hope is like a tangled story between truth and death!!


a little i knew before,
was it a small box i lived in:
wherein light pierced
when days amused,
and made me sleep with moon lullaby;

a little i knew before,
what falling would be like
falling down from giant mountain
a hard crash on barren land;
being broken,
into thousands of painful pieces
sadly, still you are not dead to get up!!

a little i always knew the ache
comes from the core of fluttering heart
such agonising ache
that tears loose their ways!

a little i knew of the insult
substantial and beyond excess
still you walk out of the room as a brave survivor
with slitting throat and choking words!!

the magic of isolation is
not to fall in delusion of
LOVE
HAPPINESS
and
ACCOMPLISHMENT!!

He left her
When she was so little
Homeless she astrayed!!

And for whole life he felt
As if,
She is standing outside bearing all the hard sun and rain!!

With you
The sadness in me overpowers me
Stands infront like a spectator!
Why dnt u bring out the happiness in me!!

Either we choose to complain or learn acceptance. The middle way is the other name of "suicide"

I wish i could capture the peace i get when sunlight beems through window on me.

Coldness is just shattered so is the madness!

Abundance is the feeling when your brain is on silent mode and heart on noise

O! The devil of heart, who dwells all around like a halo
An orbit of sleeplessness, a magnet of thousands of random dreams
Some abide by the rules of hearts, some follow their own set paths
These diversions are like the shooting stars, and a silent prayer somewhere down is whispered in ajar!

Jungles or mountains, pens or papers, jingles or jangles, strip or steap
Synchronically or rhetorically, this puzzle is not making me sleep
Abandoning my thoughts in this vast universe of genius's spree
O the lover and the keeper of hearts, just for once , LOOK AT ME!

Admist the construction
There is an asylum
I am a key keeper there
So am i a prisoner,
A beggar at the beginning
A bestower at all doors,
A stranger in my own scripture
A lover like a mad *****,
I am an enigma
Or a story teller
Who knows his stories like all boundaries of sea-shore!