Friday, April 17, 2009
WHEN 'LOVE' MET 'SEX'........
Love committed a crime.....
She had it in dreamy eyes
when SEX gone through the BUUTER-FLIES.
Love was on a dangerous ride....
She never thought him too hard
with all her pains she was out of her pride....
Sex took the possession just like a bride.
MEANING OF LIFE.......
Last night i had a dream.
i saw a world
i never had seen .
Life was nude
without her layers.
night lagged behind sky
moon never saw our vision.
A world out of my reach...where
life never followed her destiny.
Destiny???????
I never heard it before.
Eyes brimming with dreams
now dont know how to go back.
Seeking for its destiny....
couldn't sort me out.
Loosing my way down
i forgot my destiny again........
i felt the bliss of life
out of her destiny.........
A world i can't say perfect
But life never played a hide and seek,
I was out of my destiny.......
only knew how to live.....
how to see the dream...
The dream not scray at all
but surreal with her path...
never seeking for its destiny
only in quest for the
MEANING OF LIFE.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
IT'S HOLLOW......
RANCOUR loves me....
she relies on me.
when i feel i am out of her
she reminds me again.
This is what i face
we face...we cant be out of ourselves.
cause the flies are free now
out of pandora's box.
If you are there god,
why dont you dissipate us
out of our existence?
Is not it you
who enmeshed us
with the cycle ....?
Is not it you
who let us to do
what we desire or need not to ?
I feel its a hollow....
cycle drawn with a thin line,
i can see the the plight of hollow...
only the dreams of assumptions
coming out of them.
Why dont you make us out of what we can see
leave us to feel only the appetite of empty?
WHY I M HERE?
I am not going to create any kinda picture of entertainment...so need not to emphasize on the nitty-gritty of this global language(language or literature??)....every1 is cordially welcome to make a comment on my voice.....i know it wont loose its sharp tongue anyway.