Thoughts evaporating

 

I want to write so many things which are evaporating,

But words are not there for my emotions patiently waiting…

There is so much to explain this pain,

Thoughts of memories haunting again…

My desires are hampering my peace,

Don’t know how this wandering will ever cease…

The echo of expectations can hear again,

Waiting to get wet in shower of confusions in moon light rain…

Started to enjoy this solitude within all this shouts,

And creating more questions and doubts….

Seems everything is empty when philosophy speaks,

Nothing is true and nothing is false when mind seeks…

 

I want to write so many things which are evaporating,

But words are not there for my emotions patiently waiting…

Emotions of time

 We all have past, but it’s over without any obsession,

I am glad time travelling is not possible in this dimension…

 

The echo of future coming from far away,

Listen to that which it want to say…

 

Siting on present try to make every minute worth,

Try to nurture each emotions which you have given birth…

 

Songs of happiness are whistling, try to hear.

All sadness of past will disappear…

 

Give a chance to yourself to fight with yourself,

It’s you, who have taken birth to live not someone else…

 

The memories will arise from dust from past and will try to dominate,

With fuel of society it has story to narrate…

 

Try to look at peace without any reaction,

The stories will dissolve without any self-interaction…

 

The past was a time where you lived,

And present is time where you have arrived….

 

Give yourself a chance to bring change fighting all,

You don’t know you are capable to break the wall…

 

The bond of past is not easy to leave,

You cry or do wonders, is what you have to believe…

 

 

Siting on present try to make every minute worth,

Try to nurture each emotions which you have given birth…

The threads of sadness was always there with you

 The threads of sadness was always there with you,

You always tried to open with your happiness…

And now when I am tangled you are busy in your darkness…

What was this happiness which I was not aware…

Want to get free from this you have the key…

At least tell me if this my destiny to be like this in this suffocation

And my only hope was your inspiration…

How can you leave me tangled with my thoughts…

Take part in my thoughts …

Don’t try to create new dots...

Try to be true and erase history….

Which you are capable and creating mystery…

Have that balls to say

A big good bye….

Don’t avoid or be silent 

With tears I will be vibrant…

What is important, is your smile

 What is important, is your smile.

Nothing else matters in admist of snowfall you standing for a while…

If you happy nothing else matters

Whatever if my dream shatters…

The noise of busy thought

The literature of what we tend to cook…

when our thoughts don't have grammar why the language has...

let me speak through feelings with tabs…

your feelings were so true.

All the music still strumming like a morning dew…

The gravity of my love will always be there

Whatever flight you take anywhere…

The noise of busy thought

The literature of what we tend to cook…

Ok however it cliché it sounds

 Ok however it cliché it sounds,

Although I don’t believe in all these days…

The gender equality is still myth go in any country 

What an irony we still celebrate first female prime minister in any continent…

The nature gives pain to them every month,

What men can’t even fathom…

Its mandate for them to do things which laid by society

Even knowing their real personality ….

Who and what she wants.

That’s a very conditioned response….

They make castles home,

But again some foolish roam…

The struggle to exist with harmony without their expectations,

Is still consider as acceptance as relations…

Nobody allows her to be herself,

And men cry one she says farewell….

All hypocrisy of this society she digest,

Where she is not even allow to quest…

Wish you all amazing women on this planet

There is nothing which you can’t accomplish or manage…

Ok however it cliché it sounds,

Although I don’t believe in all these days…

We all have past, but it’s over without any obsession

 We all have past, but it’s over without any obsession,

I am glad time traveling is not possible in this dimension…

The echo of future coming from far away,

Listen to that which it want to say…

Siting on present try to make every minute worth,

Try to nurture each emotions which you have given birth…

Songs of happiness are whistling, try to hear.

All sadness of past will disappear…

Give a chance to yourself to fight with yourself,

It’s you, who have taken birth to live not someone else…

The memories will arise from dust from past and will try to dominate, 

With fuel of society it has story to narrate…

Try to look at peace without any reaction,

The stories will dissolve without any self-interaction…

The past was a time where you lived,

And present is time where you have arrived….

Give yourself a chance to bring change fighting all,

You don’t know you are capable to break the wall…

The bond of past is not easy to leave,

You cry or do wonders, is what you have to believe…

Siting on present try to make every minute worth,

Try to nurture each emotions which you have given birth…

When sound of confusion will melt in confidence

 When sound of confusion will melt in confidence,

Trying to listen to stream of consciousness…

Not to do or what to do become one in mind,

Where is question, where is thoughts to align…

I am listening to tunes of society,

Where I was tuned to songs of sanity …

The query to find myself is still mystery,

How to curve this contradictory…

And were lies have to be decorated to prove yourself,

The ecosystem has already made you someone else….

I will fight like a warrior who is already defeated, 

Where the chapters of hope is written before completed…

The decisions of horses of mind,

Making all thoughts again unconfined ….

When sound of confusion will melt in confidence,

Trying to listen to stream of consciousness…

What is love, the myth or reality

 What is love, the myth or reality,

Through the ages, mystics, sages, singers and poets trying to decode this key…

May be an overrated phenomenon of emotions,

Where you want to believe this notions…

The different forms of love 

Which all define unconditional or platonic …

There is always a sound of sadness in love which comprehend happiness,

Whatever you think the paradox of these words are, can still fill the emptiness…

Have to follow the rules in the emotions also, that’s so weird,

What freedom of thoughts we talk about which are born to get disappeared…

 Still thinking what love is, an emotion or habit or choice,

Because emotions don’t have voice…

 

Trying to define this feeling is beyond the understanding because it changes,

With every moment of phases…

So 

What is love, the myth or reality,

Through the ages, mystics, sages, singers and poets trying to decode this key…

What is evolved mind

 What is evolved mind,

A thought which always crawls and declined…

Where normal pleasure is still guilt,

Which has been engraved before you’re built…

The hypocrisy of all thoughts laid by some torch carriers,

And all we follow like a vacuum without questioning the barriers…

The song of sadness still echoing because of this in all immersions,

How to settle this war, were the result is already has versions…

The one who challenges becomes an unconventional clown,

Because majority follows, becomes the truth, that’s so verbal noun…

We are following the rule of following, without searching,

Where peace is getting manifested into something…

What is evolved mind,

A thought which always crawls and declined…

There is place where sadness also dance

 There is place where sadness also dance,

Come with me will show you a bit glance…

Don’t let solitude of your thoughts behold you,

Let’s wait till morning dew…

Trying to celebrate the pain with smile,

Well, I cried for you, but it’s while…

Don’t know starting to enjoy this dance of sadness,

May be its essay of madness…

This writing needs an abrupt end where there is no conclusion,

Let me remain in my delusion…

There is place where sadness also dance,

Come with me will show you a bit glance…

When I think of philosophies of why we exist

 When I think of philosophies of why we exist,

Trying to decode that what everyone missed….

Purpose of being alive is to survive or fulfill others list,

Which is predefined which you can’t resist …

To compare with others or be yourself,

There is ocean of emotions there is question about oneself…

When I think about universe as whole 

All this desires and ambitions seems like empty hole…

We are like living like robots defined by rules,

And even its amazing emotions are controlled by tools…

So don’t tell me whom you love or what you need, 

It’s all programmed in your primitive mind it’s already feed…

Everyone wants a cliché life style,

Where evolution of mind dies in middle…

When I think of philosophies of why we exist,

Trying to decode that what everyone missed….