Charades

dreams and reconcilations... thoughts and epiphanys...beloved were you exasperated you were...
loving you were empathising were you.... ardently following the labyrinths, christened in your approaches....treaded the currents. rewarded you were deserving were you....meandered through the time cocooned in the teachings.... providing you were giving were you.... speak to me now alone on the bed....smeared with love dressed in memories, open to yourself are you....
upturned the rocks erected your steeple... lying here you are, i watch you as you change from peaceful to a marauded soul....i want to tell you, listen..
deceit leaded you, the morals you twisted, you may have reached a height but lying here you are...bleeding your soul, crying in my ear.... i see the culminations i see the beneath.. iam not elated but iam humbled ....i've seen it, i see it in my own ire...
i see death dancing on your funeral pyre.....

apathetic

Death i thought was freedom.....acquiring it was my plan..but i stand here all the worlds below and the heavens above....i look at them comparing, of one door i have come and one stairway i shall take....to the beauties unbound and mine forever.....but
they seem to haze, i cant hear the birds chirp nor can i now smell the lilacs....all i see here is a perfectly sewn lawn, but i still miss the ones i loved and the ones who loved me, their eyes when they hold mine.... in a gaze which these angels cant.... God send me back i should'nt have longed to embrace death, i want to feel again, i want to love again, i have left some words unsaid i want to say them again.....
i want to be wanted again....

One (more)

These lies eat me on the inside....whenever i open my mouth whenever i breathe.... the things you said the things she did....how can i tell you friend how can i...iam not allowed iam not alllowed those words i remember....my life extends encumbered in uncertainity all i can see, swank of the clouds the shapes change the level differs i have seen the cries you made the people you gathered. they werent friends....iam gone in the periwinkle heaven of the clouds i make the matters of my mind....replica exactness of what i had seen the images i had drawn the parts that troubled me.....Verbatum i can hear the cries you made the people you gathered they werent friends they werent them....even now whenever iam alone the carnivals haze out the laughter of the hiding i can hear i can sense you had made love i never forgot it but friends what can i say shes happy the little girl has grown up....exhausted by the daily rituals the ceremonies made in the minds of the dopes....
the leaves of toxin show them the light the thoughts that never crossed their mind the leaves of toxins.....i can see the finish i had imagined it different we had seen it together girl you pointed it to me....slipping the poison they knew it before i did....why all i ask is why did they know it.....when i rubbed you on the shoulder i wipped off those tears iam dead to me....smiles you gave the winks you made is all gone and i know it he dint deserve it.....just a peck on the back of all the sorrows i gave i shouldnt have the crystal i broke.....no apology is big enough come back please i say......

Hop Skotch

Let me write a song and let you all sing along....
Dance with me today rejoice all....
Run with me come make noise....
Lets circle the fire and sketch the skies....
Gasp at stories again and paint our heroes.....
Iam writing a song why dont you all sing along....
Erect your steeples and guard your homes....
Sunk by oblivion you tread unknown....
The labryinth streets scare you, distances haze....
Play again, run for the ice cream trucks...
The parks are yours the swings are waiting....
Birds have been chirping the flowers have always blossomed....
Dont interpret the end lets find the seeker....
Hold hands make chains shout aloud Hallelujah....!
I have written a song thanks a lot for singing along...

Wait

the most sought after topic which self supposed writers like me pursue:

crystals bejewlling the twilight, silhoutted poise gracing the occasion.... innocence draped in the glow found rare and far, an unharming welcome in the most inviting crescent of lips.... flow ever so beautifully captured in the curls slightly troubling the eyes, awareness of beauty in its most humble forms.... melody outpouring with every word ever said, satin woven in the most perfect fashion ever touched by lesser mortals.... perfume humbling all the scents of arabia, gestures known only in fairytales.... divineness hushing the oracles and angels, purity glistnening more than gold.... calmness of the halcyons,chirpiness of nightingales.... such a blossom weathered by the roughean only self responsible for the cacophony in his life.... disturbances, euthanasia all that now comes to mind.... the jar of riddles is spilt, new roads to weave.... pied pipers lead, circles of anticipation spiral.... crushing the grass kicking the stones movement in direction ahead never ceases.... breezes scream silences die edge is ever so near.... sinewy stance the eagles soar.... the ol man promises dawn....

Hitchikers Entre

Cackles, cacophonies, gibbers and whines in the hitchhikers head.......
Joys, exhiliration, dreams and jubilation in the hitchhikers head......
Anticipations, fears, conformations and questions in the hitchhikers head........
Presentability, phrases, penultimateness and silence in the hitchhikers head.......
Requests, efforts, logic and words in the hitchhikers head.......
Acceptance, inhibitions, images and agreement in the hitchhikers head........
Conversations, topics, connections and belief in the hitchhikers head......
Plans, missions, fears and anxiety in the hitchhikers head......
Deceit, daity, demands and disarray in the hitchhikers head.......
Chaos, anarchy, bloodshed and commotion in the hitchhikers head......
Timidness, repentance, pity and tears in the hitchhikers head........
Failure, apologies, arguments and defeat in the hitchhikers head......
Pain, sweat, adieu and sleep in the hitchhikers head.

Scene: A hitchhiker on a long curving highway,
takes lift from a person just to find himself in agony at last.

Can be translated to any event in our lives....

~ Born hitchhiker

Halcyon (Me)

A mime artist performing in a silent ballad
Living here in this world as a lower petty mortal hushed by the inexperience’s of life
Where every voice is raised to be jolted by truculence and savagery of inappropriate power…..
In a world where solicitude….and its synonyms remain forgotten by far……….
But after every act of their bravery trying to encyst me; a voice reaches……
Reaches deep within to erupt as resilience towards the higher n more wanted parts of civilization…………..
But as generic evolution has resulted to give me some thinking powers I act as the pacifier……to my hunger for revenge and boldly these words come into mind…..
It’s not how hard you hit but how hard can you get hit!!!
And it’s not that you have fallen but how do you take that fall………
To be frank at the end I thank you for being here and spending your moments realizing my side of the story……let me tell you
The honor will always be mine………….