His Serenity Immortality...

‘The perfect guy’ describes him perfectly…perfect probably not 4 evry individual on earth…4 wat works 4 me might not work 4 u…bt yes if I had to describe him I would say perfect…no other words can express his worth better…n perfect not just in the sense of his way of life but other stuff too..the way u talk..the way u address me…the way u have an opinion about almost anything and everything…your perfect scandals..r perfecr fights…r perfect mistakes…jst perfect…nothing even begins to describe it all…

But still I can give it a try knowing u 4 so long..if a try is all that it is…

1. you rock
2. you are the coolest
3. you care for everyone
4. forever you shall live
5. you are spontaneous
6. you have great emos
7. most of the time it is me before you
8. u let me be
9. u interact well
10. u r thoughtful

so this is something I came across some time back and since you are the only one who I can relate it with..this is 4 u…

HIS SERENITY IMMORTALITY

Like a blowtorch on the heart
Blazing strong, darkness defied
Everything he sees, Spirits within
Contemplated sins, he percieves
Gathering the veins of sorrow
Unearthed from the dungeons of time
he leans on the wall, eyes awake
"Whats up, lady?". "Oh, nothing,”
I was happy about everything."
he takes it in, shows none.
Sacrificing the unknown,
Something he never would know about.
What he gets is not what he deserves
Silence personified. Eyes wide.
Death seems dearer, yet he fights
Living despite the vile,
he has an offering....of love
Life cannot touch him
he is impalpable
And yet, not so
he cares for the uncared
Sacrificing what life he has had
And though he subdues himself
People, who know him, Will him to live
Passionate incandescent emotions
Laughing on every chance he has
People, who know him, Will him to live
he'll be halfway to anywhere,
With the spirits he keeps
Dreams, Percieves, Heals.
When he needed to share,
Was anyone there?
Tranquility in the passionless stage
he breaks mirrors
Everyone else, driven by his blessings
he knows everything.
Yet he claims none
Gliding, he loves
Longs to live, to run away.
The strength to defy, he owns
Yet he thinks twice, hesitates
What he needs is a soulmate
he will not find one himself
Wait, he will for an eternity.
Spontaneous every moment
Eyes wide open.
Closing only at dusk and when visions fade
His love is eternal
His story ends, in another world
Another time; child of his dreams
And yet in this dimension
he, forever lives
His serenity...is immortality

THE BIRTH OF DEATH...

The most unnerving silence in the world is when you know all the questions and you know how they ll be answered but you wait for them to form words. The fear is impeccable . the restlessness is heavy. And the wait lasts a lifetime. It is when the clock stops ticking. And you lose the sense of feeling. Its nothing. All that used to be and all that is, matter no more. You doubt your mere existence. Did it really happen? Was it real? And you solemnly wish these answers were not that obvious. The past is a silhouette you don’t recognize anymore, the present is a mist and the future ceases to exist. The habit of using we and us. When you abruptly stop talking as soon as you realize its just you now.  When every beep of the phone irks your spine with a chill, n u pick it up nt with some hope but just out of habit. Your conscience has crashed. The uncertainty that comes with the decision to be able to choose. The unreality of it all , is the only thing that makes you realize that you are still alive. Theres something inside you that gravitates you to the very bottom of whatever it is. It controls you. It confuses you. The helplessness. The total lack of self control. And hence the fear does not end. When will the pain stop. When will you cease to exist.

DEATH..a feared word. They say death is when a person stops breathing. Life comes to an end where death begins. No life for you anymore. It is remotely easy for a human being to die. One cut along the throat, a slash at your wrist, one hanging from the fan, one overdose of sleeping pills and it is done. But what about the other ways of death. Those more cruel ones that are not much talked about. The living dead. When your mere existence is put to question. Every breath you take is heavy.  The poison of silence. It sneaks into your system  And slowly and gradually take over everything. And one day when you pluck up the courage to look yourself in the mirror, the reflection is no more yours. These eyes used to be yours…this used to be you…is this not death..??? naa..NOT YET..

NOTHING HAS EVER COME OUT OF TEARS..!!

They say. The weakness that it brings with itself. The helplessness of not being able to call about some change. When directions seem meaningless. When the questions they ask are not meant for the answers you give. These faces you no more recognize. These relations you can no more call yours. Weren’t they yours to own one day. When the centre of the universe was not the sun but you. Those days did exist. But now you know y all stories start with a ‘’once upon a time’’…for there really was a ‘’once upon a time’’…you worry about umpteenth things- global warming, trade in china, jobs, melting glaciers..even the extinction of species…while I might be a little more concerned about the extinction of ‘’us’’ from my life..dreading tomorrow will bring with itself some more silence…

But for now it is  The death of curiosity.  The Death of will. The death of happiness. The death of hopes and dreams. All in one go. A new era unfolds itself within the horizon, BUT THIS TIME WITHOUT THE SUN.