sometimes

....when we live all our life dreaming and dreaming...sometimes we get afraid we would have been living inside our dream that our true endless moment passed us by ...without feeling it cos we have been prisoners in our dreams.....

the crazy me

air is making me fly

its so strong yet so soft

i know iam crazy

i know iam not a normal person anymore whos normal anyway?

although i cant really c whats there for a while now

but i have this feeling that its really out there

i dont wanna doubt it

but i still caNT and dont wanna c whats going on

but the feeling keeps telling me that everything being replied

that everything being taken care of

its words going between here and thee

thats why its better to be sitting in here

sharing and seeing many souls lost in everywhere

than in reading what you nomore cant really keep

but theres something keeps telling you that its not only you here

but what difference will it make?

if you can be heard or can be replied

its still you sitting all alone kidnapped by such air

where every wave comes and capture you to the nowhere

does all this makes any sense

or its just some nonsense senses created by the air slabbing to your soul

.....................................................................ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

a fight with life

 Among the gathering,here comes "me"

i was looking from one to another

spreading ma smile

trying to forget any pain i carry

telling myself to hold on tight

no matter how i can have an inner fight

but im standing still

iam still having myself

thats what i need to know

thats what i need to take care for

its me and no one else

no matter what

no matter who

no matter where

i have to take a good care

try to find a way out of such pain

no matter how long it takes

but iam ready to take whatever it takes

may be i cry now

but later i will never do like a fool

it will always be a smile

and some tears at few darky nights

thats what i should have infront of my sight

that i will always have a life`s fight

but at every fight,one i will win

and another i will get a life`s bite

but in all cases thats me standing carrying the lighting candle of my life

Drops of rain...(a day i will keep inside me forever-friday 14-12-07) i really do

drops of rain....

 pieces of pure ice.....falling down like rice.....

touching every part of me.....taking me where i used to be.....

drops of rain.....

 it falls on ur head and starts to knock...knocktill your soul re open the dreamy gate.....

drops of rain....

 sitting and sitting...

looking to the faces....

listening to the whispers......

till a sudden invisble carol appeared and touched me and took my hand and started to pull me away....

so faaaaaaaaaaaaaaar away....

....till my eyes reached the opened space where my eyes met the drops of rain..

where every drop started to fall softly on my face....washing away the internal space.....

finding its way to my frozen soul....trying to repair the pain of my wounded soul,,,,,

trying to recharge and collect back the spreading chain.....

drops of rain....

 when drops of rain fall.....it falls deep inside me.....

touching my spreading parts of my soul....

trying to water it and collect it overall.....

drops of rain....

 a sparkle stone....lighting my way back home....

drops of rain....

 an invisible true chain that will always remain.....

drops of rain....

 a very cold frozen touch that would mean so much.....

drops of rain.....

 a few drops of rain wud take you to an invisible framless frame where you can feel no pain.....

drops of rain....

 take me in a long run while iam still in my place where suddenly

iam weary to my bones.....

Blog Hop Saturday

A journey of today Saturday 30th June,2012

Just listening to some soft music closing my eyes and imagining myself at a certain place and i just feel like a princess dancing from a cloud to another that i cant feel poeple around me,designing dwgs as an architect yeah but smiling as if z screen is my window whenever i look at it i feel myself in wonderland and just clicking the mouse make me feel im kidnapped to another world,some ppl would say im up normal and rare who would click and meet me there but its really amazing how some melodies and closing eyes for few moments would make u live in another place while u still sitting at your place at work,some or all would say im crazy ,well i admit iam crazy and i dont care ,i just wish i would never come back but wishes don`t last but at least i had my journey of the day

Lovers' Cove June Challenge

I`ll be here,was that a promise for her or just words to calm her down,did he really mean it?or it was just a tender touch to wash her tears
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