bleeding life

breathing for the sake of dreams
trusting life only when i bleed,
fantasy is what i wish for
fantasizing life is what i need...
pretensions made me
someone I'd never be,
now when the time walks away
i am carried away from life,
that's when i breathe heavy
swim back to the levee ...

flavour of reality is an inspiration,
that's when i turn pretentious out of depression...
i am the disaster
i am the master of disguise
smothering a person inside of me who's wise
still wise to admit a crime he commits...
committing the murder of self being
and just burning his life to ashes...
that's when i bleed to feel
that i own a heart still alive,
that is meant to pump blood with hate:
hatred against the one who carries it...
that's when i bleed to flee
from someone i never wanted to be,
that's when i try n bleed to die
but I've to breathe to carry my own burden
my bleeding life...

distances....

pulsating emotions accompanied by the heartbeats,

even a tragedy or happiness booked treats...

the 1st back-log was the tragic news on my 1st date,

she kept waiting for me 'coz i was abit late...

i thanked god for making me realise that she'd always be a healing,

to the wounds i'd ever suffer...

it was the first time i was looking into someone's eyes,

purely observing me while i went wise...

wise upon the words like i'd never repeat,

she just sat there like the way she ment life to me

she was staying numb as if she's found the one...

and that was when i realised we are ment to be as 'ONE'...

we talked like as if v've been missing each other form ages,

imagined about each other and designed images...

this was the way we held hand of each other's,

abstracting amount of affection and comparing from one another's...

but life's not static,

someday it has to turn tragic,

that was where i lost my healing

at the hands of long distances,

remembering the affectionate instances

i question these distances:

"where is the way,

where you can take me away

from what i've never stopped feeling

about my sachhrine my only healing?"

thats where distance's fall meaningless and pleeding

bleeding and saying

"this love of your's is not bound by me

rather this love is not earthbound

but purely heavenly"...

miss u ne'a

beginning- the uterus...

for a child who's nearly an unborn kind
he's pushed out of the homely uterus to the world so wild...
forcefully slapped on the butt
he's forced to gas up his lungs,
by the time,he's haunted to speak like alien tongues....
and that's when he realises he's not amongst the virgin bumms,
but would surely sense his surrogate amongst the army of mums...
he'd try to drag his body towards her,
but she'd surely expect alot more than he could do for her...
he'd be ignored when he takes a fall,
but will get noticed when he'd step up tall...

he'd be tought how to fart and act smart
how to point a finger and how to aim a dart...
he'd be moulded fantastically plastic
a change deteriorating his self being so drastic...
he'll live life till the end like he's got no other place to go
in the end he goes back
to the place he'd call "home"
back to the uterus.
where his story again starts from...

ABOUT ME...

MAY THE SAILOR SAIL ABOVE THE DEPTHS OF OCEANS,

MAY THE BIRDS FLY TO THE DESTINATIONS UNKNOWN

AND MAY MY BEING FLY AWAY WITH THE SAILING DOUBTS ABOUT ME...

MAY MY BODY LOOSE ITS SOUL IF IT'S MINE,

MAY THE DRASTIC DOWNFALL CRUMBLE MY MIND,

MAY THIS MAY NEVER ENDS UNTILL IT'S ME NO MORE...

I'M JUST SWITCHING THOUGHTS ABOUT ME,,

MY BEING IS THE SAILOR WITH THE HEART LIKE THAT OF A TRAITOR

WITH THE SELF DISRESPECT SO PROFUSE,

FOR THE IMPUNITY OF MY EXISTANCE

ABOUT ME EXISTS NO MORE

I KNOW DISTORTED THOUGHTS OUGHT NOT TO BE PUT IN HERE

BUT IT'S HOW I FEEL...

INVASIVE THOUGHTS ABOUT AWE..

unresting minds...

missing the spot to stand my standings,

standings amongst the ones i stood;

being myself wasn't enough to identify myself,

because i never thought about myself...

just polished my theeth to smile at impatience,

and angry when i was,

i was yelling at myself;

but never gave rest to my mind

and never satisfied my kind...

just ran afetr something that was just a disguise

a being purely like a betrayal but precieved wise....

it wasn't me missing but the unresting minds

trying to plot my foot out

that was standing amongst theirs...

and in the end all that i missed was a thinking,a dedication

that needed to be purely mine....

drag and fly is what i made myself to do,

at last my reflection questions me"who the beep are you?"...

flee is what i do the best,

sailing away without rest like unresting minds

sailing away from myself to the ones i recall while writing these lines....