jus randomly

love is not everything but there is nuthing without love...
something i read a long time back but touched my heart
forever ... today in remorse i understand the true meaning
of what it meant..what promises r , y is maturity the word
which take one from one plane to the next of existence in
relationships..

I realise this all but no one to share with all day lost
in my thoughts, caring nuthing much about the world
i sit n wonder n work...an utmost confusion of all times..
sets in but its jus am enjoyin a feeling gone yet i am holding
sometimes i believe i am holding time in my hands...

mad i sound .. may be mad i am crazy insane...be it anything
in the mix of humdrums of my existence of the kid n the man
the materialistic stuff seems soo vague to me , all the intangible
seems all i have...i dont know i am back to the mellow of my existence

i feel the trembles of fustrations and irritations all around
some seem to affect rest jus a passe i wonder i am cold stone again
but this time i can feel my heart beating n i am more alive..may be
in thoughts but somewhat i can feel a change, an infinite influence
of a woman who is there but still not..

thoughts , people and my world .....

utopia of madness

Life goes on like a mechancoly strain,
a tune of silence, a dance of madness ,
a peace so unpeacefull in a time trap
so unknown , words so unheards yet known

In waters of time feels like sands,
in numbness experiencing pain,
painfull yet so comforting,
smiles from a distant seems like an utopian age

utopia is what i am into , the utopia of madness..