It's nostalgic feelings that is taking over me,

I feel  strong enough not to get withered with those blend of notions,

I have to stay and fight for my cause,

And reason with my own strength

Sometime I like to shout at the highest pitch

Jump from some roof top

And get land somewhere ,where I would be free

Free like the freedom itself 

But at the end,what I fathom ,

I 'm human being with limited choice to opt for,

I can't be free  from myself... and what to say about the others,

Life needs variation what I always proclaim,

So , notions took  over  reasons

And I am heading  back home after year long.

Redressing de Truth

I feel somewhat thrown away from the truth.

Its really hard to fathom the profoundness of such truth.

Why there is lot of such hassle?

And why there is so much of gossips?

Why there are such unwanted differences between male and female?

I feel like to throw myself to some unknown world free of those random truths.

Nothing to yell over or to shout at.

Endless distance to cover , with short steps.

To give  life a chance to redress myself.

Smokes of Cold Fire

I am nowhere but feels somewhere in the midst of wrecked thoughts,
pushing myself to do the same task i have been doing ,
it kills the patience within me,
i feel, as if, cold-fire encircling the soul inside me
trying to attenuate my own self image,
i feel its presence but i am letting it,
bearing the pain with gradual faded image of my own,is what i can perceive
Bloods seems to have changed its course,
It now runs through the veins with dejected intention,
bloods are slowly abandoning my presence,
sometime two drops of blood feels like filling my barren heart,
But my barren heart cries not for blood,
But for soul,which is slowly disappearing
it is altering, unknown by its form
I can't even feel it,though it is occuring within me,
But i do feel the void within,which is increasing with rise of fire-flame
cold-fire,certainly is not my friend,
i can't make out why cold-fire can't be friend of mine
i struggled lot to befriend with her,
But she didn't demur me,it was me who couldn't get along
i can feel the void enlarging,
it's me who made the the room for the void to grow
i nurtured & nourished it to be bigger and painful,
i am annoyed against my own existence,
i am killing myself to reach that far end.