Smoke Me Away!!

I wish I could ruin all that you have
I fancy I am doing it through all that you lag


I wish I could chomp you up from inside
I wish I could stay just by your side


I wish those hands never loose hold of me
Never in day, dark or when its time to sleep


I love to burn out into ashes for you
When I know that’s what is keeping a flow


Though it may harm you a LITTLE
Be a man and show off the whittle


I m the devil for you but you don’t care
I will not leave anything in you to complain, BeWare

My DeAr LiFe....

When I see you in the eyes…
Sometimes I witness a tear gently sloping away
And sometimes I know where I am standing has no flicker
It gives me nothing except a fleeting shimmer

And then I spot a leopard running for all what it wishes
Fighting hard with the monster and facing all glitches

When I see you in the eyes…
And then a slapdash being on the facade of the planet
Who thinks “I have the only sooper cool gambit”

But then not a control freak who wants it all flawless
A failure to whom could mean to make it lifeless…
Ok those are the traits of a NERD after all
Believe it or not that is somewhere sometimes I fall

When I see you in the eyes…
COOLNERDFLIRTEMOTIONALANDRESPONSIBLE
That makes it all the more vulnerable

When I see you in the eyes…
This is all I see when I see you in the eyes
That’s where I fall and that’s where I rise

Trailing Spaces...

Gaps between the veracity and fantasy
Makes me put in a lill more oddity

I crave to soar high, with no one to scout
On my fantasies … with a dim doubt

There are these trailing spaces
But I hate those wailing faces
For the adore of verve I pray
To make me what they want, to make it grey

But Alas !! I feel this trough right there inside
N then I am lost in the circuitous beside

Its not too hard to understand my plunk
With all the passion… I still may flunk

But the trailing spaces still leave a chance
Just look back to give it a Glance…
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I Am Over For The day...

Life pricks me in the middle of the night
And confesses the glitches I have henceforth
I know I have to nothing but fight
To prove me, myself and my worth

I don’t want to die like a withered blossom
Who is neither desirable nor accepted
Who wants to live at the tip of the gun?
Even if my presence is pleasing or dejected

The green around me seems so very jealous
Im over for the day but they are still callous
Be with me !! life reflects again
Or all the illusions will drain out in rain

The sun shines on you even when you are shattered
Its only your pick…
Because its only stance that always mattered

On a Cup of CofFEe...

On a cup of coffee …

A thought dashes through my mind, sitting alone and reading myself for a change.
What a mess it is… When I compare it to reading the most boring of novels

But I was curious how could I be managing it :D
I have this bad habit of observing people, Ok I don’t call it bad because I find it pretty entertaining.
I mean sometimes you can just make out from their face what’s in their mind… Ya at least you can assume to have predicted. And some are so busy with what’s happening around that they just forget what they are here for, where they are… These people are rather not too interesting.

But some which are gets me saying and reciting this… J

Look at those profound engrossed eyes…
Where the hell their all attention lies

Neither do they seem any fascinated in the cup of coffee they stare
Nor is anyone so lucky to simply get a glare

The bitter coffee, neither freshens them nor erodes…
When they look up all seems corrode

Someone’s walking in with a radiance that’s vivid
Someone’s leaving with a goodbye that’s crooked…

But the coffee and the eyes freezing for the one to stay
This is just how all my dreams lay

Look at the sky and you are alone in nowhere
Look down on world, and you find yourself teeming else scared

I finish my steaming cup of coffee and tend to leave for a mile
Suddenly those eyes glance up and gift away a Smile

>>ABSCOND>>>>

ABSCOND>……..


I want to know me inside out
Wanna slice down the comfy Stout
I want to show me…
Whats on my chalked out plan…
And what I can do not jus to make it slang
To craft it big it takes a revolution sport
To make it enviable, to make the port

To confer my heart with a swing of thoughts
And let go all the pending draughts

Wreck out the real me to mask the sham
That may souvenir me with some sore cramps

But that’s affordable to smash the boredom
And an easy way to accomplish the Fathom

Picture’s like the top of the mountain
Standing with arms wide open…
To peep out of what I make-believe to be
To the one I always dream from thee

Walking through the unending road…
That’s life!
But still making the intact course…
A remembrance to flipside n laughs with tears
Jus the one which says at the end >>> “Cheers”