Trying to connect the dots.....

I am curious, tell me everything about thee, an open book I am, you may say I wonder, even an open book has shallow words, spilled rather carelessly, or done willfully I will never know, for you are the master of your secrets I am curious, to know the real thee, who are we really without these secrets? a bunch of lies? you may ask the whys and wherefores  or even dismiss my quest, none of my business you see business is what I bleed at! after devouring everything that you have said, I still look beseechingly at thee, like I am gazing into the infinity of secrets, just to be free from the quest! Inversely, I sense you fighting too covering every chink in your armour to say nothing or to bare it all captivating they are, food for the soul too, you might even take them to your grave! I may say as I please, in fact, you are brave! yet, I beseech you, tell me your secrets I am curious It is because I care, I will consider and cover! I can play with the words,  but truth be told, I am just c

Thoughts often volatize into dreams By thoughts, I mean the ones That I emptied myself into Before I know they are bygones I find nursing the newborns The fire never burns out It just blazes inside out My soul wants to be painted With beauty, dreams though rented Thou make me feel beautiful I am in my dreamscape Gaping at the valleys And thou beside me Your eyes speak more than your words Hoping I would unleash from the spell My eyes are now less colloquial Yet your superficial gaze Makes my heart leap few beats I am in my dreamscape Oh! I feel beautiful The music fades and I look for you and... You are gone, may be In quest of your own dreams I found seized in my own dreams Yet the fire never burns out It just blazes inside out The chase meets a breakthrough And my soul is not feeling blue Thou still make me feel beautiful For the beauty lies in the state of mind The dreamer in me is no more blind The voyage continues with hope, dreams & spirit pined!

Darkness spreads so does the silence silence appearing ceaseless just before the discord shimmering colors that are unattainable; dreams unbelievable in the day's light traffic too dissolving into the stillness driving in the breeze which curls through my hair strangely symbolizing freedom the joy of thinking nothing just brushing the fresh air all seeming to stay forever the moon throwing a dim light through the dark inviting dormancy to the slumber-land night's dream intoxicating the negatives the most wonderful feel without, being conscious of the feel darkness is not all that dark after all reality in its most unrealistic form shattering the doors of the impossible nothing...just had a wonderful ride :)

Freedom never came in lump-sum My dreams often crushed by her reality Warnings and assurances, she was always in duality Weak I thought she was Because I thought I knew her She was alone when she got me Perhaps alone even while getting me Things were done at her back thinking she would never hack But never realized that she led me from the back Suspicious I thought she was Because I thought I knew her I always wanted her to work like other mothers But could never tolerate her absence just like all those fathers I wanted her to be everything what I was not Constrained I thought she was Because I thought I knew her By the virtue of age, I am now a woman But to be a woman like her, I have miles and miles to go Strong I think she is, Because I feel, now I know her!

Confused smell, pro-skid canteen floors looking for someone you know smiling at those you wanna know fill voids in my mind... benches abandoned, giving it up for mosquitoes "survival of the fittest" applies here cursing the door which locks you up every night nursing the dreams under the moonlight "The walks" down the lane some to hold hands some to burn the fat fill voids in my mind... I peep into the empty classrooms missing the screams of joy I look at all the addas , where love was declared and broken all creating pungent emotions I peep into the eyes of my friends without them peeping into mine they all look so busy their new dreams far from mine and glazy how I miss the joy of being lazy they say it is now the time to fight the world the real one it seems... as I walk alone to the large gates glancing at everything that belonged to me realizing that they will no longer be mine create voids in my mind...