Random colours in darkness
When the dawn tears the heart of the darkness, stars linger up in the sky yet they know they should live for the light...
Time takes away
no trains waiting,
so does grew pain
my fate is raging,
so I took the gun
just to see me hating
left the door open
I knew she was hesitating
put my hate on my chest....
Kate asked Jim "why do you like night and dark sky?"; then he paused for a long while, as he was lost in nothingness, but I knew that it was a hesitation to say or not to say anything. Some times he thinks it would be better if he could just walk away from deep questions; or maybe they are not as deep as he thinks so... He started staring in Kate's eyes like he was looking for his words in his eyes. What he said actually made me wonder.
Now I just forgot what he said but I still wonder and never able to forget the look on his face... and I still sense the feeling...
as I was listening to their conversation, my mind drifted away at once. how Jim came to existence and whether it is really necessary to listen to him?? then I looked at his face; I could figure out the expression on in his eyes. He was not talking but Kate was listening carefully to his eyes...
Jim pointed at a paper flower in distance and closed his eyes and layed back on the ground. Kate was searching in distance to see the paper flower. I felt I should leave them alone yet some thing that I didn't know what it was kept me still. they didn't ask me to leave so I could convince myself to stay longer. I was not looking for the flower that Jim pointed. I was Little tired. It was a long day after school and I was really tired and felt so sleepy. I wanted to stay there with them and sleep there, but I knew that my mom was waiting for me.
Sometimes when we look back in times we just realise how we have changed and how the world was small and simple. Is it us who has changed or the world around us? The answer seems to be clear to me yet I like not to look for it. Some times we try to live i our imaginations instead of pursuing the reality. All my attention was wandering around these weired questions when I noticed my headaches. I stood up and took a deep breath and thought this is the time that I need to gain more strength.
Jim and Kate were still looking for the flower. He turned at me and asked if I said something. I just didn't know what... maybe this time something else just changed and I was not aware of that moment. After all I realised all these changes are a part of my existence like that very moment I forgot or I forgot the moment when my head was filled with random inputs. I looked at Jim and Kate and thought how I can ever forget them and how I can stop listening to their silence!!!
no time, no space, no limit ...just as free as a bird
There is a start and the game roll on and on; then life begins taking its toll so Jim Casey comes to be seen...
this story will be forever; I got so helpless when I realised it happens with or without our beliefs.
What are you talking about??
It's all about us... wait and hope to see...
wanna take a trip to the distant where the night is too deep to be explored and the dark stars wouldn't be seen, sparkles turn to ashes and the silence rules the night...
consequences are not true and time and place lose their concepts...
there would a be dis sober creator to make up a chaotic land of no where...
just the words are the matter, spontaneity of powerful feelings has lost the way to overflow and the poet is lost in history and papers. there will be time for hesitation but you know that you should pass and cross the red light in this pathetic traffic of hypocrisy... even if there would be a blind alley, there will be a way out. In the end we look behind and see who we are and what we did. the most tragic part is when we have to devote little things for greater goals and how we have to leave them behind while we are still keep an eye looking back and a big part of the brain still occupied to deal with loads of memories. Okei, I know I still make no sense and it all looks like a silly coded draft or the mentally challenged person. Maybe it need a flash back... yea I think ...
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