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!!

Doorway to a box of luck~

Rise up and see the sun,so strong and bright,its rays being so conscious about their beauty that they only shine when its the time to,

All of us wake up and see the sun and hope to see a day full of success and no flaws,some pray for their presentations to go well,some pray for their dealers to be more trading,some hope for their bosses good mood,doctors pray for good health,lawyers for more cases to solves,nurses for lesser patients,teachers for all homework to be done,pilots for a good weather ahead,vets for cure,nouns for peace,politicians for more money,drivers for more passengers and students for no homework and just funn,and the day goes on for soo many other people in different fields and with different jobs from the smallest to the most professional ones,and all are just finding the doorway to a box of luck where is everything available,

once we find it we are over the moon some say and some say we fiind heaven on earth,

its important we all know but is so important that we forget to live the good moments of live?is it worth loosing family values?is it worth loosing your temper at loved ones after the hardworking day?is it worth all the sleep?is it worth all the nervousness?is it worth loosing a moment of prayer?is it worth loosing all those events we miss due to the run for luck??

No its not worth at all,yes its the materialistic century agreed 100%but not so intense till i loose everything but only gain fame,

Queen Of Time

Queen Of Time,
She is a lady of no limitations,no rules,no stoppage,no stigmas,no egos hidden behind the tissues,no rescues,no flaws,no ambitions,no goals,no expectations,no mood swings,no sweats,no chills,no sickness,no goosebums,no desires,no wants,no needs,no illusions,no silver shades,no lies,no truths,no secrets,no aims,no thirst,no hunger emerging inside,no diasters,no weathers to sing about,
what is she?
She is the Queen of Time who has a life of nothing but oxygen..
She wakes up with rays of sunlight and a bath of water,
And moves out,where and why she doesnt knoe but only knows that her job is to save the world,
she is so pure from in and out that when u look at her a smile just comes with joy,
She cant be resisted cause u want to be under her embrace,under her arms of love,under her care and under her shelter,
u feel complete when u cry on her shoulder when ur rejected by the people and are left alone to those black marks on the skin,she comes running with her magic to heal them so that they dont hurt in time,she is neither rich nor poor,she is a bank of health,
She prays for the crops and washes seeds with her hands,
she knows nothing about heaven or hell but cares of good,
she is practical beyond a stingy man,
she lives in this century with the right traits and education,
she is like everyone who walks down the street with bursting music and non-focused smses on the view,
she is like everyone and she is everywhere,
she eats,sleeps,watches t.v and dances her legs down,
so whats so special about her ask u?
She is special cause she loves u..