20.8.15.21.7.8.20.18 : THOUGHTS

As we all know our Alphabetics in numbers I thought it'd be a fun process to present my thoughts:

Hope you took your time to read this 

Sundar Santa & Bishal

This is a poem I wrote made for NEPAL

Hope You Like it as raw as it is ...

Hope you all like it

TATTOOs

The Sweet Side Of Curves
Made Of Them Thorny Blue Rose
Lips Then Glide Without Bleeding
Bluhes Fog Up Lively Tattoos.

Be Blessed With The Feather
The One Played Almigty Crown
Holds It The Right Shoulder
Smiles Fly Timidly With Tattoos.

Stars Touch Find The Less
Upon Sandy Ocean And The Walk
Eyes Run Up And Down On Sight
Soul Ascend On The Tattoos.

Hold The Phantom With Soft Arms
Both Strong And Broken Tusks Seen
Static Where The Touch Flows
Peacefully Sleeping Within Tattoos.

Finally Spotting The Unseen Mark
Heart And Mind Under The Eye
Mole The Gravity Owned The System
Mystical Image Of MAYA Natured . . .

The UnTitled Event

Here I am again climbing up
through the snow and ice and the song
the songs that they say these walls sing
I keep hearing a calling for my name
a kind of music that I can only fancy.

I see the smoke that no one saw
the dancing of stars behind the aurora
I find myself dancing but round and round
have I lost my way, also night and days
the winds singing my name, calling away.

All my senses have now failed me
alas, I see the first sign of life on these walls
the piles of undead, uncremeted, not buried but frozen
within this desert of white walls I hallucinate
I sense the urge to live hence I push on again.

Never give up, never give in, not now
my existence slowing down with my step
I try to find the sirens who point towards there
the inevitable there awaits me and I smile
here I fall, through the dept and land in heaven.

I wake up to suffocating chambers
a walking dead dream leads me to signs
once there was life here and I took a long breath in
my belly muttered and now my hunger leads me to the crystal pool
a place I, should not have been awaited me.

Now the sun rises and calls my name, 'awaken you'
I am up barely crawling, for one drop of water a grain of food
I dove in to what seemed pure death, yet I did not choke
the sun hit, the pool caught fire, I was on my skin
the rebirth was a purification of myself.

I was among the legends and now I could see it all
I sang along with the winds and found my new skin
I destroyed the trace of this heaven and silenced the sirens
I danced with the stars and saw my smoke of hope
now am here and this event shall be untitled.

My Life Is Colorless

The part of me that cries tears, bleeds blood
is a white devil and a dark guardian within
the songs I listen to are empty
like the colors and sounds of the wind
the howling my mourning to light.

As darkness falls the black takes over
but the dark blue sky brings white stars
the big moon is never a surprise
I am no longer empty in the dark
the stars fill color in my heart.

No I shall not run away
the joy of color is what I need
a simple smile fills up all that was empty
was white loneliness or black emptiness
that bothered me, I shall never know.

It's amazing to learn from people
not of their skin color but their lively thoughts
a thought is all it matters of rainbows or snow
nature brings dry colors desert, deep colored ocean
I don't know why I want to hide myself.

Words are colors, sentences my art
what I say I write, what I do I draw
colors different with meanings thrive in all of us
I usually get dimmed with black and white
it's not my hobby I guess I am without color

I cry, I laugh, and I disappear into nothing and everything
and my question is could I ever be something
so what color is anything ... I go blank.

Who We Are

Who we are, who we are,
who we are, who we are,
Who we are, for you to know,
Who we are, for you to play.

From the vast jungle,
you took away our mother
you took away our home place
we aren't here for you to play
not always to cry oh hell.

In the long fight,
who we are if not to stand
otherwise if to run
who we are for you to know
who we are for you to play.

Down the life root,
we are standing we are crying
you ran away with our souls
why can't you see we are crying
we care for you to play.

Up the high scrapper,
there you stay yes you are
why don't you say, yes you are
the one to come the one to save
the one to leave us alone the one to care.

Then again in the life's turn, there we are long long gone
who we are not to wear
like we are but to fear
you seem us too we are
but you win , on what we are.

Who we are, who we are
whoever we are but not a human
know we are now we are
for you to love for you to put us on the top.

Please we cry, no more feast
or less of our children's cry at-least
know who we really are, we are 'the innocent beasts'......

The Wait

Among the people I sit

the way I knew, unaware o travel

in words I trusted & I left

with chemicals beyond my mind

a plan that worked on no words.

On the way I drank I danced

I felt the obscurity of more what  I needed

prepared to meet whats right & wrong

I was meeting my loved ones

yet a little crashing I wanted to.

The pitiness of being and doing bad

the thoughts of laying my words right

I had to fly up in the skies

nothing new to me these customs

yet I defy the times that had me wait.

These words wouldn't be here if not

people quiet & mumblers all among us

I should be called a mindless poet

times always  plays with me

here I am writing these words.

Wish I had the habit of reading

a downfall of default yet I work fine

I do feel tired yet the wait isn't my enemy

the thought of masks all around

what I experience is what i was, me & will be.

It's been a while I met them

yet a dedication sounds way too off

time all I had, rushed to time all I have

now I wait & I know I will again

I despair with pride, my wait to my destination.

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