Everyday I Travel For Two Days

Everyday I travel for two days
Each day belongs to the each wide
Everyday I made a small conversation with the sun
One day I got spotted by the moon
Today I am feeling like mentally disabled
For a reason which and why my heart has been smouldering
The glistening shine of the sun spread on my way
The way itself is the shadow of my life
The moon itself contemplating about the road to my way
Everyday I stood on my way to road anywhere
I am the light heart and sensitive creature as human
No one in the world could respond to my way

Someone But The Only One

Here is the muse and the incisive
Someone but the only one.
Here she herself is the range of above all
And he himself is the shadow of everyone
Here she her inter persona is just as smouldered
And he who wants to render happiness flanked with everyone
Here she her glancing is the cause of every disaster
And he whose happiness has kept in emphasizing at everyone
Here she stood like a glitter with glitz
And he who never shared his hang-up with anyone
Here she who had rescued from the life
And he who decorating the lights of everyone
Here she who could see the sky in the darkest
And he who pretending as a novice with everyone
Here she is the most lovable life partner
And he who heard a voice from his heart that to love a blind one
Here she who have the closest emptiness with him
And he who could see the sky in the light of everyone
Here is the muse and the incisive
Someone but the only one.

The Bare Night With Unfathomable Gestures

A boy just gotten up on the way, where it is entirely darken but smoke in a faraway light.
He headed to the light humming a song which is the best one as he felt.

“Ah! How lucky you are to be the song of this occasion 
A winter snow fall which lifted to get high on this occasion
Song to the end, Song to be heard on every human lips
Rosemary flowers to cover up the way, 
Like they want to kiss your feet on this occasion."

Suddenly he get addled, get conscious of his previous imperceptible consciousness and a shake has ran through out his body.
Then as he felt,

“I am a man who can recall the bit of every second
But somehow have misplaced to this occasion.
I am not seeing anything which could be fathomable
Seriously, have no faith to be looking in the future at myself
Anyway my past is much monstrous than this occasion
Time is just passing away like my thoughts flowing in my head
I need to capture and make a life on this occasion 
I am a man who have misplaced from his past 
And standing over here under the bare night 
With an averting look at the darkness of this occasion.”

Some Hundreds Of Thoughts.

Some hundreds of thoughts which I wanted to write that are misplaced in the world of my midnight,where I got those thoughts in my mind. Because of laziness or some other reason I couldn't write or by a thought to write next morning, but those thoughts are have misplaced at that instance  only. Like I wrote ("The misplaced world of a boy"). I have to search for them in that strange world.

People Are Afraid

People are afraid to look into depthness of my eyes
because when they see they get their own  self reflecting back.
To go on ..What can a decent man talk about with the greatest pleasure?
Answer:about himself.
well,then,I too shall talk about myself.

Observation

I suggest you to get inside and not to trouble anymore.
(I am a venerated man of inter personas)
Trying to get more satisfactory by the words which have despised the world of inter personas. But I am not complete here, making a new world which could just be a mosaic interpretation but not it is. It is an idiotic grammar.(trying to say). I write for myself not to demolish the world(in a simple words).

I have perused it, own it is admirable, (moving awhile among it,) Think nothing can ever be greater, nothing can ever deserve more than it deserves, Regarding it all intently a long while, then dismissing it, I stand in my place with my own day here.

A Prisoner’s Voice

I am looking at the sky, looking at the days, months and years to pass away and looking at the gentleness with which I’ve born then to a trembling voice with which I here now. Looking for the hope which would reform the adolescence onto me and praising the beauty of my life. Although the monstrous about to hang in a few moments and wishing the sunshine to take care. Where I go very long further beyond the time and space. Love is the one thing that transcends time and space and I am heading to prove it. Here I do declare that the world have very few good people in its time, they can be pronounced as the starts from the earth and I am……….. I was here.

Faraway Destination

At the end of the road I saw faraway destination.
Something ridiculous that I had upto now.
At the underground I know that I am the worst of all.
Still looking for beautiful things to happen.

A Writers Wish

I am madman, imperceptible who does not mean anything. 
Studying self for what it could be, but never, ever found anything fathomable. 
Something like without breath, without sense by being someone in a dark space about  
free of knowledge and understanding. 
I can just think of myself by being alone, because this is someone but the only one.
I can say freely that if I left as I consider myself  as before,  
I can create a new world with my projections who are invisible. 

Welcome to the sense of being alone, for those who believe in illusion. 

Fida Ka Abi Wa Ummi Sallallahu'Alahiwasallam

Wanted to say "Fida ka abi wa ummi sallallhualaihiwasallam."
inshaAllah soon I will.
Sunnat-e-habeebullahi (SAW) and the extremity of perceiving our"self".
"Maula main apne aap ko kam samjhoon aur loag mujhe bada admi samjhe." We with repentance.
"Maula make me to consider myself as nothing but people consider me as a great man."