GARDEN OF THOUGHTS...

In the midst of this fussy world;

The sound of that broken song seems so plangent;

The resemblance of beauty with imagination was always pleasant;

Yet the garden of mental imagery was incomplete.

I had that beautiful picture of nursery in my mind since childhood;

It still propagates somewhere;

Making the reflection of whiteness a bit dimmer than usual.

Fading away with the passage of time;

Accompanied with the events of joy and sorrow;

some have a blur impression;

But i have managed to amass  them;

And hopefully my garden of thoughts will always remain with me...

MAD WORLD...DONNIE DARKO.

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world
Mad world

MAD WORLD...DONNIE DARKO

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world
Mad world

MUTE TESTIMONY...

As the vision goes down,

The purview of thoughts;

A mute testimony to its journey today,

Together we catch.

The fluttering moment of togetherness,

Seems to stay forever;

The Undisturbed consciousness of serendipity,

Clouded with the ages of familiarity,

Accompanied the gesture of excitement.

The rendezvous seemed to be lasting;

Yet the conclusion not climacteric;

Gestated the end,

But not admitting;

Illusion it was,

But still alluring….