Angelia.

Searching for words i begin;
Thy beautiful soul which i perceive;
Intense,embedded and absorbing,
In an ocean of shells;
Thou the only gem!!
Rare,shining and untouched;
Priceless,yet thou get tagged.
Unattainable yet a reality;
In your reminiscence,I carelessly pass my days;
Uncertain as to it were days or years!!
Who cares?
Its thy thought,thy feel,thy remembrance.
That matters,
And as to the world,
Its a bygone past.
When i watch the gold fish,
It reminds me of you;
Thou a part of my thought.
A disease that every patient would be proud to have;
A thought that invokes enthusiasm.
Behind the veils,you are for me;
Unseen,unheard,
Yet your feelings are conveyed.
Through the endless alleys of time;
As time gets ready to sleep;
I stay awake;
To Penn down these memories;
Just have one feeling in mind;
One faint hope;
Wish to convey my desires;
because words are unmatched with the emotions of heart;
So, these petty words are incomparable to what i feel;
I,your man of deeper thought.
I,who always fells short of words;
I,who is trying so hard;
To say"what you really mean"!!

Dreams

Twinkling sun is what follows me when i play in the field;
Heavy eyes feel drowned;
like the sand when it gets wet;
The evening blaze of light forces me to run home;
In a hurry;
I try to run as fast as time;
But am rooted to that very place ;
How i wish earth was not round!!
Old men running past me give me a cheerful smile;
They urge me to follow them;
But i cant;
I cant catch them as they are too fast for young people like me;
Nervous,agitated and restless;
i start crying....
Its during the darkest moment that we must focus to see the light;
Still nothing works;
Suddenly my father comes to take me;
I am thrilled to see him;
But i think he isnt;
he walks past me;
A stranger i seem;
Lonely,deserted i am.
If only i can get any help;
But i forget about the help i can give myself;
Its strange,yet real??
Is it?
I am drowning or am i in a dark world;
Most of the thing we worry about dont happen.
I wish that happens;
Because its difficult to differentiate;
Between real and surreal.

The Last Yard........

Born to face the world;
The flow of life,
An everlasting lust for knowledge,
An everlasting lust for greed,
Thats me, a homo sapien,i think so;
Full of tantrums and a whining habit;
This is what the world sees of me;
Still something hides behind the frontal pose;
Wanting to be loved yet a lover of obscuriety,
Something which you would call a hamlet syndrome;
Futuristic yet narrow minded;
An extrovert but with a habit of hiding lines;
I be what others want me to be;
Yet i want to be judged by the will i signed;
Its not an ordinary will;its something which has the parameters of livelihood;
A bounded path;
An unapproved law.
But laws are meant to be broken;
And lies are invented by those who believe in them;
So i paved away from the path of will.
Just to make my mark;
A mark which makes me fill the crowd;
Yet be alone amongst them,
After many years of my birth,
I get a feeling which is not uncommon;
Rather an obvious!!!

Oblivian for me is inevitable;
Yet i dont fear thee;
Its the piece of land i care for;
Will i get a secure space for me to lie,
Blissfully,tirelessly..........
Being aloof from my fellow minion;
I may have lost their faith,their support;
But i am not that uncommon;
That i dont get the best part of a life cycle;
I cant take it anymore;
In a state of dispair;
I plead,I appeal and i cry for....
My last Yard.....