the space between

that empty feeling in the stomach when you dont know what you should or shouldnt do ? there is so much you want to say, but who to say to everything you thought you knew of what is false and what is true i thought it was a part of me, but i know its you i fell into all that went before was forgotten in an instant or so i thought as i still carry the pain i want to rip out my eyes and hide under the table i am still vulnerable never ending thoughts of the why and the why nots did she just touch me or she wanted to hold on is she really there or has she moved on do i have to say the words of what is true i thought it wasnt just me , but it was also you we fell into what i used to be , i am not the same i ran, i ran, but i still carry the pain i want to run away far from all the people is this me? i am still vulnerable memories of what is and what could have been she didnt even say , she didnt even tell me ? it was just another kiss, or did she really feel me ? i

standing still right on the edge one step further or a retreat is the thin line between life and death the colossal mountains, with numerous streams merging into the rampant river flowing in between as different experiences form a story, and these countless stories  become a dream a dream lived and a dream unheard of what is perceived and what is seen is the thin line between real and believed the rising sun, brightens the horizon as dark clouds envelope the vision what has happened and what is revealed every conclusion takes two different means i accomplished or i didnt take the test the thin line between failure and success walking along a long winding road top of the hill , on the snow an ignorant move and there i see you go i reach out with my hand to bring you back once more how you held her and how she holds you now is the thin line between love and sex the magnificent meadows, the splendid terrain the snow covered mountains, the beautiful rain you ho

blue skies cover the horizon as divine sunlight touches the wind the languid sound of water running as a green blanket envelopes the hill i stare at every phenomenon wondering am i a part of this or this a part of me? yet, fascinated by this spectacle of creation by the creator who also created me snow glistens on top of that mountain with the sun shining on top of me birds singing to their different tunes now in one place then another tree i gaze at every splendor wondering i am as much a part of this as this is of me what power can imagine such vividity the thought of the creator who created this and created me every thing seems so much in place every picture seems so perfect every creation serves its purpose as every thought assumes a reason while i am thinking through these thoughts of wisdom how was I thought and so was this all along i was sitting still..

do they all go through what i am going through everyday do they all see , all these different shades all beneath one single tree is this all for real cos it seems like a movie Again it makes me smile when it should make me cry i ask god.. why me why ?? all that happens need not have an explanation stranger things have happened, stranger people have arrived i am a simple man, i have a simple mind not once, not twice, it happens every time i try god !!! why me why ?? what do you want to prove?, where do you want to take me ? i have never interfered , forget intervene.. its alone i have lived, i have wanted to be free no more i can feel.. why am i still alive?? when will i die ?? God !! why me why ??