dreams..and truth?

He was gasping for air, running…with no ends in sight. Some turn would see him break, or die. Who knows?

Something is wrong…something is vividly wrong about this place. Why else, u choke? Pessimist? Yeah. And why would an Arian ever be pessimist. Just because he escapes, just because he takes it easy?

Well, , the above are not my lines, and I do not know whose are these, but some while ago…I saw a man running wanting air…or death. And why in dreams? Why can not reality be as dramatic as this? I am not in knowledge. For, I have always been this ignorant.

Dreams have never been sweet to me. Always those dreading devils, warfront, a hand from the back…some villain of the love stories, have been the visitors. Guess I have always actually wanted to meet them in my actual self? And whom do I meet, some people who can not be villains even in drams.

What I conclude is, life this..is better than the dreamworld..and wonder why everyone says this is as good as dream? I love my dreams…but not more than this truth, that they are after all….dreams.

words.....

words,
they have their own path;
trials have been many,
mine and not-mine,
alas! all in agony.

eyes,
however u shun them,will see;
for, they know not , what else to do.
shut them, and they are free.
unbolt..and they will flee.

heart,
palpitates.
beats..for it can`t say no.
loves...for it has a heart.
drenches...blood is wet.
and you know it will stop one time.
till then...its life.

and life...will be lived,
however u deny,
however u defy,
untill when...its death.

rekindled....

looks like,
life is just today..
time takes,
the heart away.
accentuated expressions of a fille,
perspire dreams, longings stay.

feels like, the watch zeroes.
the me, steps ..and jams.
runs away, stops, hibernates,
now and then , the pulse rams.

was not the same ,
the date that day.
was not the name,
just for the sake.i was here ,
and there was me.
at least as much,
as i could see.
love , rekindled...without fire.
and whom can i blame..but thee.