REASSURANCE

You follow me outside. You always follow me everywhere. Why? I turn my head to look at your familiar shape silhouetted against the shadows. You stand so still, watching me scrutinize you. You stare back at me intently, with black eyes through me even in the pitch black of the night. You have beautiful eyes, almond shaped, tipped with long golden lashes. You move closer and watch me inquiringly, as if to ask why I've come out this late at night. I turn away from your searching gaze and look at the shadows. I feel you move closer and sit down silently beside me. You lean your silken body against me reassuringly, as though sensing my distress. We sit there for the longest time. Until the dark corners aren't dark anymore. Relaxing my body against yours, you put an arm around me and murmur "I love you baby". and all that I can acknowledge is just with a simple smile and a tear in my eye.

Halucinating Misery

A Soul flaundered under the bridge

As the day approached its doom

The soul was suffering from being let downas it dissappeared very soon..

Flaundering i am, today,in search of that soul again..

The soul suffering from loneliness

which dissappeared into its doom..

But i am dormant in my searchas i sit down in pain,

not finding the soulall my efforts in vain

I walk under the bridge when the day approached the doom.

" COME INTO MY WORLD " an intoxicating voice says,

" WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF BLOOM AND BLISS ".

I Miss Something

I wish I lost a soulto touch those days againthe time of unknown melodythe time full of sun's rays..
Wish I lost myselfto run on green again and to join a person like me to play that game in rain..
I dream being the roamercruising through the sunset grasscruising i am..for that time to everlast.In that dream the earth was green.The ground was full of mudI wish that dream was reality.As the doors of that are shut.
I end up crying and lost..Yeah I end up..To earn that phase of clock back..TIME , they say was the keyas my little wish remains locked....

Unchanted Memoirs of a Soul

The Moon were shining under the essence of the dopy sunThe sky being rustic and the clouds were all undone The winds were in the trees coming far from a lake The time he held her tightTight enough to make her warm and hale
Her glittering eyes had a corona, though her face looked pale Her skin with golden magma, all turning frailand the small legs she had could hardly resist a galeThe time that she held him tightTight enough to make him warm and hale
With her soft silky haired head resting peacefully on his laphe looks deep into the oceanic eyes approaching the flashback
The doors open,she steps in the room,family and friends grieving at the side of his mortal remainsnever expecting a greeting smile the black white walls all crying gloommade everything blur, nothing fine
But then there's him, who comes running towards herbringing all the darkness to a far endshe kisses his forehead covered with heavenly blisslove and happiness... its best blend.
A strong jerk on her arms destroyed the glory flashback though he did not breathe, he rests peacefully on her lap
Years have passed by since we went to the farlandbut she remains in the time the time she was under the shadows of his hand
and still when the moon shines under the essence of the dopy sunand the sky looks rustic and the clouds are all undonewhen tre winds are in the trees coming far from a lakeshe feels a grip holding her tight tight enough to make her warm and hale

Expectations from Life....

life is all about living the undefined
life is all abount meeting commitments made with changing seconds
life is all about doing the needful for people who smile only for a picture
life is all about doing things what the world wants and not what you want
and above all
Living life the way you want brands you as a tradition breaker
Living life with the traditions of your own makes you a antihuman species
Living life with the same intentions of succeeding in the best of ideas makes you a rulebreaker
Living life with the person you like is again a problem as you then are a alien
Living life with epectations of all your fantacies makes you a person who has lost it in todays world.
Living in todays world demands more of traditional freedom and ease in the elders emotions
Living in todays world demands us to bare the emotional obstracles of human emotions
Living in todays world demands people to think out of the ordinary and not of the society
Living in todays world monotonously makes man nothing but a robot with extra sensory powers
and IF
Life this way will certainly turn to be meaningful only when the so called human species turn tables of traditions that rule not only the lives of mankind but also of the way in which the world lives.

Such insane rules or regulations make way for the most of the horrifying events in thehistory of mankind and also making the very existance of mankind hanging by a thin thread ofhope for nothing but an expectation of a beautiful life....

-arun kumar

This is another one

This world is constantly surviving on the very principal of SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST..
This is what happens when you loose something so close to your heart amidst the insane competition that this world today is thriving on ...

This one for me loosing my very close friend and myself in the mind struggle to battle illusion and reality..

This is what life was all before i met youFeeling low and destructed by being laughed upon Lonliness was my only companionThe thought of me being mentally affected made the veryExistance, nothing but a laughing stalk for those so calledBrains and Intelligent who knew nothing but to pull Another struggling person back to the drain

This is what i learnt from life before i met youBeing low and sad was the penultimate of happinessBeing Lonely brought mankind close to god.Being mentally unwell was much better that being laughed upon and being criticized.Lowering my confidence even for the things of which i was a master was safe for me as i knew nothing but embarrasment to the very existance

Time made me pray for a friend, A friend as naughty any sweet as the very definitionA friend as dear and supportive as foundations of diamondsA friend as encouraging as a mother besideA friend who knew me to trust and believe in as a friend,

Time & god answered my question by giving youA friend who was not as naughty as me but who liked to talk to me A friend who was so understanding, unlike my own mother at times of confusionA friend who was so supporting that i knew i had a shoulder to cry, if wantedA friend who made people call a doll or the penultimate of divinity in a humanand above all ,A friend who could love me as a human and a friend.

Looking at this masterpiece of the very divine feeling of friendship i fell into the so called pendulum of fast & competetive life and starting taking cautioned tasks only of the very fear of loosing that soul,that soul that was an answer from god.
Time as all say was nothing but a passing cloudtime passed and so did the priorities in life increase to such a level that looking for the right oppurtunity was more important than sitting and relishing the fact that god answered my questions..

You taught me to survive in such a world that is infested with evil and insanityLife taught me to survive in such a competitive world that was so fast enough to make Years turn to minutes and days to seconds..Looking for the right things made me realise the life before you staring at me if i went wrong or stupid in taking the right steps.. it was then that The remisence of those 2 photographs and the very sound of your voice revived the lost reality and the energy to live a competitive life..Time and commitment obviously made me realise your importance and developed a burning desire to meet and thank you for all that you have done to make me what i am today.

Life means celebration to a lot of us, and celebrating a freinds birthdaymade me loose all those professional ethics for a while and the only reconsolance that i could get for pausing the desperate search of that soul that made me live was nothing but an insane spirit called alcohol.
Thinking about the happiness of meeting you and walking a lonely road in my trance i see something blured in my sight.Your divine voice in the background, your divine smile in my sightYour so divine scent and most of all the most divine you in my mindi run for reaching those blocking normal vision,and all that is stopped by a errie silence.and darkness..and a strange feeling of being numb.

Then i see nothing but a group of people again critisising me for running against a speeding six wheeler that took my life and made me nothing but a thought for all those who knew me

I still haven't recovered from that trance and shall do so not when you flower my grave , not when you shed a tear for menot when you look at a picture and say "hey i know him, my friend"only when my soul meets yours and i fall to your feet and thank you for all that you have done to make me realize the very importance of myself.Until then i shall be a soul standing by you all the time with a tear in my eye and the thought of me in you that i am always there for you.

-- arun kumar

I can Write to ..

People please look at my writings and then post your comments on these little aspirations of human life and desires....

1. This one is for the Dreams that taunt me

This is one of those obsolete followers of yourswriting from the bottom of my darkest desires , Realising the very fact of being shellshocked by your Immense power to create the very essence of reality Even in the deepest of human thoughts.

This is one of those blind followers of yoursspeaking to people in reference to the words that you whisper in my mind or my trancei wish to discoverTime has been good and bad, thinking about youTime has made me cherish your very presence and also made me cry and wake in vain at the very thought of your wordsi wonder the very existance of you!

Times have made me cry and run like i have lost itBehind those of yours that made me smile ,During times of my darkest fears and also made me cry at the silliest things that i have ever done..

This is one of those humans chasing the most dearest onean intution that is so divine that the very thought of youbrings joy and fear in a unique cocktail of human emotions.The divine feeling of being dead..

-- arun kumar