Thoughts Of My Solitude !!!

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Crawling my way slowly through those thoughts
I come across the boulevard of my broken moments
With aching feet and a timid soul
I bind my courage to avenge my lousy role
Losing track of my miseries I run
Imagining the perfect world with you and its fun
I try to comprehend a forgotten delusion of mine
The false impressions it generates I can’t forget
Making me a fool and got it what it wanted to get
Hallucinating my road to destiny never fulfilled
I walk down again the boulevard and run
Towards a faltering fate with a shaking soul
I lay down for my last breath all alone

Holding Arms With My Wilderness

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Holding arms with my wilderness I cry out
My aching eyes full of tears as they fall out
Is it now that you have to leave I don’t understand
Leaving me like this all alone as you are gone

Not interested I know I can never be
Let me try to be the one I used to be
It ain’t fake it’s true I miss you my lady
As I look upon the mistakes that I had made

Could it be the night I had wished for
Can I ever be the one you wished me to be
Can I hold you in my arms like the times before
Could it ever be the time we had wished for

Looking back at those times when we fell apart
Was it me was it you we never found out
Let us try again and tempt back into love
Would you help me out and be my lady

I don’t want to hold the arms of wilderness again
I don’t want to hurt you my love again
Let it out of your mind let us start again
On those paths of love and not of pain

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

As I sit down again to write something new here at my blog I find it really amazing to see that again I’ve the personality blues upon the highest point that I have had in the past month or so, it’s just like I’m suffering from the nausea of loneliness that does not seem to cease in any context. Don’t know why I usually get so fed up with the things around me it’s just like walking down the Boulevard of broken dreams!
A boulevard of broken dreams has its reason because I think that what ever a person feels is somewhat related to whatever he thinks or imagines and I guess dreams in bitter reality something that we think off its just like while hallucinating something you try and reach out for the thing but when you are not able to get hold of it really get you back into the reality, the feeling of not able to get hold of what you were just feeling while the hallucination also makes you wonder what could it really mean in reality.
At the moment its just like I’m really walking in an empty street that I really want for myself it really feels like I’ve myself deleted the whole amount of people could have been a part of the world around me to walk really alone at his moment so as to satisfy the fire of solitude that is burning in my belly. I don’t know what I’m suppose to do but it’s like the darkness of the loneliness is really shouting at me with,
“Surrender the happiness around you to me, surrender the smiles you can pass on to me surrender the touch of glory if you have any to me”
It’s like I look up with a broken soul to it with a rye smile on my face that it’s been time I had any of the stuff you want as I live at a boulevard of broken dreams!

Something that has grabbed my attention !!!

As I press down the keys to write my views down on this blog of mine I just remember and notice the most amazing gap that is shrinking down with every passing by moment between the mortality that we having and an abrupt end that it has regarded as “Death!”
To many this may sound the most strangest of ideas to think about death but to me it’s not that hard to think it’s like just thinking about any other thing that might come across a person in his day to day life, it might be a very absurd thing to many as I think like this but to me its like going down the lane of something that to many is know yet they are not familiar with it and for a definite reason because it has its own time at which it has to greet all of those who breath.
Now the thing that really fascinates me is what would be the feeling of a person who is about to die you might have seen many film stars portraying death scenes but its not what a person can feel like in person … hahahahahaha many at this point would think of me as someone insane but guys it’s really fascinating to know how would it feel like to die. Whatever I think of it is that it would be something like to float into the arms of an unknown fear with all the pressure releasing out of your soul and into the air, it would be an aura of relaxation that would sweep past one with a single aim that now it’s the eternal sleep that one wish for after wandering in the wilderness of the agitation that this world carries upon and lets a pure soul to be diminished to the extend that it forgets the mare purpose of its existence.
To the extend that I can think of I would say that death is like silence as it sweeps by no one can utter or hear a thing that is being spoken to the person just like when a person tries to find peace and walks up to the solitude with nothing but silence and darkness all around him, just imagine all of this in your minds and then try to put yourself in such a situation, chills run down your spine but still your feel like if it’s the same feeling, the same aura catching upon as like a person who is on the very to die.
To an extend I still think that its not me but almost every second person that would think about the approaching pause as I’m doing now because no matter how a person behaves he has a personality to retreat to and which helps him to think better and for which he loves the solitude that really compels him for once to think about a grave change that would approach him or her one day and that is the eternal pause of death.

My Loneliness !!!

The title seems to be the most boring sort of things that one can come across and may it would be but the thing is that there is a different world associated with different stuff that one can think of and i guess this is one of them !