A Bath Through The Rays

How beautiful it is to see the rays passing through u,on the rays i see my life focus like a projector running picture after picture,

i drove pass the bay of rays one afternoon and then i realised i saw a reflection i was waiting for,

have u ever seen the rays and felt like u have had a bath or they went pass through u making u feel like an open book?must have i believe cause i have felt it,

an afternoon after heavy rain,when the sun comes out for its welcome is when u realise the warmth in the air,till before u were enjoying those cool breeze and the chills through ur nose,the moody mood for a nap and some hot snacks comes to an end when he comes with its soldiers,the rays..

i felt like some part of my body feels light and recalled,

i closed my eyes and heard my heartbeats and felt as though the feelings in me are valueless to the phase i am going through,my eyes streched all along and when i lost sight i hummed the sound of light and its beauty so new that for once i forgot myself and lived a moment of shine.

i understand the importance of nature as i want to serve what i wish to,

as our days pass,nature shows its colours and none of us can go against it,bow down and accept either its good or bad,

so does it allow us to stop the happiness of someone's gift if we cant get it?

its a sin if we do so,our views are there and will be ours forever but someone's gift's right is never ours and we can never take it for them even it is not suitable for us,

its theirs and they one day or the other had to achieve it so they have now our senses tell us not to allow them to let them take it we start our charts of comments,i have realised that each of us and everyone of us has some dreams and wishes,some of these wishes are granted and some take time to be granted..

but all will be afterall,one day...

Jolly for Life

The year is coming to an end soon,singapore's national day together with india and pakistan's independence days are coming up this august,looking back,a history of freedom has been granted to nations and all free for their lives and we celebrate it by being a part of it,respect and relief it gives to the citizens of that country or nation and proud u feel for have served in some way or the other.Staying in a country for over a long time gives us a whole book of experiences and tasks,so much happens,comes and goes and we play with it like puppets.Afterall thats what makes u a human of right and wrong,if u dont see the world from the nearest eyes then a wider picture shall swallow u one day..
Many occasions have passed by and i have grasped quite lot of it,being a silent observer it gives me great pleasure to hear,respond and sense the clues around me hidden in words,stories,tears and laughter.
I feel like a magnet without magnetism,but full of force and gravity,so much of absorption and less of reduction,the right usage of my world is my sharp eyes which not only take also give a lend.
We go around seeing the new part of the story and trying to make some practical conclusions out of it but how successful we get depends of the reasons we give ourselves,many times when we sit in a group of chats we try to argue with some facts of the others which might not be suitable for us but gives the others happiness,so shall be for once make a shallow heart and compromise or shall we be like others strong and stubborn,cause if its not my cup of tea so wont be urs,
thats rude i believe,though i have a fixed view i believe that give ur opinion first as a relative and then as a friend,only then will u and the person make a correct movement out of that topic,sometimes situations are such that being practical is like being nonsencical,afterall u have to think from the heart and mind not only from one component,
I hear new accounts in the walk,
so much of extra information that now i am getting aware of the future state and conditions,
looks like the year ahead shall bring some gloomy fireworks..

Jungle of Tears

A Jungle,

so big,so wide,so long and unlasting,

u can forever run ahead and never turn back to come home cause its a place where u loose ur distance and get lost.

Its the same for tears,

We can caught in them and never realize how deeply lost we get in them and their flow,

so salty and wet they are just like a jungle early in the morning..

How do we get caught in them without a reason>not possible,there has to be some heavy thud behind the net..

So unbearable it gets when we are confused,engaged,caught and there is no way out.

a trap is circularly rounded around our lives and we cant get out of it till there's no miracle.

A pal inside me always says that when there is no miracle,there is a source above it and its a dark roomed sunshine.

where is comes from is from the evil inside the mind,hidden somewhere there..

it always speaks when we dont want it to and its because of the burning voices which trap us in pain so deeply that we get caught in the jungle of tears without even realizing its inhale,and we cant exhale as its too late,something similar to a smoking puff once it touches ur lips u just cant resist its existance.

the same for them,they just flow and flow and stop only when u want them to...

Green Petals

Dew on them,lightly resting in sleep for its their turn,the petals wake up soon moving alittle ,the sun has swallowed the moon and the rays bright,
the time has arrive,i hear new things,new views,how amazing the minds are..
Michael Jackson died yesterday,
a news i heard in sleep and then stood up in shock,
People come and go,birth gives happiness,new hopes,glad heartbeats but death gives sorrows,traumas,heartache and a movement very painful to attempt.
he was a good singer,a man who helped got disgraced and also claimed,
he has seen success,he has seen failures and also unconditional love,
what a man he must have felt of himself when he use to face the mirror in the morning,the fame the beauty,the money,the words,the notes,wow..
when his heart rate stopped,how many things he must be wanting to do,
he planned so much,
maybe he wanted to say
maybe he wanted to buy his last meal..
so much..
he has left the world with a history of sound and voice and so much talent..
god bless hiim always..

Clueless Creativity

Silence is one of the most sensitive points in life,they speak right in the eyes straight and sound.I have never seen such beautiful eyes,so pure,so radiant,full of life hidden behind the lashes,behind they walls of the eyes there is a hidden story,there is noone here who is so close,your city is so strange shows something and teaches the taught.I dont know what will happen next but i know i will see more and more and so much that it would be hard to count the experiences.Turn back and see what you have left the good,the beautiful and the torture,there is so much to hold in the bucket but the amount is nowhere.
Once when you forget to close ur book and the ink mark the night follows and the flow goes by what is left is the same empty page and the dried ink bottle,its the same when an incident breaks you and by morning all the tears are dried up.
On the forehead of the sky,there is a bay of hopes,
a row of tears and a kingdom of pain.

Bleeding Penny

Look through a coin,a silver or gold plated penny,
whats its value in this current world?
nothing,one cant even buy a bottle of water with that,but go back history,turn the clock,change your mind and walk down the road of war,when the world began,there were souls so pure and fresh,they knew only one word and that was 'love',where is now?
its alive lovers say,but i am not talking about romeo and julliet i am talking about loving one another,the care,the humanity,the generosity,our youth has forgotten it,
its all about money!!
a young man,a young lady they grow up to compete and see who will earn the most,who will live with fame and pride and who will live with a job to less to fulfill his dreams and leisures,
this is the current history,
the previous one also shared the same trait,people killed each other for money,for overwhelmed poverty and so much of hunger.
He didnt know that his penny will make his world a diaster,
i look in the eyes of the little children,the old,the soldiers who died for their country and who are still willing too,what do they want?
they want a happy family,a father with shoulder,a mother with food,a house with shelter,but it costs,
it needs lots of pennies,
we all run and run,
for the countless happiness hidden in notes of fates,
we have now moved ahead,
we have only become materialistic,greedy,frustrated,competitive and cunningly automatic all we want is a rich life,
dinners,brands and pleasure,
we dont want values,we dont want religion,they just waste our time,
No they dont i say,
cause at the end of the road there is just a bleeding penny twisting itself round and round....

Twist Of Taste

I taste mangoes this summer,some taste soda,some taste jellies,some taste puddings,some taste sugar,some taste the chillness of water,some taste the wind,some taste ice-creams,some taste ice,some taste mix of everything and some tasteless,

Twist is hidden in every delight and every in weather,in its every fruit,in its falling and increasing of unpredictable temperature,

Its so unique to see such a beauty,

when we move on in life,these small wonders become opaque and we loose their importance,so its very important to treasure and pleasure them,

if not they wont please u as well,

these are nature's kings,and have their control when its their turn so u love them they treat u,u hate them they bite u and if u hate them they beat u,

you and i are like moons,

we change our taste with our moods and everyday this pattern follows just like the moon,

we cant stick with one,we need a twist of taste,

and thats why we love our favourites so muchh!!