My Constant

I hate it when people tell me that I am not myself:- Myself, my dear friends has a personality that acquires new forms, adapts to the environment, feeds off of other's energies, breathes to the rhythm of the music, lives to grows and morph to something spectacular. I will never stay the same...my changes is my constant in life.

My heart doesnt  stop singing...my soul doesnt stop dancing...my mind doesnt stop controlling.

Your Death and My Closeness

When they leave,
Cause death comes knocking,
Remember just one thing,
Closeness to them,
Will always stay,
Your heart and soul,
They will not forget,
It is just the mind,
Which learns to play the tricks.

When life is slow, we are bored....when it picks up pace, we can't keep up and just keep playing catch up. There seems to never be the right balance....and yet life keeps moving forward dragging us along

The Extenent of My Extremes. (in the works)

I have learnt to live in the extreme,
Extreme in all ends,
So many which are,
Scattered all around,
Pieces of mirror like would.

Tiny as they may be,
Painful, they would prove their existence,
Happily, they would bloom flowers
Spread their fragrance,
Extreme elevationas of joy like would,

Aspects they have plenty,
Divided they house in levels,
Maze they form in the night sky,
Sub levels which add depth,
Inner core of earth like would.

Light and Tales

Those lights-They hurt
Those lights-They haunt
Those lights-They warn
Those lights-They tell stories
Tales that no man remembers
Tales all men need to know
Tales that will then be pillars
Tales that will make history
Tales that need to be heard

I want a picture for my status...not just words but imagery

The small empty moments are the ones that fill the gaps in the big awkward ones