Friday, June 26, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Scarf Chace, Wacthes Watch & Stalking.
Was the right thing to do.
Adventure of the day.
Lucky brings luck.
Unlucky brought hope.
Adventure of the day.
Lucky brings luck.
Unlucky brought hope.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
His Triangulum Theory
He should be sorry for the fact he did,
became so bold and defy reality.
He should be silly for the words he spits,
becoming so akward and fooling all irony.
I can see the triangulum as theory,
Yes they did fits my word, Uneasy.
We all throw up.
We all threw you down.
So I just wander from this land,
Judging irony and fantasy.
For You are my crowned wisdom,
don,t fool your throne, with plain mercy's stupidity.
became so bold and defy reality.
He should be silly for the words he spits,
becoming so akward and fooling all irony.
I can see the triangulum as theory,
Yes they did fits my word, Uneasy.
We all throw up.
We all threw you down.
So I just wander from this land,
Judging irony and fantasy.
For You are my crowned wisdom,
don,t fool your throne, with plain mercy's stupidity.
A P A R T
I din't counted the hours,
but it felt so long when we live it,
and it felt so short when i recalled it.
I din't know whether the stair rocks when we climb,
or we were holding on eachother, fright of falling or fright for the fear.
But i knew it was wholesome, wholemeal, and jolly good.
We were in it together, with it through after, and singing and laughter.
Apart of me, and part of you.
but it felt so long when we live it,
and it felt so short when i recalled it.
I din't know whether the stair rocks when we climb,
or we were holding on eachother, fright of falling or fright for the fear.
But i knew it was wholesome, wholemeal, and jolly good.
We were in it together, with it through after, and singing and laughter.
Apart of me, and part of you.
Dead & White Friday, 16th May
Blurry haze over the city.
But it was bright sunny.
Felt dreamy like the milky way.
And it was just my perfect day.
Heavy clingings flews away,
as i stood dead and acted blindly.
Happy to see u in white,
happy to feel u in white,
happy to White with you,
on Friday the 16th.
But it was bright sunny.
Felt dreamy like the milky way.
And it was just my perfect day.
Heavy clingings flews away,
as i stood dead and acted blindly.
Happy to see u in white,
happy to feel u in white,
happy to White with you,
on Friday the 16th.
Monday, May 4, 2009
The Hands That Rocks The Water Tank
Its been long,
through summer, through winter,
fullfilling the tank..
high up, greater altitude.
Overwhelmed by the still of the spring.
To the point of it ripple's,
rippling by the breathe...
Was that probabbly the wind that blews..
Or was it just my feeling through.
That Hands
through summer, through winter,
fullfilling the tank..
high up, greater altitude.
Overwhelmed by the still of the spring.
To the point of it ripple's,
rippling by the breathe...
Was that probabbly the wind that blews..
Or was it just my feeling through.
That Hands
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Midnight Versus Shadow




Dark Nights are Shining Black,
Quiet Floor are Tiny Rumbles,
Cold Views are Grinning Sight.
Went back from a long day out,
Having that unpleasnt feeling upon returning home alone,
... to that statuette state,
imprisoned & negligences.
* * *
U came by suprise.
Where did you came from?
How did You found yourself cosy in here?
U acted like you were really at home.
U acted like we have known eachother.
& That was perfect.
A Perfect Midnight.
Versus Shadow
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Tipsy On Stable Horizon, Sobering with Uncanny Insecurities

Why does my questions aren't answered while I'm done settled with it,
Why does my precautions being unoccupied and let loose,
Why does this field I'm running in filled with ease, yet with me trembling,
And why does this book is filled with surreal graphics,
That keeps me wondering,
& Keep on imagining...
Why do I?
Home For April

Home back home.
Quiet, still and singular.
We are back with colors on our hands,
rendering the affection wall... Less space, more intense.
Sets of reality mets and conjunct, to conclude the realm of reasons.
For why do I come back,
For where did I went,
Who I'd have met,
Road I've travelled,
& The person I am now.
Realise the beginnings of life,
The aim that matters the most.
Me, my family and my fonds.
The Unworthy Plans
Talentime*


The most colorful events with unprecedented sensibilities.
The density of the high and low emotions are kept juggled within just the right intervals. Of course. Which really excites.
Apart from unbalance actings and the glimpse of artificialities in the tid bitses,(we humans are just that aren't we?) it was as remarkable as re-breathing that fresh air that you can only afford to remember.
As much close to real norms and stigmas, it was carried out as light as the general mass could relate and comfortably deep enough to make it heart-felt worthy without being that much heavy.
Sweet as usual, it is essentially a display of tales and times and a generous potraits of our new talents.
I manage to shed tears.
For so many reasons...
While screening, after watching, and through thinking about it.
For so many reasons.
Great.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
38+1+4.5 Hours & The Hilltop Of The World

Most domestically experiences so far. Extended quality times and proper& descent nocturnal events.
Few pairs of movie tickets... pause, mute, cheeky flicks and heavy chills.
A visit to the marketplace for some sights of fresh fleshes and refrigerated meats on hot chopping blocks.
At times looking for a spot, nosing for the scent. It was so mild & close, nose to nose, grinning ear to ear.
Thanks for the fingers on my head & the love it punctured through,
the agony of the waits,
the eventual relieves upon the docking.
Few pairs of movie tickets... pause, mute, cheeky flicks and heavy chills.
A visit to the marketplace for some sights of fresh fleshes and refrigerated meats on hot chopping blocks.
At times looking for a spot, nosing for the scent. It was so mild & close, nose to nose, grinning ear to ear.
Thanks for the fingers on my head & the love it punctured through,
the agony of the waits,
the eventual relieves upon the docking.
Monday, April 6, 2009
An Answer To My Call
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