The Golden Light years of Memory and The Cold Embrace Of The End

They say wishes ohh wishes are made up in the stars
and they coils up with the hindrance of your time
And when we grow up, they sweetens the verses of our dream
Which lets you exhale the outreached far cry of your memory...
Time shall pass by and memory ohh memories shall vanish
So the day you die your soul shall absolutely relish...

Hope ohh dear hope,they say you still live in death (a cold death)
Those who rages upon life and marches beyond time and takes you in their breath
And then they meet fate ohh our fate which vehemently proceeds
Calming down all the possible tantrums of wishes to live
Time shall pass by and memory ohh memories shall vanish
But ohh fate you are so cruel that our hopes,they shall all perish!

Those everyday mornings we wake up and those countless nights we dream
Isn't that all of us we are bound to realize 'who am I or who are we to live?'
And like they said,live for today and live better for tomorrow
Don't we place our unknown happiness over our dear-most sorrow
Beneath your flesh and bones,our immortal soul struggles forever
To find the key and release the ever infinite struggle of joy
like the old man says,river shall run forever,the soul struggles forever

(Collapse)
And then the cold hands of death reaches us mortal beings
Diminishes the fight of mortality (To become the immortal one)
Like the ocean and the glorious whale or the sky and the restless birds
Our dreams and hopes get buried beneath the infinite yards
And then our memories speaks to race against our time...
The struggle still continues...
WHO ARE YOU AND WHO AM I TODAY?

Music inspiration,Fen- Epoch
Know them over here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fen_(band)

The Story of Bottled Water (2010)

Alissa's Lullaby

Unknowingly and unconditionally she wakes me up with her silent kiss
Makes me feel the warmth of her lips and my fingers running through her bohemian cheeks
She asks me to see the birds leaving their nest in this marooned moment
And their feathers touching the sun in the limitless vast sky...

The aroma of her skin and the touch of her lotus feet makes me forget about myself
Our skin welcomes the the first ray of the sun and the day which is about to run...
Silently i take her into my arms,my soul still mesmerizes about the heavenly moments
The magic that we had created and the joy that went through beyond the limitation of time
She says ''Oh darling lets make love with the morning sun,..
Let me taste the sweetness of your skin and let our surrounding burn...''

Here we are standing with the echoing chants of that last nightingle
I say ''ohh Alissa,let me merge into the twinkling notes of your bangles
And watch this night leaving its memory into an another day...''
The sound of her anklets are breaking the silence of the whispering souls
And her giggle is forcing the leaves to break the solitude of words
Her hair runs through my momentary blissful eyes
My finger touches the divine dew drops that touches her silk skin
The cold morning breeze is passing through with a lustful grin
And then she whispers ''oh darling let me immortalize this dream''
And make love to you forever and merge into one
Like the phoenix rises from the ashes,and the passion that embraces
Ohh mother earth let us paint the morning sun with our happiness...

Inspired by Hypomanie - Alissa loves perfume
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUbjBWr1658
 

This Landscape Calls Your Name

Part 1(Remembrance):
The surreal state of the landscape is still alive in my eyes
through the unforgettable bond of happiness that we shared
sometime in the dawn of the night i still call your name
to ride the tides away and rejoice your fame
i have had the memories alive...
till the time this landscape will make me realize...

Part 2(Happiness):
The stars are sparkling mystic tonight
with the heavenly aura that is making you mine tonight
we will dive across the sky and will make love with the cloud
the moon will shower us with it's silvering twinkles
and the trees will scream our names...

Part 3( Desire):
I hope the night will not come to an end

and we will still dream away with the glorification(of our love)
how are we today and how we were in those days
brings the rainbow of blossom which brings back my happiness
ohh landscape! make us lie on that carpet of blue bell
oh landscape! help us in making our giggles immortal

Part 4 (Departure):
i am not there tomorrow...but this landscape will call your name...

Inspired by ''My Cats A Stargazer- Solstice celebration''
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwLj0s2qVgY

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Pride

The shuffle between the life and the relation ends
the day your dignity makes this life an worth
until the time and the moment of realisation stands
right knocking at your door...

the days of emptiness and the days of uncertainity spreads their hands upon
the existense of your soul and the remains of your memory that takes you down
the misery of digging your own reality
can be painful then possesing the bullet into
the heart of a crying mother's heart

we fight,we lose then we still move on
to meet the horizon and the kindness of the earth
the earth which has been following your wish till the time you realise
your  wrath...

now why do you wait for
to throw the stones away to welcome your waves
or the air that you have been wasting to see your rage
aren't we the creatures meant for nothing and doing everything
now let me feel the happiness of the visible authenticity( of life love and death)

we do,we keep and we force upon
these misery  of our life that talks about a sweet ocean drive
and till we realize the reality when we loose ourselves in pride
there is, in a distance a momentary pardon of hope leaves...
with the up most expectation of misery that calls...

NOTHING!NOTHING CAN SAVE US FOREVER!

OSTITWO(Dignity-Assamese)

dukmukoli puwar kumolia poroxor halodhia dhanoni
sikimiki boroxunor tupalor olex aluroni
aai matrir haator proyaxot utoli utha puwar saah pioli
xokolu jen smriti aji...
barudor dhuware abori dhora xudur akaxor prachin khyonot
thomoki roi mur mon proja poti
aaami kun! ki amaar oshtitwo
axomiya buli hei porichoi hei gourove buku uphondi utha
aru prachin xonskritir poroxot muggdha hua
hei krishnasura fulor xubaxe abori dhora junaki godhuli
xokolu jen smriti aji...smritir gobhir korun aloroni
hei bahuboli brahmaputra...
aah buai ne ei papor khyon aru manobotar bemejali
borjonar axirbador aji nai kunu sthan ase mathu hinxar kholokoni
xudur xodiar apun adoronir pora borak upotyokar bhatrir adoror xoxari
xokolu jen herai gol..

bhahi gusi gol manobota barixar gobhir baanor logot
aah aah ulai aah,aji ulabor hol kokalot tongali bandhi
xuduror joli thoka gaokxonir korun binonie gaai amar ostititwor gaan
amar otikoi apunor baputi xahun hopunor axom khonir joi gaan
aji bosaboi laagibo,ostitwor ei bemejali atoraboi laagibo
nepahoribi lachitor hengdang aru kolagurur pranor gaan
ei xaatbhonir ekota aru bibhin xonskritir miolonor khyon
aji rakhiboi laagibo,kailoi puwar xuruj utha khyonot uthibo laagibo
ghror alir modhuri jupat sorai sirikotir kholokoni
aru hoboi laagibo olex xihur xinxa bihi kandunr(ba hanhunor)aluroni
aah aah ulai aah,aji jujibor hol,kokalot tongali bandhibor hol!
doba honxo mridongo aru borjonar axirbaad aji xirot lobor hol
aah aah ulai aah,aji aguwabor hol..
tur mur pran aru amar ostitwor ei gaan...
utholi uthibo matribhumir pran!
pis nuxuhukibi,bol bol aguwai bol!

The Post Apocalyptic Twilight

The incurable moment of reality of life that calls it a day
Gulping down the devastated truth of life that still pray (to live)
far away in the horizon, her soul takes its direction
Upon the temple of hope where an wish became unfaithful
She still collates her dream and plays with the rainbow
and colors the cloud that smells peruvian...

With that pair of eyes which speaks the solitude
and beneath the earthy smell of her breast
a heart lies which is always rude ( to her hope)
The moment of coldness has become the moment of truth now
the coldness of her skin would speak about it
before you will wonder how( her feet still stands on the ground)
Upon the temple of hope where an wish that became unfaithful
She still collates her dream and plays with the rainbow
and colors the cloud that smells peruvian...

Watch her becoming obsolete now
her feet are the root of her ground
with those circles of  blistering wishes revolving round and round
She still wants to color her dream
and make them real...
ohh her roots(feet)are heavy now
Which needs the mellow touch of the mississippi rain
And there's she finally collects her dream and colors the rainbow too
The whole sky smells peruvian now

In a far distance far above the clouds
in the shadow of a dark nebula
she touches my rotting soul

and the moment of coldness becomes the moment of truth!
 The rainbow has become darker now...




(Artwork Courtesy- Saloni Sinha at http://morbidillusion666.deviantart.com/)