hey god!!!!.........i can blame u.....

hey god!..

someone who ws always in.....

was always thinking for everyone……

trying to make peace……

thinking for others……

bt nw out…..

left me…..

left the whole world…..

with one n only thing…..

his respective shake…..

wat d hell iz dis???......

his prayers was nothing????........

he left……

jst for others……

n u were watching……..

only watching……

he ws unhappy…..

bt nw,the whole world……

jst coz of u…….

he didn’t blame u…..

bt y??.....

coz of his gratitude…..

bt nw, I’ve seen ur faith……

so, i can blame u…..

as m doing…..

he was my everything……

nt u…..

he taught me everything……

nt u…..

nw wat m i…..

coz of him….

So, I can’t trust……

I won’t…..

M only interested in hobble….

wat ws the hobble??.....

tell me……

tell me…..

hey!!!....

M asking u…..

Give me a single reason……

Only a single one……

I know m right…..

Ur calmness is proof…..

Bt I’ve a reason…..

Nt single I’ve many.….

Present world is full of dust…..

N he ws lyk a detacher…..

N u detached him….

Everything is funny for u. isn’t it??......

Huh!!!...

nOtHiNg To Do.........

nw m feeling so nervous,...
oh god!, help me..
i've done eveyrthing...
bt still manythings to do...
i ws thinking positive..
bt now m dreaming for the same...
i ws towards the simplicity..
bt actually it was something towards complex...
wanna fight with complexity....
bt future thinking impeeding my courage....
m interested in....
bt interest is too courageless....
m doing what....
is known...
bt opposite to what is happening...
i know m safe....
bt actually unsafe...
coz, earth is abt to supress down....
bt actually it is rest of mine.....
atmosphere is abt to b calm....
bt rest of mine....
oh god! tell me how could i survive???....
i can.....
with others...
bt not without others....
plzz help me....
there is a flow in everyone's eyes....
bt m unable to do....
for the sake of others....
wanna make a flow....
bt i can't....
can neither go forward....
nor backward...
neither upwards....
nor downwards....
neither think for positive.....
nor for negative.....
i kno u r understanding....
god....
bt why only understanding.....
i can,t blame u......
bt can't do anything too....
now m approaching beyond me.....
coz nothing else to do.....
m comming god...
m comming....
bt comming without me......
 can't do anything for others.....
my soul is abt to detach.....
m comming with my soul....
good bye to all my
belongings....
i.e. good bye to all natural creatures....
good bye....
good bye....

dRoPs Of MoMeNt......

Appreciable outcome of a beautiful evening,

Became worst after an evergreen worst dinner.

Decided a campus trip,

To modify that state with an outcome.

Started by three, for a way to free,

One in a flirty manner,

But flirty for whome?

 still confusing about the answer,

coz, only possibility of cows, buffaloes, bitches was there.

Next one in a simple manner,

With hands in pocketless pocket.

But third one in intermediate manner,

Was trying to find college minors.

With one hand in pocket,

Can’t say anything about pocket’s condition,

Other hand with a glass of….

Of…..

Of…..

Of……

Glass of milk……..:p

We were roaming and sharing,

Moonlight was raging  about us,

But street lights was availed,

And moonlight was nourished.

objects and shadows,

Were combinely seeming illusions.

Very special for unedgy  enjoyment.

Finally, humble is tumbled,

Right now….

HeAvEn Of My DrEaMs

About the opening edge of holidays,

Was still oscillating for the two ways,

One related to my native,

Other referred to my dreams,

Still undecided , a day before beginning.

But my confusion was only upto a tragic thought.

My native is native but dreams may be.

Then amplitude vanished,

As a result of this external effect,

About few hours before the dreams .

Opted the way with greater excitement,

Permission became exciter.

Trenching away from public phenomenon,

Only following mind.

After a good test of patience,

Finally reached to dream.

Seeming like a dream,

unbelievable but real.

Filled with truths of nature,

Amazing nature of nature about me.

Buildings surrounded by dense greenery,

Was Dense enough to view only from few halves of a cent.

Only decorating agent used was greenery.

 can be termed as a southindian paradise.

An awesome place centred by an awesome person,

Nothing to say, in any way,

Coz, it was an spirituality’s bay.

But now, i am still trying to believe,

With smile and emotions,

I can’t do any thing else.

tHoUgHt AbOuT fUtUrE........

I float ~ to float, 
I floated ~ to float, 
Looked, I sail to everywhere net everywhere, 
I finally arrived here this piece stretch of land. 
Could this be the static earth which composed a poem? 

The hope writes the good poem, 
Well, lets them cross the seas to cross ocean. 
Feared they have changed the heavy stone, 
The demeanor has not sunk to the sea! 
How many ages composed a poem passed through? 

The present world vicissitude in the free verse 
Written in the vernacular domain, 
The poets have seemed as if lost the direction. 
Always did not do ponders the sentence, 
At the beginning of poem hard to bring about painstakingly, 
My this the elder brother, 
Threw the poem manuscript not to have the gate not how, 
Sometimes like launched no longer comes up, 
There is the poet skeleton full nautical mile. 
The ancient poetry writes has the basis, 
Vernacular Cheng Shigeng the rare good sentence; 
But asks the regard to pass on the great distance, 
Does not ask the antithesis new poetry sentence? 

This life composes a poem chaotically, 
Ancient-style poetry beauty you wrote too anciently, 
The vernacular writes the speech not to have the flavor, 
But asks some day to flush outside the cloud, 
Has broken the poem fetter, 
Created the new atmosphere color, 
Has written my hope freely? 
Has writes the new boundary unrestrained.

my internal version..........

When I was alone, I tried to live by my own.

I did everything I could do, but there was nothing true.

Something was missing, and I think it was you.

Tell me, is there anything about you?

I just can't live without you; you are so amazing and true,

Is there anything I can do to offset you?

Maybe I can rewrite everything that wasn't right?

Maybe I can grow in intensity, just to be close to your city?

Why can't it be in the reality?

Maybe I can take you straight to my soul,

Which were incorrigible, but sure was intolerable, and of course it isn't all.

you were irresistible and beautiful, just faithful.

There was anything I could do,

To make you see the beauty of you?

Now, I can't even consult with someone,

And say that there was no one by my side,

I was just blind but I needed you here,

To show you my tear that was falling down so clear.

But I couldn't even see what was always there beside me.

It was you,

And unlike me,

you were free.

someone's shoot

A sweet one like a small illuminated star,

In the middle of darkness,

In opposite order.

An illuminated silence,

Lepted around the whole bass,

On uncommon way.

With l’il bass, beyond bass,

Opposite to the autumn of calmness,

Up like majority.

Goals of major dreams,

Acts as off hand game with only a bit of sickness,

With offordinal soul.

Easily calibrate himself,

Against the way of toughness,

And transmit it fairly.

A single sentence termed,

Can filter over bunch of phrases,

Begins with bright.

Belongs to north eastern beauty,

Diverges for others,

His contamination tends to be vanished,

Towards his roughness.

I'm very lucky, having the opportunity,

To show him with his selfness.

DiReCtIoN Of My HeArT

Toes over the edge,.. 

Wind blowing against me,..

Flames blaze from behind,.. 

Waves raging beneath me,.. 

My eyes be closed,.. 

Sounds amaze me,.. 

Trying to find peace,..

Where can it all be,..

My eyes open blurry,.. 

The suns are calling,.. 

Up Is where I wish,..

I'm aware we be falling,.. 

How I got to here,.. 

I have no idea,.. 

Hows it going to be,.. 

I have none of fear,.. 

Numb from the past,.. 

Now have no feeling,.. 

Something blistering, 

can feel it peeling,.. 

Time to let go,.. 

Memories are changing,.. 

Who what when,.. 

Now it's all fading,.. 

Pacing the breathing,.. 

Feeling each heartbeat,.. 

Now there's no pain,..

Enjoying the con heat,.. 

Toes no longer lonely,.. 

Body be floating,..

Eyes closed so softly,.. 

With the salty sea coating,.. 

Time seems longer,.. 

As I start to remember,.. 

The times that felt short,.. 

From Jan to December,.. 

The good times I feel,.. 

With yet no regret,.. 

The bad times are more,.. 

They be harder to forget,.. 

The light grows dim,.. 

As I face the edge,.. 

Time is no longer,.. 

None left to pledge,.. 
Tomorrow will be new,.. 

In a world of it's own,.. 

But a'last this pain is over,.. 

Finally, I be home,..

internal twist

My minds as in center of an f 5 twister
I’m not sure about what even i can't think Any more
I’m confused for sure...
Not sure how i got this way
But I can recognize the whole spin.
I’ve tried to hide myself
I’ve tried to make a head on
I’ve tried to reach a breadth ahead..
It seems to follow me each and every day
This darkness,
the whirl winds around me
Is making it hard for me to see
What’s truly out in front of me
There’s something good awaiting beyond that twister's core
but how to set through out..
I’m not certain at all..

INVISIBLE tears

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sunrays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But the caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

the caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Tears of shame

that was n act,

           i knew with everyone.

Not even a pixel of my heart got damaged,

           And ignored him,

                      With everyone.

Stood in my front nd i in him.

           Jst wanted a gobleted tea,

           Frm joining me or joining everyone.

But I was ignoring & ignoring him,

           With keeping the join with everyone

Coz about act,

            I knew with everyone.

But after few instants,

            Something happened,

Cently different & pily diverted,

            From my approach of thinking

& too of everyone.

            Like a dreamy truth,

He deprived my tea,

I surprised on my surprised mind.

            Just like everyone.

Coz about act,

             I knew with everyone.   

TeArS oF LoVe

she was the one and only one,

                  who joined my mind's tensile sharings.

Some of others outwarded me during my words,

                  and rest of others came upto me but only for fun .

that only one came upto me,

                  with special attention.

we were offseen from few unboundedly bounded years.

i was attracting towards,

                  the growing path in mythetical mode.

i was drinching in a thinkless rain,

                  where love was contained by its droplets,

in the form of imaginery potential.

                  just like in the real closed gaussian  surface.

my heart had dominated over my mind.

                  as the possibility of dominance of inductive effect over mesomeric effect.

but the other sided view was still unknown to me.

                  wanted to present my views before her views,

even it was known that the result will favour me,

                  only in case of coherent view.

But it was important ,

                   coz I knew about shoot but not its root.

So, I took risk with negative mind,

                    but in troublefree way.

Result was displayed on an special displayboard

                    of colourful tears by an special pen

of my emotions with ink

                    of my colourless tears on brickless walls

of my dedicated heart in unfavourable manner………………..:(LL

                    Result’s impedence was high enough,

to divert sleeps of my nights from sound ones.

                    The result was too bitter but good,

for my upcoming future. 

                    And now, I was before a closed cage.

It was beautiful and attractive but a cage………………………………

An opaque tamper

m in a tamper,
relative to me n only me.

temper's host is nothing nyone,

other than me.

only want to assortise,

 my awsome diary,

with some awsome words,

 passing through my mysterious mind.

nw nly a single question presenting an spl tease,

 in a very fusing way is "wat m i doing?"

even i know the ans.,

 also know that it is correct,

 bt i don't kno nything abt stability,

 or xistence of my ans.

wat the hell is this?!!!

also don't know.

i know m unable bt want to xpress it.
coz,i know abt that wat i want to xpress,

 but hw it can b xpressed to satisfy u,

 iz still unknown..

then, hw it can b assortised????

An unbreakable path

I  m following,

               The growing path of life,

With l’il frike ,

                But lot of xcitement.

Not only me,

                All offeisk too.

With independent dimenshions ,

                jst lyk a magical truth.

Many impediments too,

                Gest as strong impeder of this path,                                               In unbreakable series,

                 Bt its rubric is still unknown.

Peinly different from indo lanka sea way,

                 Bt can be understood in csizey way.

 Sometimes truffle yikely,

                 Bt sometimes screaming too.

N ultimate way to modify,

                 our feelings towards our frisking mind.

Lyk in unidimenshional flute.

I m following,

                the growing path of life,

with l’il frike,

                but lot of xcitement.