And she swings beautifully,
staring at me,as if I am,
Nothing but the dried leaves
near the broken woods.

the tides of an ocean
took me away, as if i am,
Nothing but the object to be thrown
near the white shells .

the footprints of a human being,
reminding me, as if I am,
Nothing but the memories of a dream
near the cranial nerves.

the desire of a dream,
silently whispered in my ears, as if I am,
nothing but a painful heart,
which says...whatever...indeed...
"Life is Beautiful".


iti........

A new rose has bloom into the garden.The thorns of that beautiful rose enter into the nerves and gives a new painful desire.What kind of desire it was !!!!!The desire might be for a few seconds or it will continue upto the different milestones of life.When u goes deeper into the fragrance of the flower, it will give us nothing rather than a sweet feeling of happiness.Instant happiness played a beautiful role ....though the pleasure is for  a short while but the presence of the fragrance will enhance the layer of sweet honey.

how busy i was ! Busy in doing nothing......priorities changed,things were replaced,people were replaced...in between...completely and practically the memories of time and tide were emotionally changed.How differently people need to play the role.Moving onto the next role,the nature and the qualities were easily accepted.How mature the mind is ! It wont take a minute to change and give a shape to the new one.The owe goes to the aesthetical beauty of the time.How sarcastically the time has changed and how beautifully the compromises played his role.......indeed watching the Homeland Series and waiting for the Magic   moment.The berries were as usual red and now the red is so irritating.how beautiful it would be if it will be in black.The black is so soothing, but the traditions wrapped up the fabric into an empty wooden box., When i opened it, i found a faded dusty yellow t-shirt, still resuming the fragrance of an empty bottle.Things scattered,the flavor of life were tasteless,when i look back into the statue of a naked women, i feel like to hold the dusty wooden stick and carve the emotions of the naked body into the white sheets but the fingers were burned and injured to do so.how weak the body was? It is the mind which comes in between and i jotted down the nerves of tht naked lady. Indeed its better to wrap the lady with white fabric. how busy i was ......

iti...

how wonderful it is to be here inside this loop.How beautifully she sketched her life but in between the colorful joy distract the movement. along with him he takes away the joy of being sorrowness. Indeed the life is asusual comes across with the hurdles of limits and consequences.The flow of tears into the cheeks turns into a valueless droplets.And she d.said, the shadow of her image is artificial. She created it for the bones and muscles of the meaningless creatures. How beautifully she sketched her life into black and white. the priorities of life change

The Limitless Sky
The Blueless Moon
The Faintless Hope
The Caged Dreams
The Painful Patience
The Heartless Beings
The Motionless Life
The Speechless Memories
The invisible Tears
And she said,
few more milestone............