Stone, Unstable and Rebellion

Buy me love, tried to buy me love !

Hundreds and thousands for the chain and lying my heart

Where I pull out my dream and I chop my top head cream,

Just like a friend, I start and I cannot stop

Covered in blood, that melancholy draft,

I like the Stone, unstable and rebellion

Many stations, unfortunately made love as for creation.

But then you just vanished,

Still, I’m alone, with Playstation and work

My eyes shuts so Dead-high,I hold to my guts.

Might have fucked with pain, but it wasn’t lust

Couldn’t listen to your advice not to follow. as I’m never wrong yet aired like dust,

In the spotlight, but I’m on my own

Now that you’re gone, everything is stands in stream, just like your eyes so hazel green.

Dawn and me

Just as we go towards the dawn, where light will cut the sky seeking the charge of love. That’s when my heart will sink;

When the sound of night will fade away and noise of busy crowing day will start. That’s when my ears go deaf;When the tale of black and white will die in the streets so mentality thick. That’s where I will go blind;

Where my love will cross the bridge of sanity and where mind would loose the power over heart. That’s when I will go mad.

When the world will seek peace within, I will run to the endless roads screaming my motion of helplessness. That’s when I will die;

Where my body will be buried under gaze of my loved one and where my soul will rejoice her welcome. That’s when I will fail eternity.

Just walk

Walk to other side where you are happy

A new life over the horizon so real,

Waved to oceans away from land

Just you and me, with no worldly fear.

Your nobility would always be warm love

Even if you die in freeze that heat will beat,

I felt heart full of one cried in pain, how

You are what I dreamt of, no one taking your seat.

I walk to the other side

Where you are mine and I am yours to call,

Named for the stars we shine to end time

Now this is a life full of anger, just a big fall.

Rain me

Rain me down with flames so red

Hold me down with trust to no one extend,

Call me mine if that will leave me to rest

Don’t go away, I don’t like this test.

I have travelled a journey of lies

For seeking truth and it’s side,

I am low with no might

Jist of a push and I will fall from a height,

Away from what I had to be doing

I died when I was too young,

My age has no number with no bar of anger

I am stabbed at heart with a “LIFE” named Dagger.

Black and White

As the day falls off in swing of night, everything created so visible holds down to be dark. Even though we feel the cluster of living is as black and white, just not visible!

Joyous to those who wonder in what is right and painful to those who surrender to what was wrong.

With our words to fly in deep notions of what we call life and with emotion to cry for our heated hearts to lifeless beats acting as a judged motion.

My urge lies to know and to know more. My knowledge shall dry the oceans and but fail with future so dark.

I am stranded by a colour white and I am living a life so black.

Sin.

With what we see have always one line of trust missing because we are creations not creators. By far our own wisdom limits us to think why sin is a blasted energy. Energy that flames the one who seek to be sinful or ones who are lost to be pious.

Rows of sins follow us when we relieve on desires, what is of today leveled to beauty, pain or joy. Will all be dusted. Then why this self freedom hangs us down, surely there was a need of good and and equal to bad. Staying for myself, I have crossed my heart and called myself Sinful.

Colours so blue and red turn grey and black, because of the ineffective was created by our mind which sorts us to be the worst rather than the best.

Control the Controller because only then god will judge his creation right!

Failure counts

Nights full of tensed walk can get fooled to be confident and courageous. But what night flips and flops for has its own play. I wonder when was the last time when actually things where placed on a single page. Sorted and peaceful, no hassle and everyday hustle.

Before my stop ends, new life capital is born. With new failure to take and new learning to adhere. What would god be given a choice to be a human, just a charm luck and some counted failures.

Sometimes an Uber can be a though box.

Plans of tide.

Emerging out of true solace there lies a fire of hate. Which sparks out of your normal living. That burns out everyday and to deem light as a fair source.

Such situations can be dangerous, people who know too much and people who feel too much. Dilated to themselves can split their emotions out. That’s an everyday thinking.

In an office full of whispering.

That’s how tides make you cry out.

Clips of fear

Just as the sun sets, one world sleeps and another wakes up. This constant cycle has named its space as life. A total rotation of emotions with time.

It’s gets so black sometimes that’s just some flashy words and bricked voices are felt. Empty and thoughtless; a feeling that fits the lobby of my pain and joy.

Carry the load of unsubscribed ego bumping to catch your breath and kill you. That’s the fear which clips out.

Never ending self question making you shine less for others to live in their dark life, That’s the fear which clips out.

We all have to die destined to what and who we are , as if human had power on desire; everyone would have been godly.

Word to Word

Just a vague mismatch of communication, for he was used for his knowledge over their greed.

Has caused him so much trouble and pain. That an afternoon with tropical sun shining are giving him chills.

Noise and Music have assigned there spaces. no way he can peace out his mind. He has given him self, away to a sway of time and melancholy. Where world has their own cruelty on you, Irrespective of who you are.

You are judged with no trails,

You are sentenced with no justiciary.

Just as in time, which flew away with no regards to what we have and how we are.

Just a Word to Word, in a bus travelling after a failure.