Memoirs ~

~ A rush of memories goes by, 
And I don't know why, 
I have to re-live again, 
Go thru this never ending agonizing pain, 
Watching these love songs, 
Oh, I so much wish, I had someone to belong. ~

Dilemma

~ The dilemma,
Whether to return to a conscious state of mind,
Whether or not I wish to rewind,
The hands of time,
That move ultra slow,
As I hear hang in balance,
In pin drop silence,
That perfect beat,
As I transcendence again,
And watch myself tapping the feet.
I rewind the song,
With a thought of whether this is the place where I really belong,
I experience a head rush,
My head spins,
As I watch my fingers script my dilemma. ~

The Transcendence ~

~ All alone,
Like a stone.
Thrown in disparity,
Given away in charity,
Kicked,
Picked n thrown again,
In vain,
By the roadside.

I've seen lonesome rain
People passing by
I sit stoned,
That instantaneously minutely slow,
To the lightinging fast transcendence into the 4th dimension.

I move out of myself,
Watch myself sit,
Eyes wide open,
Mind hallucinating,
My brain almost rejecting to process that very state,
As if I could turn the thoughts as the pages of the book of my life.

That extravagantly minute moment,
As the times slows down,
And I watch my own frown.

Instruct myself to go outside,
To lie down under the open sky,
Happy to acknowledge,
That moment when you realize,
How fucking high,
U are,
Trying to find a star,
In the empty sky above me,
All so orange with the bight street lights,
Those distant screams of a couple fight.

The answers I was trying to find,
Come right to me,
I lie still,
As I take a trip through all those mind stirring questions.

Let go,
Let go of that past that haunts you.
The lock to that bag of worries,
We carry over our shoulders,
That burden, heavy ironic boulders.

I am left with a smile,
As I scribble this rhyme.

I sit stoned ~

Bare ~

~ Bare,
Nothing to spare,
Nothing to lose,
To choose.

I have a blank sheet,
With a million words hovering my brain.
So much to write without strain,
Yet it feels so messed up in my head.
Jumbled letters,
Fumbled thoughts,
Dispaired Memories.

No one ever has a comeback,
When they read the rhyme,
Every time, time to time.
No one ever comes out to calm me down,
They just stand there and frown.
I stand apart
Bare  ~

At the break of the dawn ~

~ At the break of the dawn,
Different artists rise,
Some click,
Some paint,
Some write,...
And ride,
Some brighter than the others,
But hey ! we are all brothers.
We do, what we have to,
Do what keeps us alive,
We do more than that,
To keep up with the world and survive.
Survive the harsh, mean, hypocrite world.
But at the break of dawn we rise n shine ~

~ Happiness is to find a 100 Rupee note in a bag, you no longer use and just took out to give it away. :) ~

One of these Days ~

~ One of these days,
You walked into my life,
We made promises to stay,
You came in and took my sorrows away.

One of these days,
I saw you walking away,
You disappeared into the crowd you came from,
The pathway is lit,
And here on the green grass I sit.
Watching you walk away.

One of these days,
One of these cold autumn night,
You walked away,
Into the crowd you came from.
You walked away.
One of these days ~
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~ Solitude is the best preacher ~

I Sit ~

~ I sit in a crowded place, 
And with the stupid attempt to find your face, 
I exhaust my mind.

I'm lost in trance. 
I linger for a glance. 
A message, a beep, a whisper.
Days do pass by, 
With so much hue and cry, 
I try to stay calm, 
With all the chaos around me.
My peace is gone with you.
And everything left blue.
All so gloomy and blue. ~

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Feeling Wonderful.

I was talking to someone yesterday and he asked me why I ride with a particular group, (to stay out of trouble, I'd not share the name of the group)

I told him that "I am a man of feelings." He asked me what do I mean by that. I said " if I don't feel right I don't do it."

He then replied " how do you know what is right and what is not."

I said "I just know when it feels right from within."

He gave me a big hug. It was that very moment that is so extravagant and makes you feel that you were really understood.
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~ Joy is incomplete, unless it is shared. ~
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~ It's amazing how our mind relates a song and fragrance to a place you once travelled to and can instantaneously recall the experience when you hear that song again, or smell the fragrance. Just unbelievelabely amazing ~

Cool Breeze ~

~ Cool breeze in my city,
Is so rare,
Like the sight of you.
I'm riding on the highway,
Living life my way.
With your thought now and then,
I don't know when,
I'd see you again.

So distant and so near,
Like a mirage,
So real, but never there.

I hear a million sounds,
Your voice I try to filter out.
Nothing echoes,
Through the environmental sounds.
Like a long lost forgotten song,
Your voice fills my ears.

So much bliss,
The very moment,
So much bliss,
And so much I miss.

Cool breeze in my city. ~
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