The mind talked to the heart.
M: You n I need to know that, I am fed up with U.
H: What is it this time, with U.
M: Dont you dare tell this mofo, that he cannot go on without ME.
H: How about U to him, not ME.
M: Again with you, come on keep at it.
H: Sure lets give him, cardiac arrest and psychotic break, and lets see who really would be in trouble.
silence permeated. . .
yell to the
bowels of all hells.
scream at the top
of all instant streams.
SHOUT. . .
and it will die,
when I hear some one
The situation of its circumstance.
where all of my loving,
ever or never be,
southpaw or orthodox.
I know. . .
I can. . .
and I will,
fight for you.
If you at all least give me,
an effort of your time.
Were I alive in your eyes.
When you saw me at my greatest achievement,
if it did matter.
It was only an event of chatter,
behind all that could have talked or even given shelter.
Sure I can,
. . . rant on,
. . . vent on.
. . . angered upon.
Does it matter to you,
coz you knew it was a truth,
a truth that kept you scared.
a truth that you still make silenced in your mind.
So please go ahead and be silent,
in all your days on end.
I will always pray for your soul,
its not I have not given up on you,
I would at least give you that honor,
always to pray for you.
In all of the things
that were never,
In all of the things
can be done.
How am I going to change,
when all of the past habits,
I am caged in.
Did my boredom triggered all of these,
If it is,
What then am I to change,
and allow my Thursdays to transform me,
and transmutate all of these habits
to be rid of,
or at least make new ones.
. . . climb, climb, climb.
To the top of my sorrow.
. . . hike, hike, hike.
With all of the pain to the bone of all my marrow.
. . .stagger, pike and steep.
And when I do I shall conquer all of the things that got me here.
I will fear the fear of life,
which to see that unseen and never go
Unto your grace,
I see none of myself only to the concept of materialistic benefit of importance.
From your mercy,
I feel the worthiness of my own efforts and tested faith.
Of the unyielding love,
I am humbled and can taste of my own
bitter fruit which my own habits takes me
in to a state of myself when I can not even love my own misery.
Any of the path will be assimilated,
through which none of my limbs can mutter.
This I command.
Under the helm of my hand of destruction.
Under the bidding not of the two maniacs I have leash on.
For us three ,
I alone can
syllable of my own.
So be it.
I see my quarry,
A nourishing promise,
A flurry of whatever I can destroy under the tip of all the beams.
Ahhh, destruction my sweet mistress here I come.
For the turtle to have a turbo feet.
And the rabbit will have no say nor even have a voice in such manner.
But the turtle was in turmoil because he knew what losing meant or the love
of the sport.
Yet all these time the world knew why does this myth goes.
So the stage is set again and again.
Time is the one thing keeps me awake in,
Quietness is always the one quality that
abundance can measure.
Solace would be the one that loves me most,
She knows me well,
enough to wake me up,
from her bed at night.