Mine or not mine...

Every tiny piece of me cries
For those best days
I've ever spent 
For that memories of the
Spilling adorability 
For that purity even the Tusker felt 

I am fighting to tell myself 
It's okey for her to be 
Not mine 
But I've become hers..

Gone by

Spent the good half of your youth digging the data

Learn to see everything with your glasses of rationale on  

Would always look for justifications, purposes and outcomes

Trying to prove everything you can comprehend would exists

Well, they aren’t

Not every story would have its background story

Not every action would have their purposes straight

Neither can you plan everything with 99% accuracy

Nor discussions would always be needed, your actions to speak

A life you`d used be looking at a tiny micro point

Where every other scenario is tested before

You would prove nothing is not equal to zero

So you would find there is something

Even in the great enlightenment

Your life gets closer to the middle point when you pass this age

Nothing would excite you to jump around

Or to weep on others shoulders

Life is lonely,

Well, WTH we lived all the postgraduate time in solitary

No longer sensitive for small things, others to find you inhuman

Sleep becomes convenient

Than the struggles of fakes and reals

And not to be pissed on their attempts to fool around

Find your peace with the three letter suffix added

Knowing you can cuddle with it, hiding in the room

Stop thinking three steps ahead so to stop spoiling serendipity

Remember even the well-manured serendipity can easily go wrong

Finding love wouldn’t be that easy, pillow talks to become boring

Seize your global goals, know it’s hard to guide the two horses’ cart

The more you climb this tree of facts and functions

Would mostly see the mechanics of the world

Thus to lose your appetite on an apple pie, now too much sugar in it.

Would hardly find a sensible conversation

And the good old days of slutty jokes are far gone by  

Birds of a feathers would flock together

Well, there aren’t many in the area…

Soul that confuses

Fragrance of thousand essence
Softness of thousand pearls
Cheeks that cheers life
Fully a gesture with untold meanings 
 

Twisted her hair, gets in my hair
Blow up in the wind and blow my mind too
A soul of thousand charms
A soul of countless confusions..!!

Give me a pencil

Remember bothering my mam
Asking for a pen instead of the pencil
When I was a kid,
And my mother says....

"It is easier to correct the mistakes when
written with the pencil.
When you grow up, you would hardly make
mistakes and then use a pen"

Now, many years have gone by and
I think I am somewhat grown up ...

" Mam, give me a pencil....."

Piercing Answers..

Answers you seek

Wouldn’t show up

On an empty sky

Piercing branches

Once were greenish

Led you to thought

To cherish for long….

Pierce you there and here too

Guided the path, pain to be true

Yet be sure thou walk the horizons

Leaving dead trees

Where they belong

To see the answers

That seek you….