Fluence

So I watched and waited,

I sat and hated,

Every word I said was mindless

Every Thought I had was speechless.

I made my move

I slid on through

pulled off my sleeve

and punched on blue

As he watched me with surprise

I sat there in open eyes

I watched my dance curl through

I sensed my mind regressed from new

I hated my desire

I wanted to inspire

Instead I fuelled

A generation of liars

wander with me

In the thunder!

That came like an anger ,

Slowing the pace of thoughtless action,

You came to wander in my pulsating mind.

Thoughts of you serenade in to the days,

they revolve, rotate and smell sweet,

as they shimmer like rays of sun,

and bounce onto pale green fresh leaves of a calm tree.

Why don't you stay a little more?

may be I can see your new laces or even take short paces,

As we dance in the never ending maze of maya.

We could talk for hours and it won't hurt us,

We could walk for a while and we would just not be like mortals,

Or we could have food that was made

And forget that we ever ate and in silence walk back,

Just say and not speak.

What are these thoughts?

I got you where you are,

In my mind you are a smile,

you are that face that knows no malice,

That voice that shares no indulgence,

That dream that travels to the time,

Where all is forgotten and yet, is,

Like an old rock,

scathed ever, but free as a feather.

I close my eyes, gently breath my wishes,

And I smile to the flash like waves that are lost,

As they splash on to the longing rocks,

Again they come like sand that never stays,

as it flows away from your warm hands,

You wonder my mind.

SUNNY DAYS

The day I met you!

Ah! the day I saw you.

You were polite, as everyone is supposed to be,

You were naive as everyone is opposed to be,

We moved on a little further,

I took a step back and forth.

I judged myself and weighed you

But else never mattered

Since I found You.

unsettled

Of all the things that I love,

You are not one of them,

Of all the things that I adore,

You are just one of them.

Of all the things that I desire,

You are one of them.

But of all the things,

You are the only thing.

The only thing that I feel,

The only that I steal,

The only that I can be,

The only that I have been.

But I don't need you,

I don't even heed you,

I don't even see you,

So why do I fear you?

But in all the things till now,

in all the things somehow,

you have been found,

In my self you are.

seven days

seven days ago,
not very long before,
i met a strange door,
i spoke to the things so new,
i even told them of me and who,
bit by bit i came and drew
a conclusion that i was not new.
The next hours we dangled in,
for a few seconds we threw questions in a bin,
nothing really mattered in this old skin,
so we drove past the and thick and thin.
The blood warmed up at the presence of her,
she knew what she wanted beneath the stir,
so i passsed along and told her so,
I came to know she was just a throw in and fro.
now she's not here i sit along,
wandering if all that lasted forlon,
strangled beneath a pretence of dawn,
that never came and sensed a song,
so beautiful as her more than the morn.

something

in my mind there's something,
in my my heart there might be another,
in my soul theremight be someother,
but in my mind there might be something.
so you thing there's a way out,
may be you will be saved if you shout,
but you know there's a doubt,
if you land up in shorter than a cloud.
if there be a single way,
out of this conundrum of sway,
I would be loved by you someday.
Tell me if you hear the way,
if I want a little out of the bay,
sense a bit from the day,
become what ever you may.

Waiting peace

There is a sigh around my nose,

It hangs around, so close to my soul,

I close my eyes and wrinkle my brows,

Give a desperate sigh out through my nose.

Then, I lie back and think about, a day;

Today; was a good day, but I felt astray;

My head, resting on a side for a while,

I catch a glimpse of a dismal corner,

And breathe; out, a sigh through my nose.

Sometimes, I cannot sleep with eyes closed,

Many hours have I spent dreaming of you,

But there are many things that I think through,

May be thats why I sigh through my nose.

Its past the hour of night now,

A silence fills the calm air outside,

Faint drops of water glide down,

There is a wet ground, so cold outside;

Shivers my spine to think of a time,

If I have to spend in pain,

Thank God if he is there not in vain,

Then, back to my world ofcourse,

So I sigh again through my nose.