In this Dream

In this dream, the only one who feels you is YOU, the only one who knows it's you is YOU, No other can see Your SELF... You are immense, a depth-less trench, and a pinch, You are a speck in the eye of the dream. You were once a being, You were once a raindrop, You were once a cold mountain, a sip of coffee, a scar, a photon of light, a cipher... You were once a naught , You were given a birth and you will be given a death! Nothing was yours, Nothing is taken from you, Only shuffled... Into different patterns, Nothing is produced, Only experienced , Creation is merely a placidity waiting to be heard by your self.

One for you...

here's to you, moon
and all the wine drank
under your eyes,
and to lovers who feel
your breath on their necks
and streaked ripples
cutting through ink black puddles
and to hanging on
to the last streaks of the night

Devil

the devil found my note book
and wrote some awful things
he did some damage
he made some problems
and made me unforgivable
he found your weaknesses
he found my insecurities
he scratched at pages with impunity
and used swear words to describe religions
the devil found my heart today
and made everything a problem
he made you hate me
he promised me I'd never die
and it was the worst thing ever said
he told me I was beautiful
and no one could be worth as much
and that is why you hate me
the devil stole my mind today
he made all my ideas the greatest
he made all my clothing perfect
every step and movement sexy
every drag precise
he told me I was clever
in the thoughts I found in books
he told me all I needed
was to worship what I am
and to gather those
who needed something to worship.

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LOVE ♥

So many people don't believe in love
They try to say it is not natural
We manufacture it
They believe love can be controlled
That we pick and choose it
Some don't even realize it exisits

Love is a phenomenon
It controlls itself
Love is like a ghost with magical powers
You can't see it
You can't feel it
You can't hear it
Untill it wants to be known
It comes and goes
When you least expect it
It is in every one of us

When we first experience it
We know little of it
We take it for granted
Every person is loved by their mother first
When we are young
We don't realize how far it can go
As we grow love grows
It moves outside the family
It makes friends
It likes animals
It discovers songs
It makes mistakes
It gets us lost
It breaks our heart

Love becomes ours
We shape it
We learn about it
We take it for walks
We listen to it
We understand our love
We understand how it works
We learn how to use it
When we get really good at it
We save it
We spread it
We write a letter about it and mail it out

Love can become tricky
It knows where its going
It knows where its needed
We think we can catch it
We think we can find it
We think we know where it is going to be
But love is strong
It hides
It disappears
It never tells us where it is going to be

We are very naive to think we can control it
Just as we think we think earth houses the only form of life in the universe
Love wants us to think that
Because it doesn't want us to be scared of it
It comes in one size
And that size has to fit all
We put in our dues
We play the game
We follow the rules
Because its stronger then us
It sings with the angels
Swims in the clouds
Walks through walls
Scales large buildings in a single bound

It provides us with clues
One more complicated then the next
Fate is a clue thats hard to find
Love's partner in crime
The ying and the yang
The shake with the fries
Some believe in fate
Because everything is going to be ok in the end

Sure it'll get us lost
It'll make us mad
It'll make us sad
It'll even let us down
It'll throw us curve
It'll make the car swerve
It'll even make us frown
It knows where it wants to go
So enjoy the ride
The tickle in the tummy
The rub on the back
The kiss on the lips
When fate has its way
You might not believe where you end up


P.S. The Author Doesn't believe in faith,fate or destiny.The author uses them for the sake of his verse only.

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Careless whispers

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lost among the dark clouds,
bathing in her brilliant fragrance, 
There was a softness in the wind whenever she spoke
like she was burnt in the pain,


He craved for one more sip from those lips,
his mouth was getting dry.

she danced to him inside the rain
"you're not going to remember
this tomorrow, the dance
or the flashes of open heart
or the rains"
He uttered : "let me get one more sip from your lips,
I'm parched ".


another toast to oblivia
who knows without knowing

the blindest eyes can hear the truth we miss between syllables


an untold story turned into stone,
a nowhere turned into home.

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A Dream that goes nowhere

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hazy, like the fade-out of an old film that takes immortality to end
wise infinities,these fuzzy memories
I am the spectator,viewing as drama unfolds glistening amidst the skeletal of my mind,like a Shakespeare's play

In this post the major players are :
(i). The sweet smiling city-girl with her zesty attitude
(ii) Yours truly, always a little confused, yet witty, none the less with nothing left to loose
(iii) Of less significance, two random stranger men, yet important to the main characters development

the stage is set for this dreams gathering...
city-girl relaxing upon a low lying mattress, with the two strange men,
in a suite glittering with dim illumination of scented candles...
She smiles significantly in mid conversations or relays some part of her play-book of past to them and yours truly spectates not uninvited, but still he feels he has intruded upon some seductive ploy

The tall dark man with smiling eyes, laughing, adding humor to the scene, cracking lame jokes and throwing stolen glances in the city-girls direction...
They feel a little uncomfortable for actions of their past - the devil deeds, between the time they have spent in dark and the emotions they exchanged, both feeling little mispositioned and lost in the anonymous man's presence

he sparkles radiant in his anxiety,
his radiance is contagious,so much that the other man joins in tossing glances at their darling female friend, the poor little victim of her own beauty's creation

I am sure that you are thinking where this drama is going
sadly it's really just an over decorated personal entry of sleep patterns & paranormal remnants laced with emotional components through neural connections
my dream-waves of presence

And as I re-spawn into this waking planet
a chaste of sorts flows down my roads, the dream as insignificant as it was
left me stuck on one thought,like sweet honey to it's own pot,
that of all the things which I could dream & remember even
the sweet girl of the city remains within the folds of my neural activity

In a short show summary of less grandiloquent content:

Baby, I dream of you as often as I breathe.

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