Dream Life

                                                           When you can't sleep, what do you do? Just fret and worry, toss and stew? That is a foolish thing to do! It only makes blue things more blue. Why don't you lie and just relax? Forget about your income tax! Then jump aboard your memory ship And , back to childhood, take a trip. Play once again the ages you played; That causes fret and fume to fade. The swimming hole, the rippling brook, The funny story, cowboy book; The fun you had, while just a boy, Will prove that life has lot of joy. Go tramp the field and woods again Get lost once more in drenching rain. Remember, when the bull chased you, The fence you had to struggle through. Or think of dolls that made you glad And how you loved the neighbor's lad. Go back to school or Sunday school The pranks you played; the Golden Rule. Rep...

                                                        I tried very hard every time to convince my heart , that dude lets wait for some more time. Everything will be alright. Everything will turned out exactly the way you always wants it to be. But it won't last for long time .  Reality just appear like mirror replica and start to tarnish in pieces again . Like every time , when I convinced for something and end up to broken again.     I don't know , its only me or every person in my surrounding or may be who on far distance, whom i never seen or met .Facing same trauma of making and falling again and again. But somehow now i convinced my stupid heart and little mind , that let's accept the fact.     Fact,  that some people born with this kind of destiny, where you spend whole of your life behind a dream or to mak...

                                       The sound of two people ignoring each other The sound of no one being there for another The sound of eerie nothingness engulfing the air The sound of no one even bothering to care The sound of wind blowing everything away The sound of the pain you go through everyday The sound of everything that is unknown The sound of being completely alone The sound of thinking quietly inside The sound of being left behind The sound of trying not to cry The sound of wishing you could die The sound of silence can't be heard Just like the soft swift wings of a bird The sound of silence can seem unreal The sound of silence is something you feel The sound of silence Soft yet shril The sound of silence I think Can kill

                                                       I want you to stay Don't leave me here alone I want you to stay I cannot let you go   I'm calling out your name I'm trying to be okay I'm crying on my bed Who said that I'll be okay?   Cuz I know that love is pain Please don't go away from me again Promise me that you'll come back I can't stop loving you again   Loving you again Again Loving you again Again

                                           I want your body pressed up against my heart. I want your hands spreading my thoughts, Lingering over the curves of my passions, gripping my hopes, stroking my opinions, and cupping my desires. I want your soul breathing heavily against my collarbones. I want your thoughts nibbling on my ears, your passions pressed against my lips, your hopes naked on my skin, your opinions hard under my hands and your desires... I want your desires letting out soft little moans against my soul. I want you.

                                         I will love you as long as the sun burns in the sky, as long as the moon shines its light into the dark night, until the raging blue oceans become calm and run dry. I will love you until the end of time.

                                            'It's okay' She whispers to herself. 'It's okay' But is it? She gave everything she had to others. She carved her own soul for the people around her. But now, when she needs the same, she has no one to turn to. No one will rescue them. So she sits on the floor, telling herself 'it's okay' knowing it'd not, knowing it will never be. Didn't I tell you, my love? You're all alone.

                                               Who is quiet in large groups or around people I don't know; you only see the real me if we're close. I smile and laugh a lot especially at the most inappropriate times.    I'm a hopeless romantic. I trip over air, up stairs and over  people's feet. I am the hardest person to offend, but it is all too easy to make me feel horrible. I hate telling people about my problems; they don't need       to worry about me. I'm the one who listens to other people's  problems. I believe people should not be judged before one takes the time to get to    know them, yet I am guilty of doing         that exact thing. I love to think rather than talk. I'm awkward, clumsy, shy, starnge....   but this is me. Take it or leave it.

  I add sorry to the end of my sentences As if I'm sorry for what I say My words are a form of protection That I must strip away I must always be quiet And I can't make any demands When I speak, I must be careful That all my words are planned For my words are weapon One that I can never use And when everything is gone They are the last thing I can lose To protect my very being I must never speak too loud If I ever do speak I will barely make a sound So I always say sorry As if my words burn me My words are my own prison And I can never be free

                                       I think I'm dead Or maybe I'm not But I feel like a flower Shriveling in its pot Like the gleaming stars That disappear in the day I'm dissolving bit by bit While losing my way My fingertips are snapping Like the icicles at the pole I cannot see any footsteps I can never feel whole I'm number thirteen on the clock I've been thrown out of existence The time has killed my passion Along with my persistence Destroy me one the battlefield For my years are running low In this belligerent world I'm like a fire in the snow

                                     Not a flat. Not an apartment in back. Not a man's house. Not a daddy's . A house all my own. With my porch and my  pillow, my pretty purple petunias. My books and my stories. My two shoes waiting beside the bed. Nobody to shake a stick at. Nobody's garbage to pick up after.   Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem.

                                        Learn how to truly be yourself; go to lunch, get coffee, go and watch a movie, alone and understand that there is no need to feel lonely . Take it as an opportunity to learn more about yourself. Fall in love with yourself and romanticise everything you do. The way your voice changes when you ask a shopkeeper, cinema attendant, waiter  or any other person of vague authority for something. The way you bite the inside of your cheek when you are nervous. They way you feel the heat in your cheeks rising with the cool sides of your hands. Become enamoured with the little habits and idiosyncrasies that are only noticed by someone who loves you.

                                               I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take ever step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you;  in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version      of reality, I'd find you     and I'd choose you.

                                     To you, love was about multitudes. To me, love was inordinate.        I love you, I would say.        How much? You would ask. I couldn't find the words to answer you then. But they have found their way to me since. And this is what I would tell you. I would blanket the world in utter darkness; I would pull back the veil of light and reveal to you, a blinding crescendo of stars. I would drain all the seas and ask you to count-  one by one- every grain of sand that clings to the ocean floor. I would tally the beat of every human heart that has echoed since the dawn of our becoming. And as you look in awe at the sheer magnitude of my admission, I would take your hand in mine and tell you; if only you had let me, this is how much I could have loved you.

                                           Smiling is infectious You catch it like the flu When someone smiled at me today I started smiling too I walked around the corner And someone saw me grin When he smiled I realized I had passed it on to him I thought about the smile And then realized its worth A single smile like mine Could travel round the earth So if you feel a smile begin Don't leave it undetected Start an epidemic And get the world infected

                                                        The pain will hold on gently As you move throughout your day You'll try to shake it softly But quickly learn it wants to stay It lingers in the corner  It follows you around Juts when you think you've lost it You learn no solace can be found So here's a trick, I've learned a few For me and pain, we're good old friends And pain's afraid of love, you see Because love, it always mends So openup your eyes a bit Inhale deep and strong Look for the twinkle of loves presence That surrounds you all day long It could be here, it could be there A thought, a mile, a gift Look for the love in every moment And your pain will start to shift Just start small, and whynot now Find something good to think of Pain will shy away, you'll see When what you focus on is love And bit by bit , you'll chip away At t...

                                                  you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.

                                       When her mouth meets mine again , it's as if every last piece of  my armor disintegrates and every last piece of ice surrounding  the glacier that was my heart melts and evaporates. Whoever coined the phrase, I love you to death obviously never experienced the kind of love Taste and I share. If that were the case, the phrase would be I love you to life. Because that's exactly what love did. Loved back to life.

                             When I run after what I think I want My days are a furnace of distress and anxiety; If I sit in my own place of patience, What I need flows to me, And without any pain. From this I understand that What I want also wants me, Is looking for me And attracting me; When it cannot attract me Any more to go to it, It has to come to me. There is a great secret In this for anyone Who can grasp it.

                                      It's time to start putting yourself first and believing you deserve it. Isn't it exhausting to always calculate your actions based on other people's opinions of you? Isn't it exhausting to always put others first while you suffer, just to please them or to show them that you care? Doing what feels good to you doesn't mean you lack love for other surround you. It simply means you also love yourself just as much. learn how to invest in you and pursue all the things that make you happy and  fulfilled. Even if it's just taking yourself on a two -day trip or saying NO to going out with friends because you  prefer a quiet night at home or working less and taking some time off for you mental health. Remember that  you're just as important as those you love.