There was a thought which came speaking
that u'll call one day with feelings..
it'll be chocolate to my ears,
happiness to no ends dear.
mere may be a call for her
but 4 me its a step to cloud nine gears.
for i don have her number
i'll wait for her anonymous call
thousand eight miles away from a land,
on to the rings of my phone lying on this coastal sand.
In wait of an unknown call
thinking that it will fill me with Ecstasy for lifelong
i wait, i wait in patience for a call
when doesn't matters me
all it does is a call
just some words
to say hi
to this murdered odd,
i wait ,i wait for ur particular call.
For i want to fill your voice in my dumb dreams
i want u to stay with me on the call
a little long
etching the very perfect pitch of ur voice
throughout that beautiful talk
on to the dreams of this blank mind
i want u to stay,
i want u to stay ,
with me on A call
how cliche of me
i still hold that old style
but what i'll say is
its good to remember u
in that dumb dreamy life...
MEMOIRS OF HUE
I was a ghost yesterday... nobody knew me even ....now I'm somelike ether... you heard of me! .... and I would really wonder if I happen to be dark matter ....;)
Monday, October 29, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
last Word with mY Diary
Boiled baked turmoil
i served everynight past three years in a line
my diary,
i ask u favor
to answer 'A' question...
did ...i ever made anyone jolly!(trickling of a tear drop )
scrutinized scathed spaces
wrathed with my scribblings
on your blatant black pages
dint i ever sung mournful
on every face dumb written!
inking on your very sour edges,
sinking into your folded pages,
did i ever borrowed affection!
dragging the tip pointing the ball pen's ink,
scratching the bleached bamboo..i ask..
did i ever said i made someone feel good!
paddling in my own wastage,
on through a stinking ordeal,
did i ever fished something new...
or likewise just gave some of those old miserable phews.
deaf tuned sense of my all five ,had u ever attended anything placid spooned!
mocking ,mean mouth of mine ,had u ever spoken a miserable truth?
icy, smeared eyes in my socket dice, had u ever scrolled
for something which i should once had dreamt... in lieu,
aching limb mounted with greased up nails...asking
i had savored the torment of your half born emotions too distinct
now pls answer my begging questioN!
did i ever meant sensible
without being sarcastically ridiculed!
projecting as a gentleman without acting
like a nerd crawling in library dunes!
or shall i ask did i ever appeared simple
despite hiding behind some complicated spoof....!
wished binary consisted just yes and no
and my diary 000 000 000 000
a false belief for it will reply...
(pain dubbed in ironical smile,
wishes to give a cry,
eyes buried in diary ,
lungs taking a deep sigh.)
enjoyed much of your cackling silence...(my diary)
thank u!
for the answer..
and here on this note i burn My Diary!
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
''All
I feel now is I’m diluted in my own nightmares
Finding
for feelings..
Catching
emotions coughing in my breathless heaves..
All
I have now is a cold heart living in a lost memory
Remembering
you
All
through his dumb dreams
All
I can see now is a girl in brown plaits
Beholding
my innocence weep
Years
are gone in memories of her
and
I am now torn in like useless sheets
every
second I feel her is just like years in my day dreams
all
I can hope now is aday spent in lovely
chatting with thee…"
so here is my dumb dream
The dumb dream
All it was just a pink hue,
Dabbling my instincts with feary dues.
in Wait for the wink of her
beautiful eyes,
i vision your aura speaking
with me in some strange might.
Dressed in black or in bold blue you
seemed like a princess of some tzar reigning in northern ques.
Lips hold a spellbinding gloss,
without a word murders my unholy sins at gross
without a word murders my unholy sins at gross
I feel redeemed by your angled look
when thoughts remind me of the day
I made mistake by showering frustrations via
a bad rebuke
All I can say now is that,
i can heave in bold,
when it will see that facial expression motioning live,
in front of this retinal dew.
when it will see that facial expression motioning live,
in front of this retinal dew.
All it was just a pink hue,
dabbling my instincts with feary dues.
dabbling my instincts with feary dues.
For the eyes who have seen enough of
beauty
Can’t lie or express how she looks
A wry across her cheeks
And mind was done, all day in some peaceful feud
Some
locks I shall never define
Twisted
inside like tornados of silk fine
Flowing
away
Across
thy facial grin
who hold that sleek splendid
With
your tender finger tips
Flowing
away across her smile
The
oceanic blue parted with seaweed green hue
With
patterns curled in as if die herself had felt shy
Coz
of your 'cuddle to death' smile
her pointed nose vivified and too bold
Makes even … attempts swerve that they pause to think
whether they should concoct my story to
her or sing my confessions alone
all alone from the dark I saw her smile,
thou beauty hold such a charm that even
the snow shys, the snow shys.
the snow shys, the snow shys.
Done with my countless poetry
I cant even try to cease my feelings my
Verse.
All I can describe…is u my poetic
ecstasy …. Filling the voids all through
my broken rhyme.
Trying to blend with your charm
To show that this grace is not marred
as it has been criticized so far.
i found you girl flowing in azure
Killng
me just by the sense of your unspoken artistic lure…
All alone from the dark I want to see
you smile of the beauty that hold such a charm that even
The snow shy’s ,the snow shy’s.
Not demanding the apostrophe of my
rhyme but writing in hope of some cold response
I do will be happy if you comment on my
sapless poetic lines
Burdened With the dues of my apology which I cant
confess in front of you ever anytime
Pls spoil my unholy rhymes in some act
of yours accused of being divine
Flattery was an art shown by this
Machiavellian art vile
But thou have lifted this soul to
admiration ,
to make adore u without any pause or sigh
to make adore u without any pause or sigh
Feelings flow spontaneously whenever I
see you smile, smile
Thou shall cease yours or I shall
crease more of my poetic insights.
In the domain of your beauty
My admiration falls apart
In the charm of your holy mutiny
My unholy acts depart.
terrorized through my witty edges i think i'm fine..
cuddling my strongest essay which i devoted thy
i still am confused how u gave me so much
to remember for this blunt mind...
i wish i could have smiled
instead of my every sarcastic cry
i wish i could have smiled.
terrorized through my witty edges i think i'm fine..
cuddling my strongest essay which i devoted thy
i still am confused how u gave me so much
to remember for this blunt mind...
i wish i could have smiled
instead of my every sarcastic cry
i wish i could have smiled.
For the journey I wish not to concoct
I feel your presence without your touch
or comfort.
All I wanted to have was a cold
response
Either honeyed or a rough knock.
Just like the confessions my letters spoil
Wrote in memory of you I chant my
rhymless choir.
Killing the memories of you from my
cranial winds
you still baffle the nerves of my sub conscious mind.
Thou ruling the life of a being whose
thoughts quarantined,
Im still struggling to help my mind to
decide either to either wait
or vandalise this dreamy sight.
All I wanted to have was a cold
response
Talking to my arguments… a supposed
converse
Filling my fantasy for free falls
I regret why I had u as my lucky swan
All it was just a pink hue
Struggling with my emotions now I even
Cant define how you became the feud of
my mind.
For the truth to be pasted upon i tried
ripping all my past lines,
Octoberian days and u where gone
without a single cast of your shadow on this torn spine.
Just a blurr sight of some brown plaits
And eyes had lost u without having u even face 2
face
Huh….
u always look perplexed by my letters
I simply say sorry, to stab your heart
with such cold starts
But trust me , I mean nothing from you
Nor even a simple expression in your
art
All I just wrote this and them was
because of some boasting
Called poetic romance a zeal or an
apology stunt as instance.
Speech’s insanity barring my boldness
I do regret for I couldn’t made it
direct ever angelheart.
But trust me and my poetry
as they are not that level dumbed down
to hold atleast a ground of applause from you
sweatheart..
As regards of expressing my feelings on
this piece
I do not need the boldness like standing in
front of you my lunar
I tell you ….heart sways from its
position when it visions you all through
the cloudy fogs in frozen jar(earths atmos)
With no feelings in this numbing head
I do feel a cold air
Skiing on the ice of love liking and
lust
You tore me down through the frozen
crust
Sinking through the frozen reality
I tried swimming through the colds n
odds
But something went terribly wrong
Abstractness started scaling on me
And I was drove back to the depths like
a sunken dugong
Realizing the depth of this queer
notioned dive
I travelled back up through the
trenches
somehow to some unfathomable height
(soft music)
And I did found you singing the
alliteration of my wonderful lines.
Seemingly synchronizing the symphony of
my life ,
I give you all my admiration adoration and appreciation
my valentine.
I don’t know the grave to my emotions
But I do want them to be buried in your
heart
So wantonly writing this piece I say
sorry if you ever feel little pricked in your thump thump sweetheart.
I let you know this youth is obliged by
your grace,
To initiate his dream from u
If I do wanna anything ever
I’ll just wish a free chanting of this
from u.
Driving sane from insane ,
I see you as my ethereal dream fetcherer.
Deterring my dark side as a moon shining in a cold
desert.
All I wanted to do was a confess
Whenever I saw those lips joined to
make that rapture smile
Sketching out the words , I do want you
to figure my rhymes
Just like the luck you buzzed from your
side.
Struck
by ur grace and being accused of ur charm
I do feel mocked by my ideas for
creating such a hypothetical fantasy farm.
Liable to be defied by your mockery
I still feel this as a useful way to express my darn.
Killed by the inability to express I
felt struck for years
As I couldn’t wish this to you ever to
concoct….dear
But you the filler of my lifeless void
Soaking colours which I saw you bearing
in your mystique eyes
Into the heart of this love sick spine,
I found you
Insisting inspiring crucifying and
amplifying the impulse of the thoughtful terminals of my excruciating mind.
Summing up all my literal thrust
I tell you I mean nothing like
something to flatter you
Hazy illusions are not my art
and all this admiration that my heart
involves is just to make this crammed up feeling depart.
All I want to confess is that,
Lies are paralyzed against your aura
Truth inevitably honey my tongue
And fuzz everything out of me ADORA.
All this verse was just for some memories in
past
For killing my agonies whenever I felt
lonely and harsh.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
An Old Tale
just like some memory you haunt me
just like the old dream which i foresee,
you are some fairy knocking me when i'm asleep.
just like i loved you
you,you're my holy melancholy,
i was growing like a creeper in a mid desert dream,
like a sleeky stem crawling up through the airy upstream.
unlike the knots on the branches,
i was a smooth stem indeed.
& just then a bud popped,
and i was love stained like one hit by a cupid shot,
a pink hue did blossomed
on that ugly rolling bark.
but still the beauty was beyond a behold,
like some happiness on a torn up soul
the tree wondered why it took her so long
to flower and her to grow...
winter came and passed his sigh
frozen and almost lost in snow cast dies
didn't appeared for months in line
now spring was dancing and too was the munching bark
and all that slippery snow that made the stem smooth
was gone...to make it rough again
now,she blossomed in morning dew, a lovely cuddling new
and shone in noon, like aster upon hay loops
she smiled uptil it was full moon,
and then...
one day came an eclipsed night sneaking
and winded her to fly of the tree, off through his airy dream...
no more rough bark,the creeper was smooth and clean again.
flying in the wind she wandered around my pale leaves,searching..
where's the creeper in deep
a wind blew and the vision was clear.
but she closed her eyes,
as if some dust had hurt her in there,
the instant the bark mewed i'm in here.
smiling and rocking, the branch
was half sad half jolly
swinging in loud cacophony
he said at last,
" if you wish you can find me honey..
for i'm nobody but just a line in The Dumb Dream".
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