Deviant Dreams
Friday, November 6
It seems as our days pass by, we see more things which are meaningful, careless, emotionless- the framework for deep human relationships changes its order on daily basis and eventually , most of the time the results is depressing.
It is becomming deeply disturbing, an ugly shape and sometimes you can see white drops of friendship lingers on. Sometimes red drops...Sometimes red roses...
Not sure whatelse will fade away since the day we linger on here...
It is becomming deeply disturbing, an ugly shape and sometimes you can see white drops of friendship lingers on. Sometimes red drops...Sometimes red roses...
Not sure whatelse will fade away since the day we linger on here...
Sunday, October 18
Wish you could read this..Wish you could see it...Wish you could feel it
dream it
live it
Touch it
Give birth to it
Walk over it
Cherish it
it
it
it
dream it
live it
Touch it
Give birth to it
Walk over it
Cherish it
it
it
it
Tuesday, October 6
A few people are diamonds but mostly they are stones...you have a long way to live alone.
Thursday, September 24
no bubbles, no crying
that is what you think - but as life stays bubble-less, some other troubles starts...
that is what you think - but as life stays bubble-less, some other troubles starts...
Tuesday, July 14
We are not going anywhere...we will be in this living room...we will be drowning in black hole while cheering our victory over their pain and blood...
Wednesday, July 1
Does not see a bright future for him - but she hopes the best for the him and the people!
Saturday, June 27
Any blue sky left?
Is the passion going to beat alive?
Will there be any eyes stretching out for the truth?
The so-called ecstasy land blooms in blood
The tattoos of history dig the death valleys so hard.
Will we be the new soil for the new soul?
Or
We will be lost in the blood game.
The pain is bigger than our being
The lost hopes in the insanity of the storm
The mass whispers of this land
Will there be any bed to heal this land?
Will there be any wine rivers left to the ecstasy of their lives?
Or
They will be lost under the train of ignorance?
Is the passion going to beat alive?
Will there be any eyes stretching out for the truth?
The so-called ecstasy land blooms in blood
The tattoos of history dig the death valleys so hard.
Will we be the new soil for the new soul?
Or
We will be lost in the blood game.
The pain is bigger than our being
The lost hopes in the insanity of the storm
The mass whispers of this land
Will there be any bed to heal this land?
Will there be any wine rivers left to the ecstasy of their lives?
Or
They will be lost under the train of ignorance?
Tuesday, May 26
A dive into my death
A jump into the none-sense reality
The blindness of whispers
The melting dreams
The crystal of your eyes
Burning
In the life-long run
Shall I keep the hole of light?
Shall I repeat the songs to survive?
Shall I read the verses never achieved? Never dreamed?
And there will be survival?
For
The crystal eyes
The passionate smiles
For each birth, after death
The beauty deceives
The comfort kills
The growth would be missed.
A jump into the none-sense reality
The blindness of whispers
The melting dreams
The crystal of your eyes
Burning
In the life-long run
Shall I keep the hole of light?
Shall I repeat the songs to survive?
Shall I read the verses never achieved? Never dreamed?
And there will be survival?
For
The crystal eyes
The passionate smiles
For each birth, after death
The beauty deceives
The comfort kills
The growth would be missed.
Sunday, May 24
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0MFCVjciTBE
Monday, April 27
boys are scared of cuddling more than sex!
Saturday, April 25
I have missed to stay in bed till noon in lazy Saturdays...just like those good old days which are gone....
Thursday, February 26
Let life kiss your ass
do not run for life , but let life run for you
Go where your dreams and desires take you, you are promised that life will follow your steps...
Wednesday, February 25
emotionally retarded.
Tuesday, February 3
Will the dreams survive?
before I melt in the wheels of time...
before I melt in the wheels of time...
Thursday, January 15
Not even time
Can stop my tears
After all this...
6 years...
Still I can remember the snow ...the cold night
The mourning day
and
The peaceful day
That you were gone
just in a second
Live long my old Friend
Can stop my tears
After all this...
6 years...
Still I can remember the snow ...the cold night
The mourning day
and
The peaceful day
That you were gone
just in a second
Live long my old Friend
