By being with you. . .

There is always things,

I wanted to say to you before I die,

For maybe time wouldn't last much,

To say it all,

My breath till last,

Loved you to the core,

Those moments we spend,

Was more than we know,

The touch we yearn for now,

Skin urges it's thrist for yours',

Something was magical after all,

For it was love,

That did took off my mind,

Settling me out on a urge,

To finish my unfulfilling thrist,

By being with you. . . .

Surrounded by no one

When earlier I close my eyes,

I was surrounded by no one,

Now is like known strangers,

Maybe it was better I was lost,

For no one there or not there,

Doesn't matter at all,

But now I'm still alone,

No one there,

Eyes rolled left and right,

No one there,

Maybe I should this one right here and die,

Dying for now. . . .

The winter rain

Nothing more than a little rain I missed,

The rustling up of leaves of tree,

A weird sensation,

Some tinkling clear drops of rain,

Rambling of the clouds,

Drenched up earth,

Some more talks,

Birds and dogs finding shelter,

Maybe I should wet up some little,

Feel up and enjoy a little more,

Crackling voice on the shed,

Drops droping on the knee,

Kinda feel good as I'm now,

Laying on the swing,

Knowing that yet more cold is to come,

Things never over until you are done with it,

It stays in the exact same state or may rot a little or more,

They are always some unfinished business to finish,

Maybe I should need a day off something,

From the normal routine,

Like the rain,my friend,

A little break and back to the work. .

My tale of last poem

My tale of the last poem,

For other maybe scared to it,

I may welcome it with my arms,

Smiling at it and happy to end other's misery,

For I long awaited for you,

Night and day had gone praying to be answered,

For it took so long to be answered,

I welcome thy wid warm arms,

A tight hug to end this all,

For this soul has tortured many,

Take it away,

Nurtured it in the depths of hell,

For it deserved to be there,

For it deserved to be there,

Let me welcome you with warm arms,

And together we end this all along. . .

Lot happening

A lot happen everyday,

Nothing much can be done about it though,

People can't be changed,

Things can be,

Still we are surrounded by weak fickle minded people,

Doing everything like a herd of sheep,

Under the tongue of the shepherd,

Blindly doing what is command,

This thing has been going for long,

Some would come and change the game,

Still we are bounded to the herd,

For thing can be changed but people can't. . . .

Day dreams

Sometimes it better to day dream,

To kill ya feelings and mind,

Sometimes it is good others,

A smile on the face,

Whether true or not,

I guess its like hakuna matata,

No worries,no nothing,

No saying to others,

Just being there is enough,

Maybe I forgotted this thing,

Dead is the end,

Dead are the things,

Dead is the me. .  :)

A silent conversation

A silent conversation,

Two people sitting apart,

Having a silent conversation,

The night had taken up its place as usual,

This one no words actually were exchanged,

Just a pui pui was exchanged,

Sometimes being there is enough,

I think,maybe I'm right?,

The two had ears to ears,

And had a silent conversation . . . .

A something new of alone

A something new of alone,

Maybe I deserve to be alone,

For my actions and my past-present doings,

Why I couldn't  be just contended with the fact,

"You deserve to be alone",

That's what the inside told,

You don't deserve anybody,

For you are rotted to hell for now,

In the end the run is to end,

Why couldn't I make it end now?,

For I'm too cowardice to face myself to do that,

Muster up courage I say,

End this run the inside say,

For then the things would stop getting bothered,

From my deeds. . .

A eaten up me. . . .

A eaten up me,

Let me revive me,

A little of this and that wouldn't help,

Need some music in my blood,

On the secondary note,

Eat me up,

Don't leave a trace,

For I don't care about it,

All those words that people speak,

Its better to be hollow then being eaten up,

Here I lay against the wall,

With music in my ears,

Notes against my legs,

Maybe god answers my prayers soon,

A long night to go,

A long night to go. . .

Hold me

Spread your arms,

Find me there,

For I'm always here,

Standing at the same place,

Where you left me,

Spread ya arms,

Feel me again,

Let me be with you again,

To wipe away those tears,

To hold those fingers,

Hold me,Hold me,

For I already had lost my will to live,

And I lived it to love you the fullest,

So spread ya arms,

Feel me for a while,

So that I could take care of you. . .

Night poem

One of the nights poems,

Long time ago,

When I lay with closing my eyes,

Things used to change up,

Weird thoughts begin to turn true,

Things we never thought started to turn cool,

For if bad or worse it turned,

I would wake up,

Realizing it was all fluke,

For it gave some way into my mind,

Some imaginations and some more,

For it happened with most of all,

Characters start to take up life,

Beats of heart was controlled as it dream ran,

Nothing felt fake,

For it was real,

No one could just crawl out easy of it,

For now I should try sleeping,

Nice and easy,

To continue what I did long time before. . .

Night is long for me

Night is long for me,

Not for you,

So I bid you night,

For setting you up your boat in sail,
To sail through the ethery sky,
Have a part of the dreams,
Something new and fantastical filled up in mind for later,

Till you complete ya journey of the night,

To welcome the rise of new day,

With little stretches and yawns,

Would go out and try something new,

That you need to do,

And for the others,

For this life is just not yourself,

Maybe it is need for others too,
Connected connected you are,

Your unfulfilled hunger would leave someone empty stomach too,
For killing yourself would take away someone’s soul away too,
Maybe at the end your existence may matter at the end,

Time is less for now for everything,

Grab what you can you can do

And live your life. . .