Learning to dive, or fly high… I meet my self, keep question why,..
where is my match, do i wonder wrong.. or am i shy,..
Is it passing slow, or my wait’s too tough..
am i lost somewhere, or am i feeling so high..
is this seriousness an issue, or my jokes have fade out..
i’m talking too fast, can u hear me, argh! why..
the time’s not right, or this place, might be..
i’ve a mission, an aim, and my only try..
i’m holding it tight, No worries, My match..!!!
I’ll be there someday, & you know why..
Once its yours, and then ours..
Link a blink of an eye, like sec’s mins and hours..
When you think you own it..
you are done,, you’ve blown it..
Now is no one’s,.. not even its self’s..
It breaks the silence of numbness..
Grabs, holds you back, or Let you free..
Its how how, you take it, how you see..
. . . Every impression you leave.. Every thing you do.. Every move you make..
its there.. Even when you forget it, or when you observe it hard..
Let not the time drive you, You,, You have to rest on it to Fly high..
Even the smallest distinction, turns High.. and big, See it from here.. where i am standing.. am not that high.. I have quit being high.. but Temporal Satisfaction.. No one can decode it.. and if i am late.. not even me..
All his life, he has been doing this, not on will but as an inspiration..
But here he is.. out of thoughts.. out of memory.. it’s not a shock, not even a nightmare.. it’s something he always waited for.. and when he got it, he thought it, that he would sort it, Cuz this is everything he ever wanted.. Read more…
i cant write it here… let it be there, where it is suppose to bee..
Down.. Energy not even a single bit.. everything getting into the head.. Every though, every plan of every sort, to the furthest end she’ve been brought.. Just to through away what she ever had it, with a deal of happiness, in order to get it she have to put every bit of it on try.. Life seems so meaningless now..
here, she let it go.. SHHUTTT!!!!! with a large sound light went out.. everything’s dark.. This was the deal for death.. but one things for sure.. yeah.. Its not what it seems to be..
the curtains went down, the audience is gone, here with the wilderness of the backstage I am fighting for only one last show, probably not, but still, waiting for the right time, time to strike back, time for hit it hard..
“you have to Risk it, to get the Biscuit..
To be the best, you have to beat the best.. “; i think that suffies, am in mood to work now.. Mujhe kaam btao, mein kya kron, mein kis ko khaon.. Zeyybbeenaaarrr!!! Ting
and when i am thinking to keep a difficult word in hangman, my vocabulary says No.. no more words i have ( as if it had:P ); so what to do now.. hey yeah.. lets keep some noun from somewhere around here.. which one, which one, which one.. i look at the car with written Suzuki… Naahh!! to easy.. some thing else.. hmm.. and got a glimpse at the split Air conditioner fan.. with written Mitsubishi on it.. yeahhhh!! Read more…