I loved you till dawn...

I loved you till dawn,
I was in crazy love waiting for sun.

In the peaceful bliss I chased your shadow,
Just to get abandoned in the middle of woods.

Then I searched for your smell,
To look into the bright eyes and behold you as my dream.

I ran again beyond the sun, beyond the sky,
I searched the heaven, the mountains and the oceans.

I searched your shadow everywhere;
just to find you in my heart,

With sunrise and the murmur of birds,
I wake up and find you sublimed in my dreams in eternal past.

The sun is in your side, the day is in your side,
But the moon and nights are mine.

Then I love the night and dark for they are my very own,
Every peaceful night in the dreams I love you till the dawn.

Truly
Abinash

Some times.....

Sometimes I become empty like a moistureless cloud,
Which can give a motion, a beauty but no rain.

Sometimes I become a featherless cuckoo,
Which can sing, entertain but can’t fly.

Sometimes I become a stopped fountain,
Which has water, sound but can’t flow.

Sometimes I become someone,
Which has life but not me.

But then times are there,
When I become what I want.

I become a dancing sea,
Which has energy, motion and unseen beauty.

I become a mountain,
Which is gigantic, unmovable and unfathomable.

I become a true man,
Who has a soul, a goal and the will.

At last I managed to become me

Bye,
Truly
Abinash

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absolute madness

Times are crazy and people are strange,
I am locked in tight, I am out of range,
I used to care but things have changed.

These words give a lot to think on. It may be the socialized version of men or about the one who enjoys the solitude. But it gives a hint about absolute madness.
What’s "Crazy" is about? Its about the dare to be different. We all are crazy in one or other way. We are insane deep with in. We have hidden desires which we never fail to execute or at least fancy when we are alone, with company of none. While alone mostly we are mad, or our general behavior is kind of crazy. But in real term that’s the real we. We are not crazy as it is understood but we are free and feel a sense of security. Logically we can derive, when we feel free and secure we are the true we and we may behave like crazy people do. But taking a deep thought we can find actually in this society we live with fear, and a parasitic happiness where we depend on others to be happy. So who is crazy the man who doesn't care what others would say when he passionately believes in his imagination, thinking and vision or the one who are always driven by others desires and reactions. Being crazy is a freedom from this social bondage and slavery. This social slavery is like a self imposed suffocation which makes us breathless just because people don't want us to breath. A crazy man can cry when he feels like, laugh at his will, try all the things we will never dare to and he is freed from the fear of failure or death. Isn't that a state of salvation. Isn't that a true freedom? But we the intellectually correct and high sounding people are not crazy. Pity that we are not crazy, we can't be for it takes absolute courage to be in absolute madness. But we live relatively depending on others.

truly
abinash

I want to now you!

All I need to know is you.
What all that you try,
what makes you laugh and cry.
I want to know your dream,
I want to shout and scream.
What makes you happy and sad,
where you are good and bad.

All I want to know is you.