lost into sheerness

i saw through the sheerness

the sober self fidgeting humbly

through the darkness it crawled

to catch hold of the beacon

to feel the warmth of the human touch

i saw him crying far away

a cold wind swept past his dry soul

crushing his heart to the core

a smile that lost its faith

looked back at him and weeped

i made him look back into the wilderness he gave me

a fresh lie that took my heart to the devil

a wink of hope that flew past my life

i looked back to see the trail

i felt it..it was perfect!

curly :P

Curly curly quiet contrary
the locks that you carry
which never fits Mr.Harry
atleast make her dance with Merry
by giving her the keys to your quarry
A sight of cream on cherry
A journey that takes her on a ferry
soooooooooooo hurryyyyyy :)

going back west..

Petty things come my way

In hues of blue all day

making me drown in vain

a frown that drives me sane

a beep that alerts my vein

that told me shadows are real

the creaks of doors on walls

that brought me back to this world

from a dream of roses and cream

to the twirl of eerie white beings

one jerk and the shadows flip,

that made me shiver a bit

the paleness followed my eyes

that took my soul to the west...

life so far..

The curls that blocked my eyes

as the swift wind blew my way

the winks of wolves on walls

that made my cheeks go red

the rain that soaked the grass

that drenched my feet so warm

lullabies of robbins on woods

a sight that made me hush

the rainbows on willowy sills

that played a tune to my soul

sigh the breath of life that made

me cry a river....

wings...

harmony at last,as I crossed the pine trees,
a hunch on my back that took away all my pains,
tongue tied was I at the very last moment,
the throes of agony filling up my belly,
the light that shone far away,that brought in
the miseries that fed on my heart,
a song far away that fell into my ears,
that ripped open my playful smiles,
gorged upon the villa was my thousand dreams,
that tried hard to fly with broken wings...

words from the past..

Magic in the eyes of the innocent
whose stars spoke a thousand words
the mystery that sang the beautiful memories
that made tears froze deep inside the satanic souls
the grin of the wealthy that threw away all glories
puff of smoke from pin pricked lips
sigh of agony from darkened minds
colors galore that roused them high
pity them,the young and the ugly
that shows no warmth in the hearts of gold
purity the drops they crush their feathers
hush and they smirk to wild new belief's...

slow

Isn't it marvelous to feel life's snail paced slowness,
a sight u see when the morning rays touches your eyes,
the trail of night that followed you throughout,
a wink seems hours to surpass,
bliss it is,for the old and weak,
peahens on the silhouette of my shadow,
running across the sun cast windows,
that hides the moon that struggles to peep,
sigh for the stars above,
wind stuck between the bushes,
that reminds of life's ruthless desires...