IT'S ME THAT I AM KNOWNED FOR...

It’s the feeling. Deep inside that I am drowned into!

It’s the depth. Dug below that I am heaved into!

It’s the berth. Dark down that I am sunk into!

It’s the dark. Pitched back that I am blackened to!

It’s the phobia. Strongly seized that I am habituated to!

It’s the alcove. Beautifully woven that I am caught into!

It’s the catch. Stalwartly hold that I am secured onto!

It’s the cosset. Comfortably clutched that I am clanged onto!

It’s the crowd. Massively thronged that I am belonged to!

It’s the feel. Powerfully chained  that I am reasoned to!

It’s the light. Brightly shone that I am adhered to!

It’s the rays. Elegantly scattered that I am bathed into!

It’s the ripples. Justly formed that I am drunk into!

It’s the hands. Trustily held that I am linked with!

It’s the faces. Pleasantly smiled that I am welcomed to!

It’s the life. Blessedly bestowed that I am lived to!

It’s the cycle. Justified by me that I am circled in it!

FAR-AWAY WISH...

Your single wish makes my day….

Though you are far-fetched away…

You took the pain to alleviate me…

Your wish on my day…

Makes my day worthwhile…

I was born to greet your wish…

I smile in the fear of smiling again…

Knowing that my tear won’t fetch a smile…

I dream of the day when you will stand beside me..

Light up my birthday candles…

And blew all my Birthday candles with me…

A whiff of your breath can chill my days…

A touch of your hand can warm my soul…

I am addicted to your warmth…

I am obsesses with your addiction…

You may know I am here for you…

 You may also know I was here for you always…

Your light shines on me…

I am a gratitude to your LOVE…

MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE CARED LESS...

 It goes without saying that I am handicapped- handicapped in every way when I am put into situation liek this. Like this situation when i know not what to say and how to defend. All the time i keep on thinking, why cant i say someting that can make everybody go numbed at that instance and forever. I just want to see everybody jaws falling when Ispeak my final truth but I am tied up. why am i so tied up? I have no answer to that. i keep on falling in my own words of silence.
Can somebody please back me up and tale a tale for me?
you cant be expecting me to defend myself coz you know well that i am allergic to defence but you can shield me coz you are also falling in the same allegations.
when words are spoken to mean something, I do not ignore the meaning but I do not accept the meaning too. you are no part of me to echo on my behalf and i am myself, not to echo back to your ignorance....
I read somewhere, "LIFE IS BUT A BED OF ROSES" but dont foregt roses are adorned with thorns...
you may think life is beautiful with your sarcasm but trust me, your sarcasm, may madden somebody! least I am not that somebody to succumb but I will construct it as my rose of living....

I admit I am helpless in my own ways but I am not hapless in my ways....

DA STEPS DAT I TOOK...

Sunday, the 25th april...

Being driven to the foothil of the BROGA was interestingly uneasy and anticipated particularly after my very early rise and shine at around 4:30am. Hastingly, I shoved myself into the back seat to wander off half-asleep. It was around 5:30am when my feet finally touched the ground in midst of a large crowd of early hikers. I was acompanied by 5 friends and a bag of apples and oranges and bottles of water on my hunched back. With tempted early chill, we slowly began tracing the steps that followed before us with torch light gazing on the ground like the floating moon. Halfway at my progress, I brushed myself against the numerous weeds and grasses that allied the track. Tall poplar trees interespered with the grasses, at times supporting the weak body that was being thrushed forward with every deep step. The climb became steeper with the slanting hill and I could hear the breeze flowing between my damp hair. The journey to the first hill was easy and smooth with my breath still intact. The little town lay still asleep in the early hours with the street lights torched high. As i turned around, I could see the two hills that I need to conquer. Quickly I unpaked my bag and all of us churned in for some light breakfast of bread and tuna along with the fruits that I had burdened to carry. hmmm how can I forget the photo session. It was the time for the actors to fall for the stage... hehehhe...

we stil had two more hills to conquer but we thought it was wise enough to witness the sunrise  from the first hill and then move forward. Before long, the cloud started to move apart and the sky began filling itself with shades of blue giving way to the glow of the sun. the view was spectacular as I followed the eye of the sun. As the heat gained momentum, the flashes became more evident and so the people now seem to be transperant... and full of life as the activity resumes.
the perch on the next hill was short and nice. It was a diferent feeling to be following the monkey steps in climbing the great rock and view the world in my vicinity....  The heat flashed high on the brow of everybody to feel its intensity. well, the crowd started gaining popularty so we made a quick move to thin it out. so, we began reversing our steps... everybody knows, the journey downhill is as consistent as the sleep... so there we go with the jumping steps and flowing sweats.... and the longing for the nice cosy sleep....


P.S.  my eyelids refuses to slid open... cant help

dreaming the dream of reality...

THE EARLY RISE..