Masterpeice . . . .

With a brush in my hand,  today I stand on the sand. forth me is the waving sea,  flying gulls and the shells so free. I stand their with a canvas blank,  what to draw, my mind not frank,  should it be a bird perching free,  or just the scene in front of me? ? ?  I don't know actually, what to do?  Noones there whom I ask this to,  oh great...

Love Me . . . .

I want to walk with you hand in hand,  without shoes, barefooted on beach sand. I want to embrace you, hug you hard,  I want the world to pace up and time to retard. I wish to live with you always,  and spend with you nights and days. I promise to live for, die for you,  even to leave you alone if you want me to. But please think of me, my beating heart,  its...

Fly High . . . .

Let your dreams take a flight,  in the unbound space like a kite. Untie them & let them fly high,  till they reach the infinity above sky.... Release yourself of the mental trauma,  and stay away from the real life drama. Then you'll know the vagues of perception,  and reality behind your mental creation.... Dreams aren't just dreams, let them fly. They are...

Beyond Time . . . .

I want something, something I desperately need,  Something this world must have urge for,  I want to go somewhere beyond time. Where no one says ' Time waits for none'. Somewhere, where time can't touch my life,  A place where it will be in my hand. A place where ' Hurry' is nowhere in dictionary. Somewhere, I can enjoy without any concern. Somewhere beyond time I want...

Roads . . . .

Two roads, one to choose.... Which one I don't Know. One I take, other I loose.... I stand there, my head low,  Thinking hard, which one to take?  One path so simple, so gay,  The other one surely can make.... My journey hell, but it also may Lead me to where I want,  The world where I can enjoy my life,  Where perhaps, the simple one can't take me, or can...

Let's Be New . . . .

Old things are gone, everything's new. Let's shed everything, except memories few. Let's try to be a man and not an animal,  Let's not tease, & help those who are dull.  There's always something, something new to do.  Let's lie on grass and dream a few,  Let's do all that what others can't do,  Bang the bench and rock the world,  Show everyone a...

The Devil . . .

A unknown, unwanted aspect of me, a pitch dark space as deep as sea, the piercing cry of a broken heart, creeping down to tear me apart . . . . Full of aggression, regression, the indestructible creation, is the shadow raising parallel to me, high up in dark, which you cant see . . . . I feel the pain, and the scrotching heat, of the raising flame and the burning sheet, anger,...