My failures are trucks
running over my dead-body
on the highway...
but
her rejection is one more truck
but
this gave immense pain...

A bland day
Where
No joy
No sadness
means
you're experiencing
happiness..

When
your eyes
touches the book.
you
start hearing
the voice
of an author..

a
woman
who is concerned
in filling your stomach..

To
a depressed man
Even
the eclipse
will be seen
as an wound...

her
rejection gave
my
first consciousness..

The
failure pattern
has to fail
in the activity
in order to
give birth to success.

Some silence
are terribly sound
and fearful
her eyes
emits
such kind of silence
which
triggering my flight mode
throughout
that date...

Every
break of day
You as a sun
look at me
with your single eyes
brighten my day
throughout
People around me
Ask
Where I got so much energy
how could I say
the truth of love
to people
Who are blind to love...

I always
expecting her..
Everyday
I make
two coffees...
two breakfasts..
two lunches..
two dinner....

Once
she gave me
a pen
as a gift
may be to say
her love will also
go dry like ink
one day....

She left
her separation
gave
an immense confidence
that
no failure
would hurt me
more than...

her eyes
like a fork
lifted me
and
holding me
on her plate
to cut
with her memories

I
noticed
She was consciously
moving
away from me
But
unconsciously
has come
far-closer to me...

my eyes
alias
my dream maker
collecting her memory
in order to
run it
on my dream...

In love,
definitely
we
don't want to hear
the truth...

a
misunderstanding
she moved on
by
leaving me..
It's more like
me falling 
into an abyss
only to understand
this too love..

A 
dream

I'm living in a solar system 
having two Suns

hence 
there is no night

hence 
the time disappeared..

hence 
the concept of every day disappeared

hence 
the concept of year disappeared

hence 
the aging also disappeared along with it.

hence
I was always always young 

hence
my life consists of a single longest day...

hence 
the concept of single birthday appeared

She left.
there are
fewer ships voyages
in
my sea...

There is nothing like
a pain
born out of her love,
and
getting healed by her dreams...

She left
I never understood
Why
world around me
moves on...

Yesterday
a thought
I should love her
then
she will love me back

Today
I decided
why should
beat around the bush
let me love
myself directly...

She left,
the
misunderstanding
may go out
But
the interruption
of her tears
is staying
right here with me...

Someday,
I
want
to get buried
in
her eyes...

But
In her eyes
I become perfect
and
I feel
just
right and confident....
May be
that's how
all men
feels
in their woman's love

I decided to enter her hallucinating world, 
hence I can disturb on every thing she sees. 
I entered myself in Amygdala in her brain. 

Every emotional thing passes through Amygdala,
I also pass through that emotion and 
make her feel that...
I am the cause for everything 
hence she cannot get rid of me. 

Staying there is Amygdala with a proper tent 
behind her huge emotional mind  
she can never see me but definitely 
she will feel me in all her emotions...

Reading
a literature
admiring the heroine
a
few call from
my possessive girlfriend
But
I avoided her
suddenly
someone knocked
on the main door...
my neighbour
he came for a help
then
went back to my room
and
open the book
only to find
the heroine is
mysteriously
murdered by someone.

every time
I see her 
in
black dress
I believe... 
she loves 
my 
skin color...

I was singing a pathos song,
A huge spider on my window
stopped weaving its web
and looking into my eyes...

I 
exploded
like a supernova 
to light the space 
to
attract her 
and 
show my address...

her
avoiding eyes
brushes
endless pain
on
my canvas...

I closed
my eyes
spoke
to her memories
in
thousand disparate
ways...

When
she gave
a handshake
to
my enemy
I could hear
a tree falling
in
my woods.

Today
She
came in a
new dress
to office
She
smiling and
wishing everyone
except me...

It is a
repeated dreams,
I stand
in front of
her door
she passes
through me
as if
I never existed..

her thoughts
triggers...
both side of my brain.
one runs her eyes
another play
my favorite pathos song

In my dream
I
turned into
a wolf,
bit her flesh
and
devoured her
like
a cannibal...

her words
left
the arrow
in my heart
but
her eyes
left
the flavour of
love....

my eyes
searching for her.
a feel of loneliness...
but
my
heart says
she is definitely
here..

She trashed
my memory
and
it came back
to me
with
her smell...

her heart
surrounded
by me
as high walls,
only
my
shadow enters...

Her memories
like
the moon.
a
loyal companion
on
my sleepless nights...

She
left her eyes
in
my eyes...

She
left her breath
in
my lungs..

She
left her smile
in
my face..

She
left her grace
in
my expression..

She
left her voice
in
my ears...

She
left her butterfly
in
my heart..

She
left her laugh
in
my cloud..

She
left her memories
in
my dreams..

She
left her absence
in
my tears...

Talking to my girlfriend
through mobile
was not thrilling
Coz
we both are reduced
to machines
Hence
decided to meet her
in person..

If
her silence
is the possibility of language
then
the language
is the possibility
of meaning
'Yess'....

To ****
is a way of
imposing silence
on the object
finally
the object
become
no more an object
just silence..