds ways don't, i understand,
give up i do well, never do i stand,
with prejudices of chance i grow,
like a shattering glass i give,
in circles of illusions i row,
though all hate is the way i love.

In contract i tend to be,
loose i bend to be,
lost hope i lend to be,
on top empty shell am used to be.

Silence paves great paths through,
nuisance lays the paths beneath,
diplomacy shaves the paths above
and violence carves the ways back.

THE BLIND SIDE


lost i am,
in my own territory,
of course it damn,
right i wanna self bury,

course of action,
silent motivation,
unknown reaction,
mimicing infiltration,

among all i am one,
copying all and none,
close my heart,
open my eyes,
walking like a tart,
and dying in lies,

pain never touches me,
as its painful for it to be,
even rain never wets me,
for the fear of what i may be,

mirrors lied to me forever,
people are ignorant as beever,
in lonliness am nobody,
in presence am the custody,

i know what i am,
in the dark night,
i feel like roaring light,
on a sunny day,
i feel as the rainy day.