It is often abominable conceit at hands of self sufficiency to reprehend reasonings to summation by appreciations. To all those amiable apprehensions and to certainties about them, I wonder at the stipulations to individual self and to the art at ceding to them.
Amazed at such condescensions, I go about a world too deep to be true to the art about truth and with success none I am thrown about, back to the doorsteps once defamed. With centures to any intentions as such what concludes is often of none than worth.
I pertain to perspectives about minimizing such discernment with success none and failures all done. And yet would I conclude to the ideas about my virtued self, to the ambush imitations to yet truthful wealth, to a imagination about what’s afterall to well to be yet often than said!
With worth abundant and redundant, its gross to find adjustments to all those ideas about a yet virtued self!
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To often than before, the consistence about attaining to attentions desired, we push too hard and hate to realise the after effects, to pushing. When tired and torn, we breach the bond…………….with what’s left is our arrangements at blame games, and self tame ending it all too hard.
To such conclusion, and none realisation, we adjurn to the same cycle, after and ever, well before understanding as to when the cycle starts to run us. I often feel scared, at human tendency to conclusions, to attentions, to attachments and then again to conclusions to their contemplation, to these sacred tendencies and to their amusements. Attentions to such conclusions darn us to the self sufficiency we respire around, with all that’s left being disobliging complications and none conclusions.
To amateurs to these tendencies, we often defy what’s worth and aspire through the dark.
I conclude to never conclude, what’s beyond and let it conclude what’s coming forth, to wait the wait and to not agonize the dark. To stop pushing it afterall, to let it play too safe to be true, for what’s worth to be anyway attained.
Aaj phir ek yaad ne dastakk si di
Aaj phir fariyaadon ki aahat suni
Chupchaap si chup chaap thi, aaj phir ek zindagi ne kuch khul kr saans li
Aaj phir inn aakhon ne khwaabon ki tabeer ki
Aaj phir dill ne baaten kuch kahi
Gumnaam si Gumnaam thi,aaj phir ek pehchaan ne zindagi chuni,
Laahaasil si ek ayat thi, yaa ki shayad beyakeeni me baaten kuch hui,kuch yun gumsum si ek yaad ko aaj phir koi raahat mili,chupchaap si chup chap thi,kuch band darwaazon ki kadi
Harre the kuch hum bhi gamm se bhare.
Vo zakhm harre the to kuch hum bhi yun gamm se bhaare the,Ki Aaj yaadon ne haqikat ki shinakht li, kuch yaadon ne tasveer se taabeer jee, Aaj yaadon ne haqikat ki shinakht li!
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Astonishing as it may sound, predicaments to one’s staggering conclusions often care to fail their very own condescensions, aiming to amusements often confided to the hidden lapse of something called “the future”, it wouldn’t quite jarr the darling emotions to such entertainments once contained!!
To all that is to be said and done and to all that aims at attentions to our worldly intentions, I often believe our hopes being the only culprit, and yet too frequent to be at ease to any measures by all. With animity to that is afterall unknown and untold, we hold our hopes too high often poisoned at hands of delusions to our opposition to the untoward.
Eminence to the beauty about amateurs one defies, and to the growing atrocities to amusements, often than never does one fail to create apprehensions to certain choices. With us transpiring to something too deep, it gratifies the emotions too steep. And hence it abides, abides to the rules about the caged presence, often than never creating a missionary to self sufficiency as it is. And we behead adorbs to saintly recreations, an arena to delimmas being undone!
To inhibition to the claims about thy choices, one often remorses to ammends too often, to not be disposed off anyway than possible. Aspiring to such emotions we often end at existing to apprehensions, and amusing atrocities rather often. Abdicating to such benevolence we often retract to adolscence, to avoid reminisce to dimensions. Indications to such suppositions fail the intentions and what’s left is ends to a never found beginning alas!
Sudden or unsudden the implications to failed intentions often haunt the bearings to a future. With darkness in the eyes and uncertain being the ties, failure attempts at content, grief, remorse and fear to any forthcoming slots as such.
One wonder at human nature being too darn to dare such implications anyway, would the attempts at remorse be worth living with or are they just any God forbidden attempts to scarce amusements anyway. One fears such implications and their repurcussions to self built inhibition and yet with attempts made and laid, hands play it all bare. To such self loathing intentions and yet to them being thy soothing intentions, one wonders at impressions hence paid. Is the amount worth afterall, to all those implications laid and after effects to templates paid!
With reassurance to regression, it feels broken than ever at any attempts to imitation. From wondering to such talents one often retracts at bias to impressions about faith and remorse, and yet with an empty hand and benovelence to thy stand it retracts back all again. At attempts too daring than ever, one’s adamant at emission to terror. With broken than ever being the fate and amusing to all the wait, it’s a never-ending journey…………to fear, to guilt, to remorse, to having it all over again, everyday of one’s life with wonders to what it afterall feels like, why would it anyway be like this! It’s a never ending predicament to persuasions, with light none and shunning all that can’t be undone!
It’s fate about faith, faith to all those defiant imitations at “all being well and done”. And yet it’s all over than before about aiming at achievements to worldly attires to profiling to what’s all but shunned! It ain’t gonna go any better anyway, with pretty ties being in the way, to after effects at such means and to agonizing worthy peace, it ain’t gonna go any better by that way.
Hence stunted being the ties, it walks about all lies. With tainted all those ties, it’s amusing hefty bias………at “all being well and done”, it “ain’t any well and done”, to after effects to all that is hence so done, it “ain’t any well and done”.
To after effects to all that is too done, it’s all left soo undone to all that was wanted to be done, it’s all left undone!
There I saw a world, dying hard, preaching dead bodies, craving to graves they all were. And there stood my existence,. Out in the dark, with plight to the gay skies pondering upon an emptiness about me, And amidst it all, I found you.
There I saw that world, reproaching my identity as a burden, Intended it no more no less was killing the me I knew. With me trying hard to learn to live to what it all meant. And amidst it all, I found you
With light in the gaze, all beyond the haze. heading hands too warm with love, you lit the identity I stand ahead with. And amidst it all, I found you
And now I walk it all by my self though in my shoes, I hold the identity you introduced me to. And amidst it all, I found you!!Continue reading “The better best to self”
And then yet another gaze down the memory lane, cranky yet happy it went on and on………amateurs to my profound precisions,
And then yet another gaze down the shady lanes, graciously greeting those predilections too lame, And then yet another gaze down my very own memory lane embracing some preferences with blame And then yet another gaze down the memory lane, weeping to embezzlement with shame. And then yet another gaze down the memory lane, greeting the hatred to self tame
And then yet another gaze down the memory lane, briefing the emotions once gained And then yet another gaze down the precious lanes, residing roots to resentment once defamed And then yet another gaze down the memory lane, rejoicing fuzzy intentions once claimed
And then yet another gaze, down the remote areas to gulible emmergence by the worldly attentions that reign And then yet another gaze recreating intentions too deary to let go vain And then yet another gaze down the dusky sillihoute to impressions in pain And then yet another gaze down the gestures to lovable virtuals too sane. And then yet another gaze down the dusty lane, embracing embodiments to recreations insane And then yet another gaze down the memory lane, preciously mesmerizing appareal to fame, And then yet another gaze down that memory lane, to becoming a beauty too plain and then yet another gaze down the memory lane!!!!!
With the adamant uplifts bequeathing beneficence, it still stood their upright to the obvious yet hateful defiance…………..little did we knw of the polishing propostrous behaviours………for all it could come over with were those visuals running the arrands about its breakthrough!
With scars soo deep and stars so bright……..we existed almost a simplton bewitching to the realities…..little did we knw of the world we surrounds…….it was all with scars soo deep and stars so bright, with hearts so warm yet hands that cried!
the world that pryed, and warmth just sighed, Adamant to a benevolence often cried, the heart wouldn’t wish for a brighter night………….with scars too deep and stars that bright, my heart existed to a taller night. Breaching that aristocracy to the meagre price, what little did we know!!!