Returned To Where You Dwell

To the center of the Universe.

Eyes Wide Open

Spreading bedsheets are not for me to lie down and sleep,
Dripping showers are not for my dry body to cools off,
&
Opened doors are not for peeping interiors.

Before the usual stepping forward,
there's always a trigonometric readings..
there's always an analytical seamings...
there's always some figures projecting.

Your eyes aren't looking,
If your head isn't thinking.

Your head wasn't thinking,
If you are still unsettled.

We Are On Track

No need to argue,
No need to be sad,
No point of enjoying the anger.

For all these dots in time and all the results were all so far from luck and co-incidents.

All are meant to be.
All are meant to work that way,
and all are meant to last that long.

For those all are the Jizz,
of the thing we did ate,
of the height that we climb,
of the thoughts we dwelled on,
the skin we are made in,
and of the road we chose to travel.

No need to argue,
no need to blame,
sit back and relax,
sit back & redha.

I was busy

That week was long and strechy.
But in all the tense of work I found ease and planted heart at home.
Always hope that it could be slightly different.
Slightly more space for breathing.
Slightly more space for gazing.
Slightly rooms for improvements.
Slightly more of the insufficients,
and less of these singularity.

*Disturbed / Remoulded

One or two things that were drawn on the wall.
Two or three things that were seen in the drawings.
Three or four things that can be explain.
Five things to think back.

All the things were quite graphic and emotional.

For me it was weird. But nothing is unexplainable.

For me it was just my feelings, that were disturbed and re-moulded.