The Lies, we believe

A sunshine strip on your face, Ah! the angel  I see

Some pleasing talk, but so far all we hear, just another lie

We wish to convey   the truth that we have already known

The mixture of feelings simply holds back when we smile

The talks we talk, yet no outlet for the supersonic  silence

We are two similar reflection , deep down departed of all emotions

And capable enough to come out, if we uncover, the rooted fears

How long are we suppose to just go with the flow, crib and cry?

How we wish by now,we must end,end all unreal imaginations

Questions we have always asked, Answers! I swear we know.

Long and very slow, bewildered we have woken up, and cried

The world we fight, Funny! how one similar thought, calms us down.

The instant happiness to dominate each other, be sorry the next second

How long should we portray, play above and below, who is greater?

Should we let the sincere reason we know each other, go to the trash?

Amusing! We break the broken soul and again pray for miracles to cure

The untraceable stories , the source, the topic we can't start

The bubble around us, the sheer honesty we can't bring out

The guilty concept that is trapped in, the blame we acknowledge

Addicted to trouble , reality we don't face, castles in air we make

Holding hands, figure out, we are not responsible for their mistakes

We have brought peace to world, even though painful, we did obey
I hope to tell you the faithful truth, Alas! I am just like you, unchanged
Imitate each other,fake a grin,we do wear our heart on our sleeves

:D

Beginning to End

He was looking for water everywhere, he just crawled, crawled till the next pool he believed, he has to reach the place, he wants to survive, he thought of his future but his body was giving up , he then  thought of the life he lived, all the  pleasure and pain were meant to be.

To his dismay, the pool was a mirage in the middle of the dessert. He gave up faith again, he knew he can’t survive, he will be lying there for days or a week may be,till he takes his last breath and the passerby will just find his naked skeleton. Funny! He was born naked too.

With a sudden jerk he woke up, he hoped for travelers with bottles of water, a bubble water bath, a swim.

 The brain knows your body needs water, makes you dream,you feel thirsty and you wake up with HOPE and lot of them. He forgot how he felt when he was in the dessert struggling for water, his thoughts then. Probably, like every man who forgets every feeling and just lives in the present. He can do mean things and not even care, proudly calls himself “the beast”.

He went straight into the kitchen and had a glass of water, then one more.

Priorities set!

1.Time
2.Words
3.Touch
4.Help
5.Gift

HAPPY and GAY

Karan, well managed curly locks part of which covered his forehead, flawless make up,the girly gait. What makes him more attractive is the class of artist he is, the way he plays with  colors on his canvas,a smile broken and unbroken, white angels diving into the ocean. The mysterious aura draws  every guy to know him better. He has a lot of good looking men followers. He was born to make everyone cheerful, with his humor that can crack up every soul rolling on the floor laughing.

In his lost and confused phase ,he was a wandering heart .He laughed and cried almost the same minute.His eyes lost ,desperate to make the world convince that it  is normal to love a man.His defination. He desired  to make his creativity a bliss,but he was occupied in  convincing the world about his sexuality. His parents pulled him down, begged ,screamed and cried .He was caught within the society of rules and condition applied. They chocked and suffocated him.

At his party ,there were may be hundred of men but the safest place a girl can be. He crashed in his own party, late! With a smoke in his hand, he went to his terrace  ,then he talked about his life, although he was  born to rich parents, he had his own rags to riches story to tell. And how he still struggles to fit in the society?

What have you achieved so far?

Karan: After a certain age, when whole of the world ask your parents “What does your son do”. Now they proudly say “You know him,he is successful and famous,Yes! happy and gay”

Almost there!

One crazy stuff, striked off my list
Two beats, my heart did miss



Three words that I always hear
Four seasons on being a pair



Five little fingers,asking for help
Six growning years,I thought of myself



Seven clues for you to trace ...
Eight ways you fall into a mess



Nine is saved when stiched on time
Ten to guess,the story of mine

MY DAFFODIL FIELDS

You were a complete stranger to whom I citied my naked soul. My days filled with soliloquies,my dreams to find the way to the peaceful daffodils. And when I met you I knew its you who can help me reach my destiny , the priceless fields. When I sat beside you and traveled across to the North ,the warming Sun yet the snow covered Mountains. I danced to the tune of Music with those heavy wear and the boots , I was FREE.

Then you held my hand, I am not sure if I was in love with you but a wish for few more miles together. For me the miles were endless, and you never left my side. We reached to our mountain range ,the daffodil fields were how I always knew , We were destined to be at that very place. Yes, I am in love with you.

But a wish  a dream are never easy to achieve. You were torn down by reality. Seeing you lifeless, I was torn by reality.Again. we are separated by two different worlds but the journey with you gave me strength to fight , to move , to live...

So, here I am . At  our mountain range ,the place we knew. And When I look into the daffodil fields, I see two kids staring at the mountain of Hope.

"Beyond our ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’
doesn’t make sense any more."
~ Rumi