The tale of two extremes.

To the chaos that stays,
To the one's who grieve with, 
To the one's who are amused,
To the fate for showing the back, 
& To emotions that'd live with. 

Look who's conscious and missed his bus. 
Look how far he ran concerned,
the one's sweatin' like bruised.
But his heart is outdoing.
Just 'cause he's hopeful.

The destiny is close,
close enough to feel the cuddle,
though the senses took the long rope,
which can't sustain the rush.
Just 'cause he's tryin' to fit in. 

One can blame the muse,
and come up with a noose.
The same can shout the names,
the names that mattered.
Just 'cause he's cagey. 

The other end of seesaw,
the other end of the life,
the other end of the love,
all chokes to the ignorance.
Just 'cause he's prescient.

Puzzle realized

Long time ago a boy loved a puzzle, he tried to solve it. He began to search for the ideas, thinking the puzzle stands for eternity. Unfortunately there was no support from the people he met, nothing from the puzzle itself. He didn’t give up, but the optimistic in him tried to settle down. After a handful years, he found a solution. But that yearning can’t match his life. Now he stands alone in the obvious, with the yearning, and the past. Left some places which are crowded and allowed the voices to fall apart. The silence grew stronger. Made a barrier out of ego, sorrows came uninvited. Put the mind in mess and the familiar thing happened. 
He craved for the help. No one paid a visit and eventually his dead soul escaped to the darkness.
End, realized it's whack!! 

Reminding Myself :)

Designed to live for the reality,

opted to live for the dreams.

Trusted the early callings,

believed the unexpected.

too late to learn everything is strange.

 Wondering is the nature,

but wandering is the attitude.

Everything was a flow in the beginning,

but the flow somehow dried up,

leaving too many sorrows.

 All the mistakes were the same,

but moving on wasn't easy.

Followed loneliness for a better part,

longed for an insane world,

impure turned into pure. 

Living in Silent Pain

This never ending pain
Will not be healed

My hate has turned my eyes
To black and never to gray

This evil inside my soul
Will fight for my lonely spirit

The blood will not conceal
My violence will forever remain
These past memories haunt
This hateful soul of mine
Consumed by hate
Part sufferer, part conqueror
Part victim, part seeker
Father of an angry soul
Son of a beaten spirit

This never ending pain
Will not be healed