Dream Life

                                        I have many sides but which one is the                       original? I go by many different names but which                         one is mine? I hear so many voices my own was lost in                the echo's years ago My memories feel like that of a stranger's  I can't seem to remember people I'm                  supposed to know I feel like I'm going crazy yet to others it's                     all just a show My heart is going numb from all the pain                    it feels constantly And it seems that the more I'm searching,  Th...

                                                 It's been a while since words have found me,    the time between - you'll come and go;    I'd grown to love the sun around me,    I've been a stranger to my woe. It's been so long since there was silence,    all around me, your voice had rung;    like a bird who sings, to greet the morning,    to tell you that the day has come.   It's been some time since I've felt lonely,     like a book that is, no longer read;     the darkness lingers on, without you,     it fills my empty heart with dread. It seems an age ago, since you have left me,     time has filled me, with words unsaid;     as the sadness seeps into me slowly,     and I am left to face the night ahead.

                                           I love him and he loves me. We spend every moment together. When sleep parts us, we often meet in our dreams. I like to take naps throughout the day. Like a cat, he says. He is a cat person. He thinks my eyes are beautiful and strange. He has never seen eyes like mine up close before. He says they look at him with daggers when he has done something wrong. Like when he forgets to order olives on my half of the pizza. He thinks I am especially cute when angry. We argue over whose turn it is to put the dvd in the player. Sometimes no one wins and we end up watching bad TV. Which is never really a bad thing. He never imagined he would be with someone like me. But now he says , he can't imagine himself with anyone else.

                                           Do you know when you've lost something - like your favorite t-shirt or set of keys- and while looking for it, you come across something else you once missed but have long since forgotten? Well whatever it was, there was a point where you decided  to stop searching, maybe because it was no longer required or a new replacement was found. It is almost as if it never existed in  the first place - until that moment of rediscovery, a flash of recognition. Everyone has one- an inventory of lost things waiting to be found. Yearning to be acknowledged for the worth they once held in your life. I think this is where I belong- among all your other lost things. A crumpled note at the bottom of a drawer or an old  photograph pressed between the pages of book. I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.

                                     She speaks to me fondly of passions and talents, guitars and stars, and apologizes for speaking at all. All because somewhere in her life, someone she loved broke her heart by ignoring her beautiful words and telling her to  shut up, keep it down, nobody cares.

                                     My silence means I am tired of fighting and now there is nothing left to fight for.  My silence means I am tired of explaining  my feelings to you, but now I don't have  the energy to explain them anymore .  My silence means I have adapted to the changes in my life  and I don't want to complain. My silence means I am on self healing process  and I am trying to forget everything I ever wanted from you. My silence means I am just trying to move on  gracefully with all my dignity.

                                       I love to sit in silence Beneath the shady trees And listen to the song of birds And to the buzz of bees.             I love to sit in silence And watch the clouds roll by Then read a book or sing a song And hear the wild bird cry. I love to sit in silence When the day is almost done And see behind the distant hill The paint glow of the sun. I love to sit in silence In the evening twilight And listen to the whippor- will Singing with all its might I love to sit in silence Beneath the starry sky And pray to all in earnest To Live in silence all the while.

                                        I sit beside the fire and think  of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair. I sit beside the fire and think  of how the world will be when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see. For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring  there is a different green. I sit beside the fire and think  of people long ago, and people who will see a world that I shall never know.

  Maybe, it's the way you say my name Maybe, it's the way you play your game But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine                        'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine                                       And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile Wishing on dandelions all of the time Praying to God that one day you'll be mine Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time I think that you are the one for me                                       'Cause it gets so hard to brea...

                                            Every night i kept on thinking about so many things and the most about i can everything better and beautiful with sometime lovely plus romantic. But by every morning destiny planned something different for me. Like every morning destiny surprise me with shocking reality. Reality to which im always running away but somehow i understand, that it would never ever possible for me to leave this behind.  My whole day passed with so many efforts to run away from harsh reality to putting so many efforts to drag it to the nearest better and comfortable world but , this long night turned out to be just like a spring or elastic which comes to earlier stage when you drop it. Ahhh.... I hate it...I hate it more everyday. But im human and when i see some people are so related to me, so neither i have any choice nor im allowed to stop.  Wit...

  When problems feel too big, focus on the little things you love- and my loveable things is you and its only moves around you. This moment im feeling very exhausted, with everything but i dont know how to overcome this situation what i can think now is of you, only you. I want to cry out louder and want you just near me. So you can hug me tightly that all problems and stress is just melt out the same way i do , when im in your arms.                               The most protecting place for me is always your arms. Im feeling so devastating right now, that i could not even think properly so whenever im in shattered conditioned i can think of only you. This moment i want to just sit calmly and that to just right next to you where i can feel that time is stopped and i dont have to worry about anything in this world . But most good thing is that i can enjoy that specific moment with you. I miss those mome...