Is it wrong that I chose to be cocooned in love of my family?
Is it wrong that I chose to be blushed in warmth of my city?
Is it wrong that I chose to be serened in chaos of my sanity?
Is it wrong that I chose to be purified in status of my sensitivity?
Is it wrong that I chose to be pauperized in wealth of my ingenuity?
Is it wrong that I chose to be glided in wings of my liberty?
Is it wrong that I chose to be pampered in dreams of my destiny?
Is it wrong that I chose to be survived in passion of my vivacity?
Is it wrong to be what I want to be?
If it is... Yes! I am a loser!
Loser in the masked world!
Monday, February 22, 2010
Dream
19/2/2010
I have a dream…. to incarnate as the rosy petal of the morning bloom.
To incarnate as the mild dew of dusky gloom.
I have a dream…. to incarnate as the whelming rainbow of the cloud scatter.
To incarnate as the sharp lightning of tumultuous thunder.
I have a dream…. to incarnate as the wailing cry of a whining baby.
To incarnate as the wobbling steps of a newborn pony.
I have a dream…. to incarnate as the melodic tune of the aesthetic mind.
To incarnate as the pedagogic quote of the poetic bind.
Dwelling in the drab of spiritless essence, pseudo named as life…
I have a dream…. to incarnate anew, experiencing the solace of a momentous ride.
And to wither away in the ashes of illuminated pride.
I have a dream…. to incarnate as the rosy petal of the morning bloom.
To incarnate as the mild dew of dusky gloom.
I have a dream…. to incarnate as the whelming rainbow of the cloud scatter.
To incarnate as the sharp lightning of tumultuous thunder.
I have a dream…. to incarnate as the wailing cry of a whining baby.
To incarnate as the wobbling steps of a newborn pony.
I have a dream…. to incarnate as the melodic tune of the aesthetic mind.
To incarnate as the pedagogic quote of the poetic bind.
Dwelling in the drab of spiritless essence, pseudo named as life…
I have a dream…. to incarnate anew, experiencing the solace of a momentous ride.
And to wither away in the ashes of illuminated pride.
Remembrance
17/2/2010
Riding through the eerie darkness, the flash of lights flow across the window pane,
Bringing back the wink of memories!
Gazing through the mellow smog, the swivel of breeze shiver the nerve,
Bringing back the touch of vagaries!
Laying softly on spongy back, the mystifying music melts the soul,
Bringing back the tingle of melodies!
In the essence of vehement solitude, I look through the oneness of the sky enveloping us.
Surviving the excruciating pain of crucified heart, hopes of remembrance, within me lies!
Riding through the eerie darkness, the flash of lights flow across the window pane,
Bringing back the wink of memories!
Gazing through the mellow smog, the swivel of breeze shiver the nerve,
Bringing back the touch of vagaries!
Laying softly on spongy back, the mystifying music melts the soul,
Bringing back the tingle of melodies!
In the essence of vehement solitude, I look through the oneness of the sky enveloping us.
Surviving the excruciating pain of crucified heart, hopes of remembrance, within me lies!
Let Me....
2/2/2010
When I’m laid amidst the deafening crowd, with the slightest budge… with not a wink,
I’m conversing with myself……. Let me think!
When I’m stranded between lost paths, with the confused grimace… with a daze,
I’m fighting with myself……. Let me choose!
When I’m faced with 1000 piercing eyes, with the coy smile... with shaky legs,
I’m rummaging for words….. Let me speak!
Living in a world caught up in the mesh of dying souls and inevitable changes… LET ME BE MYSELF!
When I’m laid amidst the deafening crowd, with the slightest budge… with not a wink,
I’m conversing with myself……. Let me think!
When I’m stranded between lost paths, with the confused grimace… with a daze,
I’m fighting with myself……. Let me choose!
When I’m faced with 1000 piercing eyes, with the coy smile... with shaky legs,
I’m rummaging for words….. Let me speak!
Living in a world caught up in the mesh of dying souls and inevitable changes… LET ME BE MYSELF!
Survival
20/1/2010
With broken dreams and like the tsunami that gorged me …. I’m washed away, I’m numb.
I survive!
With broken heart and like the world stood still…. I’m shattered, I’m paralyzed.
I survive!
With broken wings and like there’s no air to sustain me…. I’m teared, I’m fluttering.
I survive!
I rise.. .I rise from the ashes, for I am…. I am the spirit of Phoenix!
With broken dreams and like the tsunami that gorged me …. I’m washed away, I’m numb.
I survive!
With broken heart and like the world stood still…. I’m shattered, I’m paralyzed.
I survive!
With broken wings and like there’s no air to sustain me…. I’m teared, I’m fluttering.
I survive!
I rise.. .I rise from the ashes, for I am…. I am the spirit of Phoenix!
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