Random.Crazy. Something. Poetry.

In the silence of the night ,as the distant strings of the struggling guitar attempts,

I search for the fading dream to form a shape i recognize,

And then I see you.

That look that transcends Physical mass, and sounds and space.

Creates a knot in my twirling center, Falling Rising inside me.

And then you see me.


His soul seems so untouched. Bruised, dettered, yet almost the same as mine.

Reaching out in so many unspoken ways.

And i look away.


Gutless and Dogmatic minds, lead us to the past, not the future.

You trust me to play a part of ur mindless script and hurt you, just like her.

And you look away.