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Midnight Sun…..

Midnight Sun

Tiny yellow lights, On big green trees,

Along the sidewalks, in our dreams,

where we walk, at midnight,

Beside the moonlit path, of white pleasures,

Craving your presence, I walked once here,

But now my love, I walk still here,

With you,

Never wake me up, from this heavenly dream,

Let this be my reality, to my grave,

This dream is, what I’ve been looking for,

All my life I searched, but here I found,

In my reality so you, seeming like a dream,

You don’t really know, how my heart talks to my bones,

Of mighty tales, of beating fast,

With every borrowed, touch of yours

I wish for this night, to never end,

For I don’t need no Morning light,

As you are my Midnight Sun, Under

These Northern Lights, of our shimmering love,

Sheltering our bodies in our arms, we thrive,

On each other’s breaths, feeding on your heartbeats,

We shall survive in my “dream”, My reality,

Shine away my Love, my Midnight Sun….

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Dreams….

Don’t say you’re sorry
When you never
Loved me
It ain’t your fault
It wasn’t your
Dream
It was mine
Love is just like that
Not in our control
The heart feels for
Whom it wants
The way dreams
Are seen
Of whom it
Loves…..

The Overrated Crossroad…..

Crossroad

There are times, when I have wondered…

What it is, that drives us to such a crossroad…

Is it rebellion, or perhaps you’ve just never surrendered…

Or an open road, like your own blank blackboard….

 

I stand just right there, like you…

With a vision to pursue, or a heart to fill…

With boundless possibilities, but options few…

My guitar in hand, and a book that could kill….

 

The book is my life, my worth…

My words it seals, from deep within…

And notes to go with the words, to bring forth…

The guitar is just a medium, to soak it all in….

 

Its strings are my veins, sound my breath…

Wood my skin and the fingers my mind…

All it needs is a heart, my words freight…

And a soul, these notes define….

 

I stand here still, sure of my intention…

But my legs sleep, with a fear to expose…

Shaking and quivering, not sure of the direction…

Still making a list, of cons and of pros….

 

I’ve come too far, is my mind’s shout…

But logical is this being, ignorant of emotions…

A soul is what I need, the song of a scout…

To fuel the fire, keeping alive my notions….

 

A fire once so fierce, It burned…

Burned a family’s loved son, to fly…

Seeing no bounds, a house it turned…

Only to keep in me, alive my wick once dry….

 

So I sat, at the edge of the promenade’s shade…

With my body, under my arm’s shadow…

Few words uttered, strumming the veins with a grenade…

A song exploded, Through my heart still mellow….

 

It felt good, singing through the sunset…

Of the montages, left far behind…

All the sacrifice, upon the wrath I bet…

But a glow in tone, of the future in rewind….

 

Awake are my feet again, blood soaring…

Lifting my soul up, swinging the strap aboard…

I walk, for the first star in my sighting…

Into the dusk, on this overrated crossroad…

Just Like My Dream…..

Just Like My Dream

A bar full of people, Guns and Roses bringing home the Paradise City back to life, it feels like a surreal dream to be alone in such a place. It’s almost funny how they look at you hopping from one buddy Jack to another. So many pretty ladies and I won’t lie, some beautiful as well. This place makes me wonder where did I lose myself in the whole process of growing up. There was a time, when not a single fuck was given. But today being alone here feels like my childhood is calling me. It’s a sign from above, telling all of us to stop pretending and be or do what we want. Not perform actions based on perceptions of the “LEVEL HEADED”. This has been one hell of an experience. These 3 hours by myself is I guess what I was missing. Something like a loss in translation. And it’s Summer Of 69′ just kicking me back yet again on this oh so cold bar stool. Aah! Now this is a sight! Everybody dancing to Jailhouse Rock and Love Me Do. Hahaha, this is turning out to be one special journey. So many faces, so many thoughts. It’s almost as if every expression on every face is my very best friend tonight and is making wild conversations with me. Splendid and confused is what I feel right now. OH MY GOD! The very girl of my dreams is here… And my my, is she the one or what. Man this night has taken a turn I never expected. I tried sending her an appreciative note, but the stupid bartender refused…. 😦 😥 AAAAAnd she’s funny -_-.

Whoa this LOVE at first sight thing is gonna get me killed someday. This is fucking my sobriety even more apart from Jack (11th drink :P). Damn she’s one of a kind. Like a stream of lonely waters calming my soul to an extent where I forget and lose track of what or who I am. It’s her all around, Just like my dream. I walk upto her and tell her, she’s the most beautiful creation of god I’ve ever laid eyes upon. We talk for a couple of hours about my life, my past, her life , her past. And just when we were on the verge of curing my insanity, I realised it was just my dream, Just like my dream….