Days ....

                          The day .. 

                                                                              - A.D.

                          The day was falling like night once..
                             I remember that recede of the light ..
                        it was trying to snatch my shadow too
                  because when i saw it , it was stretched towards receding..

                   someday I was so lonely.. thinking about the days .
                  days I have to see , and there was terrifying question .. can I..?

                    things to learn was so many but not the days
                   and so the nights too , for regretting ...
                 now on each thing I have to think deep .. only to apply..

                    and now some of the paths I have chosen ..
                  where while walking when I see back ..
                   I see no footprints .. and that's the very rumbling feel
                         making doubt on myself ..
                     things have gone too far to learn
                 and now there is no time neither a way ..
                         deep sorrows rise again .. when the day falls
                 while I was toiling to my passion other things have been lost
                      that's somewhat disgusting
                 perhaps still there are few days to overcome the tension ..
                     to prove the one myself buried too deep within ..
                     rise , rise .. make the days gone and nights beautiful...
                                             

I Broke The Mental Slavery..

                   

                     I Broke My mental Slavery...

                               When there was no ME ..

                               my mind ruled me from deep within..

                              and my heart ,the home of feelings ..

                            rose for the mutiny and it wasn't any sin ..

                                  Fought to break every habbit ..

                                 a slave of mind , was being to be it ..

                                no reason but the freedom of my ..

                                     I promissed my bravery ..

                                  and now I broke my mental slavery ..

                                   Now the house of feeling is sighing ..

                                   every of my brave feeling is now brathing ..

                                   flowing through every of my own breath..

                                 and I suddenly felt free and sudden sighing ..

                                      Who will know the fallen ..

                                      unless he himself is.. 

                                     who will know me ...

                                     unless he himself knows who he is ....

                                     And so to the every of the mind game.. 

                                    this time my behaviour wasn't the same ..

                                    the explossive silence of heart was itself uncontrolled ..

                                 and somethings started to bring back myself , once sold ..

                                 I am me.. from the moment I took the first breath..

                             and the days after , I wasn't one who I was once ..

                          all of suuden , when my heart.. used to tell me to breath..

                        me too could feel the glimpse of myself who i was once..  

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      - A.D.

TO CREATE A MOMENT FROM THE PAST

    To Create A Moment of  a Past....
                                                      - a.d.

             Breaking many days, walking many ways...
           jumbled for the eternity with my own plays..
        the moments of past is the broken thing which always long lasts...
     with each step in my future I am dying to create a moment of past..
     
                           My heart and the true of myself is already broken..                                             people are still broken to whom my true words have spoken..
             they lie me thinking that they will walk their bright future pretty fast..
            perhaps they run from the reality like they lose to create a moment of a past..

              Everything  they choose like they will never have to see the past...
             so they are the  one who always have to face the heavy blasts....
          in fact my words too make them realize what is the real past ...
         and I myself is dying to reborn with a moment of a past...

I Have My Own Answers...

                                      

                                I Have My Own Answers..

                                                                       ..a.d.

      

                                   Everything in the air around 

                                  and everything to which                                                                                                                is a filthy question whose answers are very round...

                                                                                                                                                                                                      And me too breathing that air...

                           being lost in something with my vacant stare

                         bothering ,refusing the answers which are very unfair....      

                                                                  

                                 Holding my own breath, I face them all

                               I answered them and for them wrong is what people call

                               why ..? is when I asked , I see their proofs are very small..

    

                          To everyone's  every step , there arise questions 

                        and to me each step is my own questions 

                      like wise are my things and my actions 

                                     The world around always ask me 

                              and they expect the answer which their mind has to be

                              I never  liked the reasons ...besides 

                           I have my own answers which always prove what they should be..

Bringing Back ...The Dream..

                                 

                             Bringing Back ... The Dream 

                                                                                        -a.d.    

                                  

                               Having so much involved within the day..

                               and now for this dark night , have no words to say..

                                               having my hands under my head..

                                          and watching to the stars ,I am on my bed ..

                              sighing from the deep within ...

                              the eyes are continuously blinking..

                               the air somewhere  is so thick 

                                and somewhere still so thin ..

                                       I thought ... to bring back the old thought 

                                       and to find what they once brought ...

                                         night is falling but there is dream drought 

                                      I am thinking to bring back the days I fought...

                                     

                            Things are seeming to happen so slow..

                            and my thinking is just like a heavy blow..

                            the days before i used to sleep so easy and so tight 

                            and I in my childhood never thought that

                            to bring back the dream i will be against me to fight 

                            so the stars are warning me being suddenly bright        

                                                         

                                     and for a moment i realized that its the same night 

                                    once i had seen ,but i remember it was with moonlight 

                                    tonight stars are feeling enough than the seen moonlight..

                                    perhaps I am so happy .. for this so dark tonight..

                                    because this made me to bring back my own light..

Awake In The Dreams..

                                       

                                Awake In The Dreams..                               

                                                Till in the night,its nine....
                                                and These eyes of mine ,
                                                though they are fine ,
                                                are now feeling a heavy burden to see the dreams...
                                                     
                                              Night has just to begin..
                                              begin to tell all about sin ..
                                              feeling the feeling and which i have been ..
                                              saying that I just want to be awake in my dreams..
                                                             
                                            toiling...may be aimlessly
                                            in the daytime.. but not carelessly ..
                                            and when I feel my movements very slowly ..
                                            I wish to turn the day into the night so silently ..
                                                                                                                                       
                                            I just want to sleep all the time
                                            being awake in the dreams all the time
                                            so that I will never know the fake time
                                           and no one see me and neither I can see anyone
                                           while I am so asleep my soul is out and body has no sign...
                                                                                                                                           - a.d.