Boredom

hunger lurks for

a free mind

compelling

to change the thoughts

in the darkened and rusty mind

for the imaginary joy

for the changing time

a silent art

with a magical flow

in the darkness with

a divine, enlightening glow

a open mind,

a waiting one

the empty surroundings

not a reason found

with in the boredom

a silent sound

A Place

there's a place

somewhere in my thoughts

randomly

checking upon the

images of

broken lines of

stones,

glasses shattered into the

tears of the living dead

consuming the

mind of

those

who tend to have unexpectedness

upon your views

thoughts

but,

there's always a place

to take out some time

and rethink of what has been told

written down in the piece of paper

that has been shattered with the

spider webbed eyes,

always a time to clear the disguise

A part of me

There's a part in my head

where I have a dream

and it's locked up in a tiny little boxes

of hopes and imagination

There's a part in my life

where I have a place

and it's locked up in empty boxes

of thoughts and feelings

There's a view in my head

where I see the world

through the open eyes beside the empty boxes

of hopes and imagination

Will

Wisdom

a state of mind

transformation

into the reality

from the disguised

sense of ability

Appreciation

seek seldom

get always

let the work of art flow

with in you like

the warm breeze by the shore

Reason

a reason

to smile

to love

to heal

to feel

to cure

to share

to understand

Devotion

just to you

So far away

to believe that

you'll never just be that far away

and remain in my heart

but ,

you're not even gone now

and i already miss you

a crazy thought for now

but,

will be so hard to let you go

yet i feel like you're so far away already

and the clouds of feelings are hovering across

my mind

ready to come down, to the reality

for the rest of the time

that we have

and its not at all going to be easier to live with

and i miss you already!!

Words

the silence is broken now

the words has been shattered

but an awkward moment hangs

into the darkness of imagination

of where and how is it going to be

wondering

finding words

rusty eyes

creeping mind

for answers

for a memory of a life time

to a commitment

that can't be undone

but

what words do i speak

what words do i seek

its the hunger for the word

in the world full of hungry words

Pink Floyd

One of these days
Under the pillows of winds
Fearlessly I will listen to the echoes
Of the sound of obscured clouds
When you’re in burning bridges
The gold its absolutely behind the curtains
So stay until the childhoods end
What’s the deal, mudmen?
Speak to me!
Breathe
Why on the run?
Is the time running out?
For the great gig in the sky?
Under the eclipse
Any colour you like!
Until your brain is damaged they will play
Money-The greatest hit!

So shine on you crazy diamond!
Wish you were here!
But welcome anytime you like!
And have a cigar!
I’ll show you my pig!
The three different one’s
And the sheep’s and the dogs
Finally my favourite the pigs on the wing

In the flesh
Upon the thin ice
We will spend the happiest days of our life
Hey you!
Don’t leave me now
Oh good bye cruel world!
Is there anybody out there?
Or is nobody home?
Bring back the boys home
The show must go on
Vera lynn
Stop out side the wall
Waiting for the worms
And the run like hell
Until you see your possible past
And one of the few post war dream
The gunners dream
The heroes return
The final cut
In the Fletcher memorial home
On Southampton dock
When there’s to suns in the sun set

Where you will see
New signs of life
On the turning away

Keep talking
Why are you lost for words
I have I high hopes!
I’m coming back to life
And take it back
The great day of freedom!