More than Words !

Hello, This is a poem, and yes you know it, Why did i write it ? Just because the poet was the poem enlightened! And where is this poet? Who knows, its not me or by me, or is this me ? Yes, its the poet, but who is he ? If you know something, Do tell me ! Its not coming from this or that world, Its not the part of the global, Or just because it is a vision, Can it be all what is not comprehensible ?

Searching the remedies for the extremities, Eyes glaring at the household diplomacy, Why on this world is this discrepancies ! Where are the recipes for the transparency, The consistency of the hearts with melodies, Oh yea, the memories of the smiles and miseries ! The imitation of the childhood incubation, World doesn't work on the assumed illustrations, Nobody comes and gives you an explanation, Its all about the inclination of the soul in illumination! The revitalization of the voices in segmentation's, And there is off course the cycle of males menstruation, Don't believe me? check the psychological interpretations! The filtration of the heart in the social installation, Why create the alienation to the self in alternation, Frustrations, don't need a fixation rather a realization !

Shadowy days, dreams vanished away  the long lonesome night staring its way,  if all of what is life is just a silly dream , if all of the nights were the day screaming ! How would it feel to know its not even a dream, Where will all this go even if its a life's scream, How will i know the answer if there isn't a question, Who is who, if life is the living in universal assumption ! This very feeling of not belonging to this self, to where is this life just a pause of different proclaim, this eternity i am living in seems to be the infinity unrelated, all these faces the life is wearing seems to be the traces undetected !

The addictive smell around her, her big and childish eyes, the babyish penguin walk of hers, makes my heart just jump alive ! The incarnation that she takes, when flowers blossom around her, the humors of her natural expression, creating the worlds of wonders ! Deep down to her DNA, she must have been created as an angel, the soul embodied in her body, must be from some other clusters ! What can I say of this girl? this dazzling, elegant and irresistible soul, as long as i will be a mortal, ill never have the power of any mortal words !

hours staring at the empty paper, still not getting the right words for the first line, life ignores the life surviving around, increased degree of schizophrenic segmentation's, i am still fine !! Peace, you say, i get when the words comes to life, Its heavenly when the being of my living is born, how can i relate to the feeling that i am trying to say, this madness of the world within, getting on its way !!

Love, is like a glass house, its clean, shiny and open, but once its breaks down, nobody knows its location ! One that leaves and one that breaks, Who is to be blamed for this mess? You get attached and so possessed, when you know life's not a fairy tale, you remain as the bird with an empty nest, LOVE, do you really know what it is ?

Love, how strange is this being, so called I fades  in serenity of living, lovers get in-tuned  with the universe, those attached to body  are bound to suffer ! Who says only the  mouth speaks the words, I have seen hearts  speaking the unspoken, Who says only the ears  can hear the words, I have seen lovers  listing even to the tears ! Love remains as it gets  deeper and deeper, Where have i gone,  and where is this lover, This sip of love is  united in the harmony, Poetry of life explaining  the love, its symphony ! How can the world say  its doomed in sadness, Gods speaking the words  of love in this madness, How can these people  be so deaf and blind, Look around you,  life is full of love scripted ,  inside to outside !

Life is like a chess game, The heart competing with the mind, The soul competing with the body, Looking closely enough, its life against life. Sacrifices, on every move: every time,  Either you kill yourself or your own-self, Life is between the black and the white, The rapid gestures going in-between the time. Duality the gateway to stage called life, Every move is the farewell to the next side, Who gains and who loses remains the final ride, Life just slides between the fingers, like fireflies. Life is just like the chess games, with side-less sides !!

Slightly, behind the time warp, The choice of jumping in the ring, Or logic of escaping truth of eternity, Will love forbid me from thee to thee!! Chances are beyond infinity below zero, Grounds attached to the sky through rainbows, Black holes in-between the primary neurons, Is Life just the impression left with self sermons!! Holographic memories of collision of life, Is it what it is or that which ought to be? Additions leading to neurological windows, Am I the only idiot to be so happily reformed!!

Demand, Desire, Happenings and the Moral obligations, facts and fictions revolving around the crucial divisions, the heart pumping and the mind trumping with questions, Is this the tasks or the answer of the long secured religions? Fuckers, filled with fuel of tyrannical self, 'THE EGO', one that is innocent, unique and pure, is left uncultivated at zero, Love is it just the attire of the human beings, so defined life, Or is the world only blinded by the colors that artificially shine! The so called society, filling the young heart with curiosity, is actually the pre-inscribed  dogma of what is called unity, Preference are already mind mapped, life is just reciprocity, Where has all the nudity gone, the purity washed down shamelessly! Faceless, the world stands wearing the clothes designed to hide their beauty, like dogs being taken to the store and made to wear clothes, deleting their identity, the self is sad, to see this division,and the world saying its

There is a group of ignorant people who love to be asphinaxiation, and create a huge politics surviving  around the nonversation ! Mostly these people are philargyrist trying to prove their rationality, and the very illusion of the patration being the basis of irrationality! This phenomenon looks plebicolar to the wide variety of lunatics, this very revolving Karma gets refueled by these phlyrologist ! Around the corner of this cycle are the pamphageous relativists, and the xenolexica of this encounter is the mystery of the mystics !