>the blue…

Friday, July 7, 2010 . 1 comment » . Posted in General

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The maroon wall that you see is not my lavishness. It’s my empty heart. The dark blue sky that you see is not my love. But it’s my pain. For all the dry leaves you stepped on to is not my autumn memoirs. And it’s the spirits of days gone by. I know… you know… All the way you rant to devastate the barriers… Once the hidden wall was built on the shores of light blue aquatic. Eventually the wall that was crafted with buttress fell upon the race against the fiery sun. Like a bridge falling down, deep down… down to the unknown land… And it was assorted with the fine blue salty sluice.

The more they tried, the worse they were worried… They hard they thought, the weird it got soften. Everybody wanted to be somebody. Everybody thought to be somebody else. It all went in vain…

And the picture that you see is not my trinkets. But it dangles around my neck to spread the ray… to the one who is in need of a smile. And for the ones who are desperately in need of a shining shield. I know… you know… All the way you ramble across the empty streets in search of a dear comrade… A sweet friend who lets you be the way you are… Everybody wants to be somebody… No one thought of being the mirror image they would wanted to see… Ah, i know… you know… love is your friend… And when the strings of love beats, you may want to bleed for another life… Like a november rain falling upon your roof when you are grey and lone… Such is the masterpiece of your sound mind. 

And the maroon wall that you is not about loneliness… It’s my heart shedding tears for love… for humanity… and for candour… And when the clouds fall apart for the rain to pour, i will see the magic in your eyes… in your heart… and in your silky silver smile…

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>I ‘n’ U

Friday, July 7, 2010 . 4 comments . Posted in General

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There’s sadness in your eyes. Like a river, your tears roll… In the end, the amount of love you give out is what you going to take in. True. Towards the exit you run… Another door opens… In life, you see what you wish to. All the good things sprout from a dream… And I believe in dreams. She had a dream. In her dream, I held my heart in her heart. But her love went afar – to an island. Through these sweet memoir, a sweet flaming tale smudged upon the wooden wall. These walls… if these walls could hear… or talk… the whole error would have been fixed. Today, the dreams of an ancient warrior stood still… Dreams… What exactly is a dream? What exactly is life? They said, upon all the little deeds, a sweet reward is kept aside.

Tomorrow is only seen in dreams… There’s hope… In my great grandfather’s times, I saw million warriors losing hope to the death. None. No one can ever fight against time. One man’s time is another one’s patience. No one can ever fight against time. The distant hymn I hear is my own echo. And the heart throbbing music is played by a trumpet.And when it’s played… the waving spirits of the yesteryear flashed through my deep dark black eyes… The nights and days when I used to walk miles to study… love… Ah, well… Everything flashes through these dark eyes… There’s sadness in my eyes, said my love… And years later, I ran from my love… from everything and everywhere… Life… Lost… Last… Never did last… Nothing is eternal…

In the spirits of nature’s concord, we dance. A tune that which played in the backyard has been heard every time you break down… And your train of thoughts stop. The world appears to be flat… And you lose balance… You lose the energy level to carry on forward… But… the dreams that we have cannot be replaced with the battle of heart and mind. All of us will have to go forward… There’s no stage for mistake… but it’ll make only stronger… There’s sadness in your eyes, she said. And the sadness is the spirits for humanity… But there’s also hope in my eyes… And all of us will live to love… When the distant harmony brings us the sweet melody, I smile… Like a rush of silver stream, heading towards the dry patch… Through these sweet memoir, a sweet flaming tale would guide the way… to the ones that comes after us… after I and You… until then… the fight is on… And the fight will be on… until the last moment…

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