Drag Along Burden

wake up from that deep slumber,
or shallow one, it doesn't matter.

clear it,
waste it,
the false assumptions,
all the miscalculations,
why do you preserve it?
once is never enough,
even with clarity,
its always a 'go ahead' with you.
creation manifestation.

its not that simple,
there is no expectation
in terms of understanding,
you are simple,
an easy going bloke.
we function with similarities,
but as always, the contradictions bonds.
how jagged edges come together.
i guess this is how it really is?
finally found the
missing piece of the wrong puzzle.

is the reason 'in hiding'w?
or simply 'asleep'a?
i doubt 'extinction'i,
or even 'towards that't.
if its 'fear'i,
its truly a 'disappointment'n,
should have 'reached' there by nowg.

Drag Along Burden

Sorrows are dressed in black,
when rejoice should replace them at death.
Comfort is seen in a mask,
with smiles as his companion.
Perception is stoned
by gleeful merry men.
Shallow framed pain with fear,
associating himself with happiness.
Laughter drowns mourning,
when 'should not' becomes 'should'.
Thoughts were beaten up
by the drunk cheer.
Anger sold revenge at half
of what he sold forgiveness for,
as he succumbed himself to despair,
leaded by misery who is unwilling.
Satisfaction cloaked foolishness,
concealed to escape understanding .
Hurt impersonated joy,
' you smile, they don't '.
Sincerity stood aside,
as greed stole the spotlight.
Kindness took the blame,
as pride kept on going.
Love and care held hands,
as the dominant beings spat in their faces.

mine to keep, mine to remember,
for sinning can't be stopped here,
only with constant prayer,
a sincere apology
with an actual conscience.
temptations linger on solid ground,
infestations happening because we allow it,
misusing freewill,
I for one.

cornetto

its tonight with eluded thoughts,
to leave behind a proper understanding,
to live without knowing why,
to accept without a struggle.

no longer 'just' fragmented,
but now just a fragment,
no more hoping,
but to see what the future holds.

for staying and not running,
for holding on and not giving up,
for trusting and believing,
for listening and opening up,
for unnecessary 'i'm sorry's
and for necessary ones
for understanding and accepting,
for honesty, with or without pain,
for non awkward silence,
for not burdening either way,
for the 'i wish' and 'i hope's
for being different and unique,
for being sincere and real,
for being forgiving and non judgemental,
for being an escapade from the ordinary,
for trying in many areas and ways,
for the voice and smile,
for the tears and laughter,
for realizations and waking,
for being the greatest ever,
to this, i give.

with that one voice asking,
'why are you staying?'.
why should i go anywhere else?
pain does not give scare here,
it only makes an indentation,
do we throw away great happiness
because of too much pain?
true pain is common,
true happiness is rare.
so to run is foolish.
3 strikes and you are out?
no,
here's one more,
words are cheap,
but the words are proven,
staying.

Hey, is that a smile?
Yeah, it is.
The greatest smile ever.

age old winter wall

bliss and mercy,
take a hand.

dark shine full of luster,
what does this human ignorance seek?
its thirst or yours to quench,
down goes the bitter taste of man.

abnormal sweetness is still sweet,
so why the shrug?
only a notion of sentiency,
but that's understanding enough.

dance bush, dance

bound to happen.
the whiplash.

who separates punishment
from coincidence?
so much of this left,
and yet the only thing necessary is
to accept 'cause life just goes on.
on and on and on...
always the same, always different...
where does acceptance end?
such an oddity
where we live in.
are all these necessary growth phases?
does it all really help?
how do we know?
cause of that supposed 'fuzzy' feeling?
do we do it for the greater amount of smiles
as compared to frowns, hidden or shown?
utilitarianism, yeah, another
fancy word to define what we try
to understand, endless futile attempts.
do we self acknowledge that what we learn
and go through is good for self development,
when really, we are just dressing up our
downfall, pampering ourselves with 'self
encouragement'.
what do we know?
easy, not much.
what do we think we know?
easier, everything, or at least in that direction.
yet, don't you just love humanity?
imperfections, inconsistency, denial, narcissism,
a never ending list of words made by man
to insult man.
through insults, we grow,
insults help, compliments confuses,
what a twisted little world we made,
so everything we make contradicts,
this post contradicts itself,
but contradictions makes space for
improvements that we aren't sure
are actually right.
so what is right?
when we die, are all these necessary?
ultimately, by then why do you care?
you escaped this world,
this spherical world that throws
us into circles with no ends.

1..2..3,4,5
once i saw a room light up
6..7..8,9,10
then it all turns black again.

berry in

with each closing,
a desire fade,
eventually it becomes an 'on off' thing,
but not at will.

when a remora leaves,
what does a shark feel?
disorganized? unchanged?
with such a sudden change
to something so routine,
the guess is odd comfort,
not great, just a short rest,
but the remora will return.

sing a simple love song,
and a pair starts to dance.

turkish delight

keys and ivory,
it sings a fine jingle,
as a maestro conducts,
the curtain falls,
the curtain calls,
and the ever changing
spotlight is unraveled,
peeling through the
sweet, sweet air,
and with midnight closing in,
with glitter in the eyes,
beholder with nothing,
folded comments
cluttered on the floor.

typicality,
wishful nonsense through
the cracks like running water.

mozaic model,
county fair with
its coloured snow,
like stepping on a rainbow.

pouched benevolence

crown the sparrow
with a crown of dominance.

sleeping to dream,
sleeping to a dream.
no disappointments
'till we wake up.
reality without any hint
of fantasy is not reality,
a drift of the mind, a slight
detour does wonders
for our sanity, don't you agree?

scissors spring

pitching the thought,
voice hungering a tone,
malicious over dwelling,
collision, fusion.

hazel hazel,
memento mori.

country warmth

as early as it may be,
its comforting to know
that it will not drag on,
same case, different case.
clock hands don't reach 13,
conventional ones don't, anyway.

desired deterioration.