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If you live your life fearing the dark,you might never witness the beauty of the night!

Convergence.Divergence.

He sits in the sun,
with a pad,a pen and headphones on,
he thinks of a scene,
and then of a song,
he shuffles around,
there's something missing,a scene or a song?
He looks at the world,
then the world of his own,
and doesn't look back,
its better where he belongs.
Then she walks in,
through the trees and the shadows,
with a pad,a pen and headphones on,
she looks around,
Sun touches her skin,
and golden she turns.
She walks on but shuffles,
as if something's missing,a scene or a song?
He looks at her face,
and the scene melts in beauty,
the songs he can write,
and make it so perfect.
He looks at the world,
then the world of his own,
only to look back,
its better where she belongs.
He.

She smiles deep inside,
The day,oh so good it is,
as she walks out of the house,
None walks right past out,
a smile none gives,
like none knows her soul well,
and her day begins.
Then she goes along,bubbly than ever,
and enters the park,
through the trees and the shadows,
with a pad,a pen and headphones on,
she looks around,
Sun touches her skin,
and golden she turns.
She walks on but shuffles,
as if something's missing,a scene or a song?
so she sings along,
to make it so perfect,
like none was hers,
as she dreams of.
She.

He thinks its time,
he must tell her the truth,
and shall ask her if,she thinks he's worth.
And he stands up to walk,
to do what he shall,
or to do what he must.
He walks up to her,
and speaks to her back,
of what he feels,
maybe more than he shall,
and speaks of the scene,
and the song of his heart.
But she turns around,
with tears in her eyes,
and sobs and she runs,
away from the world.
He watches her leave,
he looks at the world,
then the world of his own,
and doesn't look back,
its better where he belongs.

She walks through the lake,
and across the park,

and goes on to watch,the birds flying around.
She turns around the fountain,
only to find it all flip,
as she watches one,kiss none's upper lip.
She sinks into vacuum,
and stands deep in the ground,
when she hears up a whisper,
as if someone speaks behind her back.
Her throat,it goes silent,
and so do her ears,
the only thing that speaks,
are her eyes and her tears.
She turns around and she sobs,
as she sees him standing there,
as if he's waiting for someone,
or maybe waiting to hear.
But she's too numb to judge,
as she runs off away,
away from the park,
like a waste,like a stray,

He still waits in the park,
for her to come and answer,
what made her cry,
or made her run.
She still waits outside her house,
for none to come out,
and to face none's eyes,
to fight,to question,to shout.

Some roads,they are meant,
to go two separate ways,
but they do meet at a point,
before they part ways.
You may say they come and meet there.
You may say they go apart from there.
You may say what seems right,
to you.
For things are meant to be known,
but we all assume.

The story doesn't end,
and it shall go on,
till he shall write,
till she shall mourn.

In the night,before he sleeps,
he thinks of her,
and looks at her picture.
In the night before she sleeps,
she thinks of none,
and looks at none's picture.

Two souls and two hearts,
could meet or could part,
its a pity it didn't work out,
its a pity it didn't work out.

Daydream

To walk around,on a winter night,
such pleasure in pain,such warmth in the rain,
the fog,oh!it calms my sight,
for it reflects,what I am inside.
and yes,that's why,i hate the clear sky,
for the soul I hide,is so traumatized,
like a little spoiled kid,it loves to lie,
and loves to hate,and loves to chide.
been a while,been a while,
since the spring of Rome,
too far,too hard,
but we'd come back home.
do I shall,yes i will,for the words are not where the wisdom lies,
the stories I tell,timeless but true,
aren't tales of the kids,or the books of the wise,
but the words of all that I've been through.
i speak tonight,not to wish,not to hope,
but to wake my soul up from its somber sleep,
but if you asked,I'd wave it off,
for the wounds,they run,way too deep.
I'd speak what I need,but they wont believe
for like a disembodied shadow in a dying flame,I've began to rive
but I await her again,to love me and leave
just to see if my heart's still in there,alive.

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Through the creep of this silent night,the footsteps of imagination shall be heard aloud.

Insanity

Sanity is a closed room.Insanity is everything outside.And it all comes down between luxury and freedom.
Never be ashamed of your insanity.Embrace it and make it beautiful.Someday it will make the sane look up and regret for not breaking free.

i see hope.

when she looks back,and waits for me to hold her hand and help her cross the road,
i see hope,
when she holds my hands tight,and ripples her fingers through mine,
i see hope,
when she brushes her hair away from her forehead,and looks into my eyes to never look away,
i see hope,
when she digs her head in my neck,and hugs me hard,too scared to let go,
i see hope,
like the wind she sways,into my arms she falls and stays,
like a little girl she plays,like an angel my name she says,
she floats like a cloud,she walks like a queen,
she runs like a wave,and stops like a scene,
her eyes speak,like i wish my poems would,
her hair fly,like i wish my paper plane thoughts could,
i remember her smell too,and so does the river which froze with her fragrance,
i remember her voice yes,and so does the cuckoo who envies her with vengeance,
when she walks up to me,and whispers in my ear,that she loves me,
i see hope,
when she rests on my shoulder,and kisses me on my lips,so gently that my heart leaps with joy and sinks knowing the moment would be over soon,
i see hope,
yes,i see hope,
hope that when i wake up from this dream one day,
this story would be real,and she'd be mine.

And one fine day.

And one fine day,
i'll tell you what it feels like,
to travel fifty miles everyday,
to stand in a forty degree sun for hours,
to count the number of puffs i smoke,just to make it more fun,
to walk around in the rhythm of the traffic that surrounds me,
to watch the birds in the sky fly in a pattern,and see them fly away,
to watch the dogs sleep on the pavements,
to watch the airplanes come and go,from,and to,different places.
And one fine day,
i'll tell you what it feels like,
to do it all,
just to see you come out of your college gate,
once.