A few thoughts scribbled..

From photoshopped

From photoshopped

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Till the end..

When all you wish,is that you can reach.
When all you wish,it that you have some peace.
The torrents make you feel faint,
the storms make it all seem vain.
Sunshine seems to burn you life away,
you just wish that everything would end by the day.
Emotions fail to be named,
sometimes you think it a conspiracy and you are framed.
Thoughts of the past flow,
all the while you wish to let go.
You know you the courage to catch all the life throws,
but then something within you says suppose.
Ordered things seem organized,
and chaos seems a to rule life,
and in pain ,you cry and wish you can die,
so that you can preserve yourself(not suicide.)
In the corner ,of your world
in the corner of the universe,shriveled ,
you wish to crack the unnamed code.
With everything closed and no door
to be opened,you sit within
and think of nothing,thoughts don’t seem to begin.
Lost for hours in the misery,
you know that whatever is the mystery,
you are following your own path,
and that you shall be true,till the last.
One day,everything might end,
but till then you know you have the right to defend,
nothing is dependent,
as long as you know you are independent.
Till the end,you can shine,
for nothing shall you bow to,nothing shall bind.
Till the end,you want to live,
till the end you shall live.

i WANT TO FLY

can you see the bird fly high?
wonder what it is like,
among the clouds with wings
stretched so wide.

i too want to fly,
no,i am not satisfied,
with imagining flight,
i want to take of and be light.

i want to go through the clouds,
i want to out race the birdy crowds,
i want to watch sun rises and sets,
i want to win all the racing bets.

i wonder how is it,so high,
what will happen if i die?
will i dive inside some deep,
and permanently sleep?

i want to fly high,
i seriously want to fly,
i am stretching my arms,
come on all you winds!

i wait,
one day i will,
nothing is impossible still,
so i wait.