More than Words !

Heavy heart, a sudden crack! I tried to glue it up, but nothing worked, i ended up in rags. Heavy heart, a sudden drop! I tried to pull it up, but nothing worked, i landed with a smash. Heavy heart, a sudden loss! I tried to bring it back, but nothing worked, i got lost in your land. HEAVY HEART, A FULL STOP.

You are my melting point, you melt me slow and slow, you melt my body, you even melt my soul. with your soft and gentle kiss, I flow around with bliss, your hypnotizing touch, brings heaven down to earth. I am hopeless and helpless, this feels so safe and free, I have no more words to explain, what other colors that you bring. You are my melting point, you melt me slow and slow !!

As the love went inside me, i started to vanish slowly and slowly, my mind got drowned away, the logic ran miles and miles away, the heart stooped functioning, no search for water nor for food. my body, got lost somewhere, the ego got doomed very soon. my being is nowhere to be found, the boastful self has fled far away, I am nowhere around now, LOVE HAS TAKEN ME AWAY !!

SADNESS, you showed me who it was, i got lost with her, in some unknown valley, and now she is my best friend. SADNESS, it got some deeper meaning, i met her in full colors, even in the darkest moment, and now somehow i am awake and free. SADNESS, the igniting factor of my being, a kingdom raising up, from her soulful presence, and now i dance with her every second. SADNESS, when my heart sings of stillness, the thunder of her being, keeps the universe waiting again, and now my being is empty again.

I am shaking each moment i think of you, why wouldn't I ? I am the flower and you are the wind, You blow me out whenever you are in! Yet, i try to hold on tight,  you take me to some other life, you make my roots strong by and by, every time you come home, i am shaking and alive. I get drunk, high on your drug, as i gently listen to you sing, your voice sings those symphony, that can never ever be crossed away. what more to say to this wind, which shakes my soul away !

I am broken, to my bones, maybe , this is my karma. you sow what you reap, maybe all this time, it was on my seeds. i cannot to anything now, need to tune, my internal sound. What can i say to this? its all, that have always been on my SEEDS.

Part 1 Golden on top, friends with white, and many more. a talking box, a visualizing instrument, a long distance telepathic equipment, and a glass of water. woods! metal and fabrics! electric goods and their boss electricity, a sound making device, dead trees in form of books. a living entity with life, clueless of his thy being, memories captured in a piece of paper, a cage to keep what he wears. this is all about the box, this clueless person lives in, the DICTIONARY defines it as room.  Part 2 I can remember of those days, in this box called room! you and me. colliding to each other, surrendering to the fullest as we could. the clash of two beings, forming one cycle, lips on lips, skin on skin, hair on hair, chest on chest, LOVE ON LOVE. freedom is what we demand, but, cannot get in this world. tear drops falling on my chest, and the breeze of air on my ears, your heat on my stomach, the momentum towards the complete silence. ...

lines starts looking at me, telling me to fill in the blanks, and as the ink sets up, the story begins to be written fast. one by one, as it goes on taking turns, fighting and twisting, it feels the gaps that can, never be filled with the words. moving on careful but free, the movement stops with a dot, and he never knows he is tying a knot, to his soul, tightened and caged. and the people say, what you are doing is totally right. And in this crowd, a MAN, a well known mad man claims that he is wrong in all his roundabouts. he gets shocked at this mad mans words, Me, you are claiming that I am wrong! The mad man, innocent and awake says, yes you and all the idiots around you. Never can he know, what this wise mad man is taking about, again, he starts from the dot, the same lines, the same ink and the same story. he repeats it again and again, a book in every next day, everyone praising him again and again, and he continues doing the same. th...

I DARE TO BE DIFFERENT! NO MATTER  WHERE AND WHEN. I WAS BORN THIS WAY.

The universal play begins, as i sit down and close my eyes, consciousness exploring itself, my flight from myself to thyslelf. elements of Quantum Consciousness, starts erupting with no availabe resources, the jump from something to nothing, the orgasm that can never exist. the reality of the unreal, the functioning of the unfunctioned, the colors beyond the bright  light, this is where i am going wild. the Breakthrough of my existence, the Deduction of self from the I, the Sleuth finally found the suspect, the inscrutable being of thy.

FLIGHT FROM SELF TO SELF

for me you are not just the body ! you are the universe itself, you are the whole essence of life , consisiting of magnificient power of being, you are the eternal journey of your soul, changing the form once in a while ,  in search of the unknowable  this is beautiful, no questions to be asked and answerd  i am just in love with you as the form of the formless unconditional !! running deep in fusion of our lifes rythm ,  its symphony and its a song  and we are all the song, the singer and the witness !  how beautiful !! i know now , what is the meaning of love !! its everything existing everywhere. you are me !! i am you !! thau is the existence !! where are you and where is me !! beyond beyond beyond beyond beyond beyond .... emptiness, and this is us!!

worm holes everywhere, every corner and every door, time explaining its reality to the  space, and the space acting as if, it does not know. classification everywhere, divided and devasted, n still people talking about peace and unity everyday, sheer stupidity in the peoples face (their personality), and the idiotic people following other idiots everywhere. the watcher who watches is now being watched, he himself will  die of the shame which he has, think again where the world will go , when all of us will go with the lifes natural flow. Imagine the trees wearing leather shoes, and the flower putting on some branded human perfume, this is where we stand my friend, for once lets all of us be at our real present. (note:  personality comes from the latin word PERSONA which means MASK!)

This crunch in my stomach, and no explanation available the sudden quietness and the unwanted gravitation fail !! How can i explain, Why this is? Each moment which looks like a ages  The downturn of my life's economy  and the rising level of the moons tide And this clash of two ostriches  none of them ready to explain  dualistic coverage of the stations  but no sign of a common gate !! unpredictable judgements that nature creates, falling angles from every crescents  the LUCIFER ready to open the GATE, GUESS its really what they call 2012!!!