I Just want to sleep

Driven by logic ,driven by pattern
Driven by desire,driven by ego
I don't know where i head,
I run and i keep running,

Want to break away from the shackles,
They say those who don't never make it big

What is being Big,what is being somebody
I want know me,if i don't know me
whom do i want to be..

Belief is what i want to believe in.
Wrong or Right i want to still believe.

I don't understand what you write,
does it really matter,for this is to me
A toast to my unknown presence.

I wouldn't bother for others to read,
i know if they do,most would say what have you scribbled.

Knowledge is abstract,Abstractness is truth
Truth is end and there is no meaning to end.

I don't want to know why it is
I don't want to know how it is
I Just want to sleep.

Why is that I cant sleep
Why is that i still want to be sheep

See i rhymed it !!! Alas I lie
and I am not sleeping.

Conscience provides meaning to sanity.
Success is want i long and as they say
"The distance between insanity and genius is measured only
by success"

Does that mean i want to be insane???
Or is it the genuineness which has had the true calling

I know
I don't want to know
I just want to Sleep!!!

Is there a purpose to speaking
Is there a purpose to working
I wouldn't say there is no purpose to life
But what is it??,

I know
I don't want to know
I just want to Sleep!!!

I may die a lonely man
I may lie on a stinking bed
But when it does i know
one thing for sure

"Sleep I will"

Wont I Or Will I Lie ?

It is beyond the confines of Man and Mind
It is beyond the existence of human conscience.

When i write ,I write with an Intention to lie
I write for people would read,understand and appreciate
and hence i lie.

I search for words,i compile my poem,I ponder would they
Understand and i change,i refine and i lie.

I write with mask of an Intellect,though the real truth
is unknown to me and i lie.

I stretch my mind,encouraging for a flow
for the flow of thoughts and words
For my intent is to make others to appreciate and row.

And i know i lie.

Is it the Jugglery of words or is it about abstraction
But i still write ,for i am afraid of breaking the ground rules,

I want people to applaud ,take me into their fold
and i know i lie.

I resist from reading back.
To puff my chest,to pat my back
"for how creative i am"
But my real conscience says i lie.

I sell myself ,my virtues
I know some buy ,some don't
for those who buy
to them i know i lie.

Sometimes somethings are best left unknown
Sometimes there are no answers
Only questions and Just because they want answers
I wont lie!!!

Roared

Here is a story of a Lion
who once feared,laughed,roared,loved,fathered,mourned and died.

Born to ferocious parents,at an early age he learnt
of his prowess.

Mother taught him to prowl
father taught him to wait,watch and prowl.

Friends regarded him with respect,knew he was the only one
and his skill couldn't be perfected.

Others bowed ,knew he was a king in making
qualities in him from the birth were sowed.

Enemies plotted and evils lurked,
he knew ,guessed, laughed and wondered
did it really matter.

He redefined his territory ,uncles helped
parents nodded ,was he arriving of age,
they said he was a greater king in making,
bedazzled were they with his speed.

Look what a style it is
have you seen like him in years,
ambitions were like immortality,
strong was his thought and vision.

Graceful was his gait
females wooed and drooled.
He knew his worth and when the air riddled
with words "Hail The Almighty",intoxicated
was he.

Parents left ,he thanked them for
making him deft.
partner came along,solace and comfort
is what i give she said "lets move on".

Cubs arrived,he strived
mama taught that's what father do
for he needs to survive.
Keen were they in hearing him out,
he smiled in years when he saw them playing around.

Plotting grew,they knew it wouldnt
be long before he would be strewn.
Confidant warned him,pact was he
adamant on.

Preying were they behind the mountain,
conspiracy rolled ,stab him they said
he wouldnt survive.

Ferocious and bloody was the battle,
uncles died ,he mourned,
friends died ,he got torned and
when beloved died ,he cried.

He won the war,his children had
honed and he bowed asking to be left
for the territory was in safer hands.

Zombie was how others described him,
he moved as he feared none,not even his end.
As he closed his eyes,he reflected
he was a Lion who feared,laughed,roared,loved,fathered,mourned and died.

Live On

Is it the Simmer of Hope or
Is it the Simmer of Despair

As I move
my Shadows chase and my thoughts race

So bright is his countenance
there is not a sign of penance!!

So steady is the rise
does he even think of fall or the distant cries.

He is wild ,young and free
He puts to shy even the friendly ,handsome tree.

He rises to his peak
He burns others around.
Some seek for a creek
He has the atoricity to call others weak
He dares them,so damning is his arrogance

Black,Grey,Orange,Red,Yellow are his myraid shades
Arent they the colors of the faith??
But yet steadly he fades

Promising people of a better future
He leaves them to an endless strech of uncertinity
I ask is that a pretence??

Feeling cheated i pronounce
our friendship is broken

As a consolation he lends his
friend "Mindnight Sun" to me

I Ponder and reflect to realize that
May be May be
and Climb the Distance to touch the ray of Hope

At the horizon i see him
and I live on !!!!