What will it be when it can be a muse !

I would like to treat my life, like I would treat you

Would you hear when I will say what I need to say?

May I seek shelter, just next to you?

You can cure my loneness, should I cure yours? Can me!

being a mortal man, I am very vulnerable. 

So, can I?

Do you know?                                                                          

Silence can be a beautiful language.

May I and you be possessed (by it)?

Do you know?

Your eyes reveal your thoughts and desires to me.

Your eyes know all there is to about butterflies and wheels.

Your eyes reveal your thoughts and desires to me.

I see a woman standing at seashore, waiting for the next wave

when it arrives she holds hands with it and sways

now she is a newborn river, a mother and a lover.

Do you know?

One cannot make love to beautiful ideas.

Monologues

A Grownup's refusal
to grow up,
a betrayal ? 

************
She was a fetus inside a bottle 
bottle which broke,
A new life embraced her
Miss Sad , she was.

************
Every night,
shadows move tight.
Thick skinned whores,
maybe, your lover for the night .
If you have earned peace
YOU will be asleep through the night

************
Being proud can be a hoax.
So, are you proud ?

************
I smoked grass with the rats
Rat's took piss at me
I just hallucinated.
As time passed,
they frowned.
Them,
clowns with crowns.

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She says,
being young , It's funny
Delighted , I enquired 
Being old ?
She just winked.
She, " She sells sea shells at the seashore
and I live at the mainlands. 

Open Letter.

Dear Beloved,
Venus.
It’s been two hibernating season since I left wandering and enjoyed brief moments of excitement which soon faded into a never ending solace. As yet one more time the hibernation period approaches thus somehow nostalgia and nausea both grabs me .You know, they make me do strange and somewhat embarrassing things. Just like the trees which shed their leaves in bitter cold becomes bare but still remains alive I too became bare and experienced misery but remained alive. When the period was over I got busy to find a new skin for me but by the time I completed my search and returned I was told that you also went into hibernation as a remedy. I soon realised that you took a new skin and later it was confirmed by a mysterious whisper which said now you go by a new identity, Venus. It made me leap into a state of shock which resulted into madness and melancholy.

Pardon me for the manner I use to make you aware. Just so you know I hold no bitterness or any sense of prejudiced anger towards you. But being alone and being lonely are two different things. I hate seasons, each and every. When first spring came I started to explore, carrying thoughts of you in the back of my mind. But my paths were mocked by disappointments and illusions. Like a human who goes into hiding when he can’t feel the land beneath his feet’s, I went into hibernation one more time. I returned taking an escape route; this path was not my first preference but somehow at first reluctantly went on. As I found some hope as some creatures expressed to me how smitten they were upon you. I thought I was following the right path till I realised that you will defy any and every attachment. It made me scared and my conscience was shaking mildly. You know, I don’t appreciate gloom but I think it does appreciate me. I am writing mostly about myself but believe me I am very curious to reach you.

I think your identity is acting like a camouflage. Sometimes I wonder as Venus will you be seen someday blossoming during some spring morning. Or as Venus, do you have various forms! But, I blindly believe that every Woman have that ability including you. Did I ever tell you about my secret fetish of smelling your hair in full spirits? Or did I ever talked to you about this girl with incredibly chubby cheeks, she’s an interesting human but sometimes she blabbers about all-sort of topics with a child like curiosity.

As I will start hibernating again, I promise you like a traveller who is very ambitious. I will not let the time collapse..

                                                                                                       Yours,
                                                                                         A trustworthy traveler.

Melancholia.

Happiness is not happy,

Happiness is feeling sad.

He don't feels joyous Anymore

It says of things which are of purely hazardous nature

He says he is being engulfed by bittersweet emotions 

His acquaintance asked the fly "What did you see from the wall”?

"I saw him becoming impatient for the first time

As Days went by, Words rarely came out of his mouth

He even started to believe that orders of the events were conspiring against him".  

                          As Only a Fool takes everything that represents beauty for "granted"   

                         And as the madmen would proudly claim To know every of                                                                                      "nature's Oldest Secret's".  

                            "In The same manner Melancholia is bound to happen with

                                  every living body”.

Freedom In a Crooked Robe .

Choked up faces
Pure Misery.
Or maybe
Actual Bliss;
When Silver moon screws with my thoughts
It’s a joyful nightmare.   
                                                                                   
...............................................                 There was a guy,
                                                              Cheerful and Holding Up bloody ambitions ,
                                                              Those events were nothing remarkable to others

                                                                     But, he found a star.
                                                                  A creature veiled with mysticism 
                                                                  His heart to that soul and back to heart 
                                                                    And a temptation to touch,
                                                                       He was swayed more or less.
                                       
                                       
                                            ..............................................................
                                        She, the star, a creature bounded by boundaries’
                                        Circled by emptiness,
                                        For her freedom was a distant dream, 
                                        A million Year of Desperation. 
         
                                         On one uneven night
                                         A spark was ignited in her eyes
                                         Whether the two drops were tears
                                         Two teardrops, one formed from either eye.
                                         But it was red,
                                         Helpless, lost her immortality.
                                        Death was knocking, freedom was granted.

Yearn And Aches.

A swan in the lake

The lake is gloomy

The Skies are cloudy

A day even worse than the mid-night.

Someone sing a lullaby.

Sun without sunshine,

Mountains Without Peaks,

Fountains of Saline Water.

I have been awake for days

Days are Nights

Nights are Day

Someone sing lullaby.

Gloom of Night.

I tried to dig my nails deep into my forehead.
I slashed some skin but failed to bring effective effects.
Suddenly, a drop poured from my eyes,
Can't actually say what it was.

A teardrop caused by the pain i got from the act,
Or a teardrop caused by the hatred bought by own insecure imaginations.

Yes, I am insecure that is why i still curse Lennon.