Lovers-de-part

I rest my duty a moment here and wonder

What force did Newton fail to find

dat pulled her thoughts to my mind

A tug of bliss I feel in pain

dat is logically undefined.

What organic recurrent magic so pure

dat teleports her to come forth my eyes

What body or form my self walks beside

A humble lip moment energizes a life

And a view so clear despite the long dark night

A cool gale bruises troubles…

Makes e’m smooth

And in concurrent thought, enemies tremble

A scrupulous chain of untimely events

A little crack and ballistically you crumble.

What brinks of heights could I be standing at?

To die for being without

A flux of feeling breaks intermediately in woe

What fury that could melt a metal

But yet not even touch her toe.

Why couldn’t he let go nor be with another

Why aint a man so strong in love

Dats not received the other half

I realize it’s a duality of staff

That won’t last without the other…

A-WAKING

I wake up today with a burdened head,
Almost as if it got legs or an engine
and traveled a thousand miles when I was asleep.
But I can’t remember a thing
Cause the vividness of her took up all the space my mind could keep.
I think I was some place with cold hail falling, and me it did not spare
A nightmare or a sweet dream I couldn’t care
Cause she was there
And even so she wasn’t
For I was alone on a dark black road.
A horde of eyes watched my every step.
Hoping I’d falter and die.
Hoping I would shrivel up to being a toad.
I’d close my heart into a bedrocks slumber.
For every time I had opened a soft corner.
They’d find it easier and more fun to pierce.
Even so I bleed, for I’ve given you my energy.
One that dint need to be clobbering to make my breath cease.
But I would not cease into becoming a passé
Because I know what I am made of,
I know I’m better than a 100%
And I have much more than what they can ever take.
If only I hadn’t fallen in love,
Hadn’t willingly lost control
And given her the free will to destroy me.
Cause I never though she would
At least not from where I stood.
But she did, like a sword blade against my mirrored glass.
Only another would have sat down to gather brood.
And kill himself however he could.
For such a void to fill is cumbersome.
And even after, to be happy, there’s so much to elude.
But not I, cause my strength rejuvenates.
From a source you can only dream of.
Id fight for what’s mine however fierce.
Your hopes I will conjure and decimate.
Maybe that’s why I wake up today with up a burdened hair
That got legs and a fortified engine
That fought a war with my dream,
Cause it once again to me, made my pains aware.

good morning

Today is a new day. A new beginning
Spring leaves may fall but the birds don’t stop singing.
The city that mourned was the city that lost.
But yours is just the beginning…

Today no sorrow can befall you.
No boundary no mountain born so high.
Winter birds wait with wings, open wide.
Waiting for you, just reach out to the sky...

Won’t you at least give it a try..?

I know these words in front of you.
Can’t bear an ounce of what, alone you carry.
And even though for you I’d try along.
I’d reach the end of my vocabulary.

But deep within yourself, I know you find a creation
Your memories have formed a word and that word itself, a question.
But why to weigh that, - why? More than any.
When to even its answers, there is no depending…?

For, some goodby’s can never be brought back in sight.
Nothing, not even a tear was given that right
So seize that cry, as weakness it’s upbringing...
A life be gone but remember her spirit’s still breathing…

Today be a day for you to rise and shine.
For, each one of us awaits your smile.
Strengthen ‘em muscles and through out that sigh.
They await so numb, jus give em one try…

Cause we have scores to tell, a thousand laughs to spike.
A million roads to drive on your favorite bike…
A zillion cartoons to watch...Johnny bravo, bugs bunny...
Everyone’s waiting, cause, you they like...

With you we shall be forever a family
Like a packet of Cadbury-gems, or a bright blue jelly
We care and we are always gonna be there,
In seasons that are, and what he brings in his big fat belly.

And even still if you’re not rest assured and it feels all blurry…
Jus read em lines once again. Cause
For you these lines are heart wrote, Not just a copied p.b.shelly...

contemporary memory

TO ALL MY "CONNECTIONS" IN NEW ORIENTATION..

For those that realized i was out of the whole Facebook concept, and those that did not...

Am starting the facebook socializing once again... 
something i had lost meaning in doing..
For, id say, solitude is something that helps smone
Realize who they are and what they are doing... 


Well whats the point of a relationship when that is not there..
You live on-line so much you loose yourself...
You feel a closeness in so far a distance...
But that connection, is jus based in hardware...

So i went in search for solitude...
Each time mixing it with some REAL 1 to 1 talk..
And in it, each time, i lived a new experience..
Somehow, facebook aint got THAT in stock..

Dont let these geeks fool you..
The creators of this platform...
For they're just getting back at you, for school,
When you didn't write back to them..when they wrote you a song.

Its such a mingled existence, they make it so easy to see..
But that chaos, don’t forget, is the real
The net is just 
A virtual community…

And don't you try to blame this lack of understanding on evolution..
Its just a product of not knowing ourselves...
Or out of reason to find a personality trait solution...
So we make a presumed mirrored self...

That comes out in the profile we make...
The reason we upload those pics...
The reason why those brb's
The reason for those smilies fake..

And not to say im not a part of this..
But my solitude taught all this to me..and hence it has to you…
But it also rhymed a chord or so 
That even the virtual is a reality…

For we take part, or we present ourselves rather…
In both the virtual and the real unfurled…
So what different is our worldly self ..
And we in this computer world…

So im back to facebook socializing...
Trying to find meaning to this labrynth and join..
Cause both sides of a stories understanding...
May en-cash in a mind a coin..

Well you may not have had a similar experience...
This might be just some bullshit to you...
But its a late train you even forgot to catch...
They've made it easier to lie and hence it is the more pursued..

So all I ask of you…for once or twice…
To leave your pc a bone
Sit by a lake in solitude…thinking..
Do you really know someone or are you still alone…

urban chaos

This is when long before

I lived in a house with an always open door

The birds chirped, and the sound of glow,

What an atmosphere for others to show,

Under my sky everything was happy,

Spring season changed the earth’s nappy,

But then one fine day, there came to stay,

The wind of sorrow in the month of May,

What it was I didn’t know,

There was a hum from far below.

Stepping on the door step I closed the door,

Mom told me there was a mob, increasing more.

I asked her what’s the matter, why do they fight,

She dint have an answer cause she looked all tight,

Far away at a distance they were in my sight,

It was getting dark the beginning of night,

I could hear the screams in the little light,

But I was too little to get it right.

So, stepping on the door step I closed the door,

Mom told me there was a mob, increasing more.

About it, in the night, I thought and thought,

My milk I saw my mother brought,

She explained to me whatever it was,

How lives are lost, without a cause,

The mirror saw my face and gave me back,

A fearful look I couldn’t track,

As I looked on the milk trembled with fright,

I had grown a bit and had got it right.

But still, stepping on the door step I closed the door,

Mom told me there was a mob, increasing more.

The violence and crime said that boy,

Infuriated the dragon in his mind,

How people suffer and roasted to death,

As if they were chickens meant to be slaughtered,

Hand raised for killing, for praying and hopes,

The boy said ‘nothing I was doin’? The answer nope,

The bodies rose but fell again,

Where they would go I am sure, under sweet heaven,

BUT STILL WE CLOSE THE DOOR, YET ONCE MORE,

FOR FEAR OF THE MOB TO COME ASHORE,

I then grew up and learnt a lot,

Forget about these incidents, surely not,

I told my mom that I would be the mettle,

Of any an organ, for this to settle,

Quietly I went without her know,

In no time I was at the door,

I turned around and closed the door,

This time to go, until I reached the core.

Mom cried out when she heard the sound,

Of the door on the house, did hardly pound,

I was half way thru when she shouted out,

come back here your not goin any where scout,

She reminded me of the cries of the innocent,

I said the call of the people I have heard and will not return till, offenders are punished and turned,

God knows what happened to her, her sound went low and turned her head,

The door of mine all went sour,

For it to close had come the hour

There was dew in her eyes, that a little I could see, she saw the same in my eyes too, maybe.

God had given my message to her indeed,

Which I didn’t now give, to need.

I wished I could have told more,

I didn’t wish to see that open door close.

Death down under

Wait wait, so long I wait,

On debris of stone, and sand of the sea,

Long awakening the wanders soul,

Who wandered round my foot and thee

For awhile as all was slumber,

I felt as though, the clocks stopped to crow,

Hands rose high, in calling prayer,

Caught dark clouds, dew of earth to sow.

Distance walked upon the sea,

Like white foam, on dead waters flow,

In robes of blood, diluted salt,

As my mind reflected the nameless glow.

Time died, my heart beat slow,

In resurrection came again,

My legs broke, they gave way,

But still on them, standing in strain.

It came to me, like sandy breeze,

Spring grew in me, sensation came along,

Just for the second, all was blue,

But my mind and focus told me I was alone.

And so here I am, in front of you,

Yet some time ill be gone,

So not me for, but unto thee,

This poem lives along.

Telling about, sorrow and grief,

Beneath the womb of the earth,

Still growing brood, and still for me,

It is time death, for rebirt