Iam Born of Dreams

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A poetry less told

I'm awake.. yet dreams dont stop..

those velveteen silk sweetly flows...
brushing my face, wiping my tears...
Away from the stars, from the rain of light,
you lie under the weather of stones.
There is no thread to lead you back to me.
Your friends doze in the dark of pleasure and you dont remember.
Your once love, seems to you nothing but a digit..
gazed into the binary of what emotions had offered..

I'm awake.. yet dreams dont stop..

Those sinister smiles, those loveless words...
thrown from the ocean of an eye...
away from the wind blowing its ashes of my truth..
you do not see the bruised heart go up in flames.
you do not see the sun or its rash rays..
There is no arms extended to hold you back.
Your love may fade away into its real self.. and you wont remember.
Your once love, nothing to you but a greased ink.
gaze into me , with those innocent eyes... but you dont find me in the vision that it offers..

I'm awake.. yet dreams dont stop..

Waves are lapping on the shore.
am standing staring at the sun...
old men dancing with no shoes on my side...
paradox and possiblity seem to express..
cold logic and half truth also surface..
fools and fine intelligence is a definition...
vague notions and concrete certainity ,oh well they are just notions...
optimism in the face of adversity... is all i can see...
my objective is all i can perceive....

I'm awake ... yet dreams dont stop..

I'm awake to a real dream... please dont stop....

The waiting place

Do you dare stay out..
Do you dare go in...
how much can you loose...
how much can you win...
and if you go in...
should you turn left or right
or right and three quarters
or maybe not quiet..

you can get so confused..
that you'll start in to race..
down long wiggled roads at a break necking pace..
and grind on for miles across wierdish wild space...
headed i fear towards a most useless place..

You can get so numb...
That you feel like time a cement on quick pace ..
wrapping around your body and your face..
deeper into the skin and you loose your gaze..
hiding inside your mind in that place...

The waiting place!
where the people just keep waiting
waiting for a train to go..
for a bus to come..
or a plane to go...
or the mail to come..
or the rain to go...
or the phone to come..
or the snow to snow..
or waiting around for a yes or a no
or a string of pearls or a pair of pants..
or a wig with curls..or another chance...

The hoping place!
where the minds keep hoping...
hoping for the darkness to go...
and the sun to come...
or the death to go..
and the life to come..
for the tears to go..
and smile to come..
for the cold to go..
and the warmth to come..
for a holding hand or a pack of currency..
or a beautiful smile or a another chance...

Do you dare exit out..
Do you dare live in...
how much can you take...
how much can you want...
and if you live in...
should you take whats left and not right
or right and painful as it matter..
or maybe not quiet..

you can feel so bestowed..
that you'll prepare to thank..
to those unknown, and to the one who have started the race..
and while away the pain in the empty place ...
heading blindly in faith towards a most useless place..

The waiting place!
Where people just keep waiting..

Nidhish P Kavinnamannil

Absence Emptiness

like a wandering Tyre rolling through the rough roads...
like a roadside bum selling glowing horns..
like a beautiful melody nobody listens to...
like a heartfelt prayer whispered to a dead soul....
like tears in rain shower...
like a dew drop blessed on a dead bird...
like a rescue scream to much awaited audience ....
like a unknown feeling slashed at the wild...
like a life such as this...
like a reality of this day...

absence... emptiness... love... and dreams...

Nidhish

An ode to supreme I

I shiver in weakness.. doesn't mean i am weak..
I weep a river.. doesnt mean i am meek...
I listen to you .. doesnt mean you should preach..
I ask for help.. doesn't mean you own me or i payed you to teach..

I pay attention .. doesnt mean i am flirting bleak...
i am flirting ... doesnt mean i want to sleep with you you freak..
I sleep with you... doesnt mean i am in love with you my sweet witch...
I am in love with you .. doesnt mean i will sacrifice my dreams for you or snitch...

I pay my respects.. doesnt mean you are better than my leak ...
You are better than me.. doesnt mean i am lesser worthy nor do i squeek..
I say my needs.. doesnt mean i cant fulfill it without your twitch..
I show my heart.. doesnt mean you are accepted in it, go hitch...

I am narcissistic... doesnt mean i dont care for you or your squeak...
I care for you... doesnt mean i will only care for you you bleak...
I dont care for you.. doesnt mean you are someone i disrespect or ditch..
I disrespect you.. doesnt mean its for what you think i do or pitch...

I am fu**ed up... doesnt mean you are my crib halfbeak...
If you are my crib.. doesnt mean i cant choose another perspective beefsteak ..
If i choose another perspective... doesnt mean i have ignored yours or switch..
If i have ignored yours.. doesnt mean i am not thankful to you ,my gratitude reach...

I puke my ignorance.. doesnt mean you are more intelligent or a freak..
If you are more intelligent... You wouldnt consider it ignorance, You hairstreak..
If you consider it ignorance... I consider you ignorant, bitch ..
If i consider you ignorant.. You and i are mismatch intelligent lockstitch...

I write this.. doesnt mean you can judge me or forespeak...
You judge me.. doesnt mean i care a sh*t about it or sneak ...
I dont care a sh*t about it ... doesnt mean You are not important or an outpitch ..
You are important.. doesnt mean i will take all judgements towards me or get bewitch ed..

An ode to I...
An ode to I...

Understood is bliss... Misunderstood is divine... Interpretation a waste of time..
Comments would be taken in humour...

Nidhish P Kavinnamannil

My heart aches in a pain unknown...

My heart aches in a pain unknown...
The forgotten faces are brighter than ever...
as the soul fills with love more than i can bear...
I curse my existence for the love i don't find and haven't known...

My nerves wreck in turmoil unknown...
Those wet kisses on my neck returns like fever...
as the eyes fill with tears and silence scream in my ear...
I challenge my reality for the past i cant mend and future unknown...

My senses gets deprived in emotion unknown...
The warmth of hand recreates its grasp like forever...
as the skin shows the goosebumps as i hear a romantic verse and nonsensical sheer..
I defend my vulnerability for the mistakes of the past and present shown...

My heart aches in a pain unknown...

Nidhish P Kavinnamannil