…......A LESSER DREAMER…….

…......A  LESSER DREAMER…….

LIFE IS GETTING A BIT CHAOS, THESE DAYS.

I AM NO LONGER A DREAMER NOW.

WHY DO I THINK ABOUT MYSELF ALWAYS???

MY EXISTENCE HAS GOT NO RELEVANCE UNLESS I DREAM.

GOD EXISTS AND HE IS SO KIND ALWAYS AS USUAL.

HIDING FROM RESPONSIBILITIES MAKES ME SICK.

GETTING LAZY IS NOW A HABBIT.

I WONT LOSE THE GOLDEN COINS GOD GAVE ME.

AS THEY ARE THE PORT OF HOPE.

HUMANS I HAVE AROUND ARE MYSTIC.

THEY CONSIDER, CARE, LOVE AND SOMETIMES FIGHT AND HATE.

BUT THE DEVIL WHOM I LOVE IS STILL FAR.

AND THUS HAPPINES NEVER COME IN DREAMS.

I DO MISS THE STATE OF LONELY THESE DAYS.

ALWAYS BUSY WITH TRIFFLES.

EMOTIONS FOUGHT WITH MY ATTITUDE FOR DAYS.

BUT THOSE DAYS ARE PAST, DNT KNW WHO WON.

AIN’T WISH TO REMEMBER THOSE DREADFUL TIME.

I KNOW IT FALLS AND FADE WITHOUT A NOTICE.

SECRETS MAKES MUCH MORE EGOISTIC.

THE WORDS GET FABRICATED FROM EAR TO EAR.

SILENCE HAS GOT SPEECH, ONLY HEART KNOWS.

AND I WONT STOP BLAMING THE CAUSE.

AND I WISH TO ESCAPE OUT OF MY DREAMS.

LUCK IS LIKE A TRAGEDY, AS GODS ARE CRAZY.

SHOULD RUN HARDER TO EXCEL THE LUCK.

HOPE HARD TIMES ARE AHEAD ALWAYS.

BEING A LESSER DREAMER IS WORTHFULL.

PAIN SHOULD WHIRL IN HEART AS A MONUMENT.

My friend for lifetime!

" Oh God! I am very thankful to you……….

You have gifted me the most special gift in my life…."

Well his script work is fine and perfect...

He transformed the world within me..  

He gifted me a friend for lifetime, as I do wish to call …..

A better half of mine; as I feel she is……

He took us into life like a poem, with a blended mist of emotions…

We talked, fought, cried, shared, dreamt and loved…….

He put us to stick together, when the wind within us was so terrible…

It’s a special canvas; which he portrayed with his every fine colour……

This is what love is... And I would say it’s pretty beautiful...

Like the wind frost she came down at the edge of my heart...  

I hold her within my arms, close to my heart...

And i feel her warmth within me...

It will keep me alive even after my heart beat fades…

My dreams can shape a song, when it gets filled with her and often rules me.

With her lips on my forehead, my mind gets pacific and often guides me.

The isle of love which we created within our souls often protects me.

Melting down like a snow hill, her kind heart often forgives me.

Like a little kid she cares me, I feel the presence of my mom often.

Yes she loves me like anything……

Words are less strong to convey her strong affection towards me…

And I should be much stronger enough to deserve her love……

Let the sail get set against the stream, I will hold her within my arms……

The voyage never ends and the wind will spread love…..

dREAms tRAil bEHid mE......

dREAms are like someone’s prayer.

Sometimes morning colors will take them all away from us.

It won’t leave any mark behind.

And we can’t chase down it ever.

 

Nothing exists!

Until we probe and realize.

Like an apartment Lift I go up and down.

Opting the floor, where I wonna shed my dREAMS…

But for today and ever, I leave at the same floor.

In need of you!

The rain got thundered on me,

As my Heart got wet with your tear dROPS.

I stepped into the dARK as a vampire.

Blood!!..  I can smell only mine..

I care none.. but still you do..

I cant change myself, neither will I do..

 

 

The  window pane got dirty with smoke.

Burnt coal ashes hinder my view.

May be I am blind.

But I can still see you within me.

 

Violin plays the song of desperation.

So as your fingers  wonna play it.

To get filled with inner peace.

 And play the silence of lOvE.

Blue is symbol of desperation..

Vast like a mighty ocean..

Seamless like the sky.

It ain’t begins, never ends.

Let it carry my heart along its reach.

 

My hand writing go bad often..

But the paper is Still white and clear..

As I do leak ink out of my pen;

The  dREAms may get stained.

 

I do define everything in the very first start.

May be a bit prejudiced I am.

And now you taught me not be.

I should quit defining things in the very first start.

 

Let mY dREAms fly with lOVe....

I do like to go into the wild......
I do like to be the murderer of today's truth...
But what about tomorrow???
It Haunts me every moment..

Tomorrow has got left nothing for me, even then as a human, 
who has been Ordained to live his life, need to think about tomorrow....
As you wish, since today has gifted nothing to me,
then the thoughts about tomorrow is obviously gonna be in vain....
I know that this Journey that you like, hasn't got an end ever...
But rather vomiting the pain of yesterday is to cherish what tomorrow has gonna gift me...


Longer the waves are, as longer my dreams are....always under load....
Let me blame my Memories...,why the god has given, as I can't forget you dEAR...
If my dREAms look back at me and smile ever, then that's enough for my life...
If it was a Lust, then I would have been Quenched in a brothel, but my desire is what outreaches Lust...
Let the cannon be loaded, let it may fire a round at me, and the bullets breakdown my heart into pieces, so that no space for a Woman....

How should I touch your Heart???

Even all the doors are shut, I do wait for a miracle to dig a hole on the walls...

And I will keep Hope on myself.....