seeing thro' my eyes

Very time its like the first time Very sensation is a slow burn Driving up a never ending yearn I seek a body or bodies to quench my never reaching end I seek a madness without a face or faces to ravish my ache  to banish my quakes To realize my limits from my infinite notions To materialize my urges from the walls I constructed To make these walls that contain my space into a ship that take me places I seek hands that explore my canvas, to mould my form to their desire I seek lips that taste very taste,very texture I seek teeth that leave trails of bread crumbs to fountains that need to be drained I seek the weight of the body, its warmth, its growing heat, its salty aftertaste To unfold very bottled up nerve,  To break forth the energy contained I seek to rid of these frustrations that gnaw my waking hours Chuckling at my disposition Laughing at my inexperience Frowning at my resistance to shape my hunger as my nature Leaving

The Moment is Here. I see you were here all along, How come I hold you,yet not see you. Ah! I saw what I yearned to see, Sigh! I mumbled for long, you see, Alas! I tried to leave you, you see Yet you held onto me long,  You never gave up on me, And now, these tears cant change the fact  that you wither and soon will be lost from me.  I was blind by expectations gone wrong I lost a time too valuable to replace. And now I stand in the Same place With the same speed, the same Knowledge, the same level of skill, Unknown to me, others held on to you, And soon your hold will loosen. Yet I do implore, For the times we spent together, For the long hours you held on to me, I ask you to put trust in me. Till the end of the road, where u will bid me Adieu, Do stay with me until then, Smile for me, Shine for me Though you have become a ghost, whom will dissolve away, I still need you. I will hold on to you. My oppturtunity! Kamana Prakash

every day is like another, i follow a route that i cant alter, like a rat caught in this race, where worth is defined by they, a bunch on the highest tower, few jump of this route a very few find a new route the rest, torn by choices and fear get back to the same route, to make a mark in this world ruled by a robotic march? welcome loneliness, so sharp as a blade for a while i am rejoicing this moment i see a new route cheerfull, full of hope and warmth, yet before i can grasp this i am pulled back by a gravity i cant fight, to hit this hard earth, to be ruled again by they a bunch on the highest tower

While monsoon rain is downpouring; Moist droplets tries to evaporate sorrows of the world I am not cooling…………. While the fate is cornered by recessions; Last drops of love is being evaporated Yet ambition is holding on to passion I am not booming………… Your loving words smoothened my heart While goals getting less inspiring I am believing In pain, hoping not in vain Finding again purpose of living...... DAD

day after day, i follow a routine march i do wat is asked ,i do rite on time yet half-heartedly i do i try not to question wat i did i try not to let her in me out i try not to scream i try  not to bang my head never letting my dissatisfaction known never to face my disgust in me . the more closer i reach satisfaction the more stranded i am from the wolrd's race. i wish to run,i wish to fly but run where,fly where do wat i love. but wat do i love to do? with no paths to move on with no options left with love's chains holding me i play safe