The Craving Truth

MY LOST KITE’s…………….· My World of relations is left and it’s spinning around,
like a thread leave the spinning top on the ground.
· The season of autumns on the frown,
and I am the gardener collecting petals as they seem brown.
· The thread has been cut from the kite,
and I am running behind before it moves out of sight.
· Air is windy and as it’s august in the town,
and I am Hiding from this moment as the lady taking care of her windy gown.
· I am the convict of my own dreams,
as Fish Gets in a trap in Net but without its Deafening screams.
· Loved for a while like in the mud a sown seed,
and my dreams massacred, as you were summer and I was in my last greed.
· The clown gave his entity and gave its name,
and you garland his insanity as he has always been in a frame.
· I was in full of pace to take you in my heart of ferry,
Now I am aghast coz you tumble at my embrace,
but, I did give you your excuses it might be coz of your open shoelaces and I left with my tearful sorry.
· Every second I lost in dilemma for a name on the cell,
Every day getting optimistic like a mother praying for his dead son on a doorbell.
· Relations are many but still me asking for a penny,
now the whole world stands but I am in quest of love, in likes of my granny.
· Missing you in real had tried a lot to wipe you out,
and I end up every day to be soared in this bout.

A NEVER ENDED WAR.............

Hi ,
Nothing Much to write on but still craving for it, that’s why most of time came out with the thoughts to write on but end up only visit my page and move on...
It’s since after long time yesterday only me and my friend both manage to talk with each other , I really felt like as if I can cry with all my soul while hugging her ,
Well at last I came out with some constructive thought so going to join GRE classes from 1st of April. And for sure move out of this nerd place up to 2011, I just want to drain myself in something so that I don’t have even single second to think of how to breathe in even.......
My job is going on well but somewhere back in mind I still feel like as I am not ready for this , as still my heart throbs like a college guy, ...........
Hope so soon I will get back to it,
Yesterday I had talk with my lovely friend teddy, well LOL she and me almost facing the same type of tremors as both are betrayed, only difference is this she manage to get over and me still striving for it,
well there was an time when I use to get angry on her stupid thoughts ,about what all she had been in and now god facilitate her with this chance on me hehehehe.

Dear just tell me ones did I have ever done anything wrong to you, why you spoke all this for me........just answer your self...
Since long time I still remember that 17th of august and since that time only I had tried up to my level best and gone through with almost everything to make my self understand about the truth.........
But now I am really tired of it and just want to wipe out my memories and my brain .............
I am trying to have great will than my desire.........
But still couldn’t find the way to get out of it,
Plzzzz gods help me to forget her.............soon come up with a poem....

there are lot many things which i want to speak and i want to yell but then i dont know why i just manage to remain silence.....

Between the sheets……
• Some time my heart grows,
seems like my tears flows……
• Need a hand to take me in,
but just finding a shadow to who scares me like a sin..
• You always telling me to share myself for my own help,
and I yelled with my sewed lips to cry for and a drop to gulp.
• Me crying day and night like a baby for a hand,
but you shattered my faith like a fish on a sand.
• It’s so drizzle hard and my head is down,
this is a trick by the god to remove the mask of this clown.
• Its always painted smiley on face of this clown,
its is as her tears drooping from her glittering gown..
• Setting sun helping the birds to get back to nest,
and me finding a reason to not to get feared within my zest.
• I am inside the room and asking for bit of light,
and you closed the casket with far sky and its flight.
• You always been running and I am with my denial Creep,
as it’s your beautiful nap before my final sleep.
• Crying Chirps make you amuse and a reason to rise,
but you never know what she has given and how hard she priced.
• I yell I fell I gulp I soars I and ditch me to my new core,
my stray to my soars to frill to thrill to adores and to destined to end shore…….


Date: 09th Mar.2010

Insane sinner

Insane sinner

Hi to you all , some time wispering thoughts across my mind and take the form of tumbeling sound.....is there is any one who can hear it and bearit.....

@ As the fog of pain, make layer of dew of vain,

As the darkness getting dense, fog getting immense.

@ Drops are on the pane, marking its place to get rid of this beautiful stain,

While drowning they keep on asking, what is sin of this insane,

@ Moving drops asking for the way to shed in,

as river asking the sea please give me the way to get in,

@ Drops are still salty,

as me sinner asking to himself why always is it so...is that my love is faulty,

@Still I m deaf to hear my dump heart,

Give me the reason to change my soul as the way I do change my shirt.

@I heard that love is life and it grows and getting denser, then why it kills as it’s become a cancer,

I love you a lot but, I wish I can get the answer,

@Whom I am I to asking for love of my soul,

but this also seems like as I am absconding from my own role.

@I wish to write on and on,

but some one yelled…… you insane, please hold on,

@Still I am waiting ……..but now faith of belief is tumbling in tornado of reality,

as life asking for the proofs of getting love in its brutality,

@ Still eyes feared to look at clock, and dried drops in quest to its destiny,

by having the moisture for its life in my pain and insanity,

@Some one smiley by having smile on your face,

So keep on smiling with out asking a reason, but in grace.

@you asking me to attire a fakeness but with grace,

So I am kept on amusing, without asking for a reason or its trace.

still its my own words.....

Thanks to this blank paper who hearted my pain, with out asking its brain.