feelings are such a strong companion

such is the beauty this heart possess,

not mines of gold and silver own in their spark,

i close my eyes, my hands tremble of joy,

and tears never halt, cries strongly embark..

the essence of my simple words, is HIS,

HE is the beauty, a joy, a prayer, un-eraseable mark..

such is the stubborness my soul keeps,

when i travel above skies, when i dive in oceans deep,

it shine the light of warm sun, and moon never shows its face

silent covers the top of cliffs, and voices never beep...

some words are forgoten, some faces still shades,

in dreamy nights, in sunny days,

i hold hand and move around those jumbled up, same ordinary thoughts,

on every turn, new lyric is formed, new tune begins!

i bargained my joy, fo laughter to stay by my side,

but forgot HIS name, the rule to abide,

and than shadow leaves theirtrace, even un-seen,un-heard,

feelings are such a strong companions u can never get rid of their trails!!

hiramalik

a wedding ring

wat is pain , desertion, hatred, quieteness, pain and again desertion?

a cycle of ups and downs like u walk in heaps on steep and plains ragged

synchrony of life, if bestowed, think over the abandonment of nature,

empty hands, naked feet and roofless top!!

beauty? define my agony, and u ll find the mountains of jewels,

oceans filled with pearls, millions in pieces the galaxies u encounter,

faces, i have adored many, to plunge in souls , to find the reality,

all i got trash, ash or a face of clown, mocking at me!!

some days are long, i know, for they are spent in memories,

i eat, i smile, i walk,i run, breathe, sleep,

such circle of life is still filled up with ur thoughts day and night,

so much , so and so much that stars hide their shine,

for the light of this joy is eternal, salty more than the brine!!

blankness of ur intellect is sometimes a need to live,

be not a doer, be a flame that swings, with breath of air,it swings,

a wave of calm ocean that flows un-intentionally ,kisses the bank in blink,

be a fragrance of sweet flower,a sparkling wedding ring, that sings!!

hiramalik

i discovered i

''TO CREATE'' , is an innate desire every being on this earth is born with- like we breathe 18 times per minute, like we eat three tyms a day, like every natural instincts,we beings are bestowed with- our mind is programmed to create, every second every minute...

change, another v important event that stays beisde us every moment until we face the grave... to undergo the process of being decayed  is a change too, until we are completely vanished from the face of universe.... sun draws itself from East, and drowns in West, stars appear, moon vanishes, rains come an go, ppl leave, such are many thngs that create the word '' change'' and define its meaning....

if i dive deep into my mind and from cell to cell i travel or if i dive deep in veins of my body, ill come across many creative thngs that are undergoing change every second-- we a human survives on these two thngs....i in my 26 yrs of life have seen toO many ppl changing their actual face, and than the creation of new faces replacing them,... feelings come and go, like a passanger who waits fo a train and than replaced by another, once board in...sometyms these figure dance in front of me wd their holos, like ripples in stream once u throw stones in its core...

i wonder how someother times at this place ,where  rite now  i am sitting and writing will be replaced by some other mind, how the shadow of mine wiLl b   forgotten slowly from the hearts that at the moment adore me alot, and how these friendships will get dispersed physically with pasage of moment... we celeberate, we laugh, we cherish, we enjoy one moment, - we mourn, we cry, we scream, we desert another--- 

''LIFE'' , a huge burden to be described by some and a dew drop to be adored by anothers..... its a perspective ,a picture on our slate of mind we keep on creating by our experiences, by the influence we get and by the strength we establish in our lifeless body....

wat will happen if u stop ur breaths, ? there wud be a time wen u wont b able to stop its incomings anymore-- such is the act of '' OPTIMISM'', - nomatter how much u stay in darkness, u burden urself with heap of heaviness, u drench urself in mourns unlimited, there wud b a tym when ull crave fo hope, ull strive fo  the ladder to climb stairs, ull breathe deep to have fresh oxygen....

TODAY near stove i burnt words, i blurred out all the ugly shapes in fire, i scratched the burning coals out of the herth i created inside my heart, and than what? illumination encircled me after such a  long hardship. and in my tiredness even i danced with joy, no music, no lyrics, no tunes, but the voice of nature, the joy inner, the symphonies of galaxies, and with actual ''I'', the real ''I'', who was born in utero of Adam and Eve, once long ago!!! 

I DISCOVERED I.........

tired

do i need to knw anythng when i know everythng

in knowing i am pained more than the murder of alive, humiliation of deceased,

do i need to hide these tears, they flow like a tames river

when in their hiding ,y head bursts my soul yells and complains me of this cruelity bad..

do i need to smile forecefully, when impression of every night's mournful taste holds my face

when in their displays, i forget my real self, and agony resides me more deep!!

my finger tires of this chain holding,

blood trickles down  and cries never settles

a giant heap is making me crazy,

i am done with words, still they find the steap!!

go ahead, i have broken the chain

some feeling revolutionary, some feelings like unpredictable rain,

i spread hands to hold the last trace,

and my innocency mock at me, making fun of this mounting of pain!!

hiramalik

o my dear friend

one can never be so departed from the  random words

as they revealed on silent mind, in heaps,

call me an echo heard long ago.

and still reverberating around the giant mountains....

calling here and there, i raised my tired eyes,

and world mocked at me, on my hibernation fo long,

sounds screamed alot, and faces haunted me after so long,

can lonesome be this dear, o my dear friend??

call me in no land, where waters blue n sand white,

where birds are from heaven and their sound sweeter than the jingle bells,

embrace me there with palm tress , where no lies resides, where no deception seeks,

an enrooted pain makes me suffer to its extreme.....

i am on journey, an unknown, like everyone around

i am in search of me again, and world is a hindrace to me,

but now yellow leaves have held the spring season,

and autumn on my soul, nomore makes my wounds heal!!

hiramalik

can i be more de-centered than i am now, 

in my intellect i count A,B, C as 1,2,3.

in my sleeps i desire to stay awake,

to walk on harsh edges more, in astray!!

can i be more ignorant than wat i am now,

i feel pain but i smile like an insane,

i desire to fly more high, when i am falling deep in steaps,

i am such a dark soul, in light,

that is exuberant of the streams of dark sight,

all i desire to burn and burn in such a great ignorance!!

i have no words to say, i have no sensitivity to adore,

hardness encore me, selfishness has made me a whore..

sellers of streets , the moving of cars,

the rodas empty, with street lights ajar,

i look deep in my heart, 

and words are silent like a death ,

enchants in valleys full of grey mountains,

and night sings lyrics to mourn on revealing the dark side of its!!

hiramalik

this painful pain

i want to move and move

with lurching of my heart,

with every beat it skips,

O the rushing of fast red blood!

my heart is uncontrollable,

and my eyes about to burst with stream of agony,.....

y the holding of sanity sometimes drown u deep

to the depths of darks, where ur wisdom is lost,

and the vessel of hear overflows out of brim,?

y ?i ask y such intensity beholds ur inside out , deep in ur skin...

this phase will pass, with another morning ray,

i am addicted to but this incoming of pain,

whhen world is revolving, leaving behined what is insane,

and the centre is illuminated with bulk of faithfuls in lane,

y the screaming inside not finding their ways,

and my mind is again blurred with reasonings ,lame!

but i am drunk again and my skin is held by the feeling of sinful dervish,

let night go along with this song,

and let me drink again and again ,this painful pain!!

hiramalik

such some days

somedays are long and lazy,
creep on and on, but distances still extent to the vast space,
Galaxies floats with never ending world,
Sleeps on the pillow near ur bed..
And record room plays whole day,
One song , repaeating the beauty of 'assassins',
With whom ur soul associated, this lazy heart belongs...
Eyes sores, and body aches,
Yet mind never gve up on lazy stay...
Such some days, wen u are unaware of sunset and bright play,
light is equal to the charm of falling of greys,
And such standings beholds the randomness of thoughts on one strand,
Where u forget the reality and embrace blueness of delusional hands...

Hiramalik

such is the tiresome time

if only life could hold wat i gave up in randomness of times,
In my carefree feel,
When i ignored the rays of bright sun in my laziness
And never dared to dance in moonlite n never cared of warmth of heart..
In my absurdity i closed my vision once from the spice of life,
In ups and down, in heaps in piles,
And i spent time in singing rhymes of such strange life....
Ad now when my heart warm,
And eyes shine
To vision an image my soul craves, my desires adore,
I dnt have much time,
To cherish those lyrics,
The symphonies silent air sings continuously,
And my feet tired, my heart tired, my hands tired,
Tired and tired and tired,
When in blankness of sunshine i yearn to find the illumination of white moon...
Such is the tiresome tym!

Hiramalik

in my madness

i escape my feet, leathery smooth soft skin,
Their footprints, and my thoughts so orthodox,
Yet comprehend not their freedom and broadness,
They flow like honey, out of hard rock.....
A mountain of love, an ocean of intensity,
Call it, and it will throw u deepest in hell....
A comparison of heaven and disaster,
I care not, i count never those millions of stars,
My intellectual is nomore verbal, it has masked my mind with un-ended war....
Seep through my skin, and feel the warmth in its core,
more wounds it gets,much high it soars...
And in my these reverberations of thoughts, i forget wat i am,
This body nomore i own, let me get rid of its sham....

Hiramalik

broken string

and again i smile:)

on such athletic moments, heavy yet feathery in core

ahh, the weather is great and the taste is divine,

i nomore desire of promised heaven,

give it a try??

and than those fragrance encase me whole,

my mind jammed, my heart worship my soul,

and i seize the moment, and i sing the song,

hold me not, for i am broken apart...

in every figure, i see nthng,

pleasure uncountable, and ppl too many,

but i wonder on aesthetic sense of my lust,.

that chooses faces with painted disgust!!

someday, ill realize the rushing of blood,

and the addiction will enroute, like some old song,but

bitterness  now circulate in my body freely,

and i create tunes like a broken string,shattered in love!!

hiramalik

o the lover of lovers!!

O the lover of lovers

i despise those hearts that adore u day and night

and souls does revolve around ur hidden hue,

the light that spark from the faces of searchers,

and feet that are blistered with long day travelling for centuries ,every day..

O the lover of lovers,

i am entagled in works of this world,

but u witness, how my soul lissen to ur  call everyday,

and this thirst that is so intense,

that tingle pain in my throat every second..

u witness, how my eyes are dim without ur sight,

when in dreams i search for u , after a tiring day and night....

O the lover of lovers,

even if i drink the oceans of oceans,

it will still be unquenched, unended, 

and vastness of this empty soul craves for ur taste..

i have forgotten the colors,

and smells of eternal bliss,

what i remember ur hue, ur presence

ur taste i desire to take in sips...

hiramalik