Friday, June 24, 2011

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

Thursday, June 2, 2011

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


Wednesday, June 1, 2011

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!