Rain, rain don’t go away Why don’t you come everyday True friend, sole company Either in December or through May   Sometimes droplets, like fairy’s feet At times roaring like raven’s beat Why do you leave ever so hastily? Dear friend, dear company   You bring memories of a time long ago When all was merry land, yet to know Then thunder came along the way And took a child’s wonder with its flow   Rain, rain don’t go away Why don’t you come everyday True friend, ...More

O Man! Behold thy eyes with vision Alas! The world is full of illusion   Sans companionship, no luggage, lacking direction Toll on, as you toll on a journey with no destination   Discard rationality, strip thou of logic As you pass through the gates of reason   Every one you know is no one And every identity unknown is a relation   Begins the sphere, whom knows no boundary, no limitation Lest second, hour, day, month or season   Let the soul ...More

Some day you will liberate your soul And let it fly   Soaring above the skies it would leave And will ascend ever so high   The angels crave for thy Whilst the demons are left awe struck   Then lamps of eternity will again light Smoldering ashes, leasing them forever to lurk No related posts. More

If every disturbance carries an existence Then perhaps eternal and mortal hold some relation If madness echoes the sound of revelation Then only death is the jingle of completion Related posts:Dyslex’s Diary Death More

I am no wonder; I am no mystery I am courage as I am fear I am steady as I am the tear I am haste and I am procrastination I am chaos and I am orchestration No related posts. More

To every triumph, some failure leads For every accomplishment, agony heeds The must of desire masters through design Just a vision that every ambition needs No related posts. More

Love fades, passion vanishes Vision chases reality and becomes its realm of cruelty When dreams are met with death Then whatever that is left behind, tarnishes   Be felt promises, lingering memories Seek icons of divinity and mount false premises Within the hues of uncertainty, it’s the altar of belief Whom the dart of doubt always misses   At some juncture in life At some point in existence We all stop and part ways with selves And adorn fate with stains ...More