The Stark Effect

I never realized if this is going to be again. Last night I had a terrible dream, I was in the middle of flying cars and objects. Edan saw me and cried out. I could barely move my hands, I saw him but I couldn’t speak.


The day was more ordinary with temple colors and keypads. I stroke a pause to realize if it was a bad dream, but I couldn’t, the more I got into it the more its hallucination.
Edan was upset. He had this great proposal of reengineering social psychology and social tactics.
“ I have a better idea- once you are into it you won’t leave, I promise” Edan said, “She’ll wait for you 0° on continuity”.
“That’s weird” I told, “ I can’t buy that much”. “ After all living for a mile is lot more than the time". " Such a ridicule”- I added.

“Bethna went town last week, she brought you a gift”. I could see those deep eyes when he said that, “ the Green Summer is all what she’s interested in- Save yourself”.
And he went away, “see you on Tuesday” I told him.

Meanwhile I was still perplexed why she would bring a gift. Then again I would hear those tattering and rumbling facades. I close my eyes to be awoken again.
The dreaded long hallway to the starky door as I walked by to come to my senses.

Bethna was staring at me “didn’t Edan told you !”. “About what” I said. As I keep my time strictly dimensional. “I have work and a schedule” and I tapped myself to wash her out.
And the rainman will color the roads again as she walked by.

I skid and I skid,
and I saw the opening door.
I am drenched and I clenched ,
I saw them coming roar.

“I saw you what you were doing and I know what you’ll do” said Bethna. I smile and add “ well, I know the concept”. The cryptic is a jargon and there’s always the escape, you can’t plan. How do I write when its all written and how do I challenge what I don’t know.
I kept silent and went back to my room, I had a schedule.
And the rainman would color the roads again as she walked by.

And teeny tiny droplets;
the memories I still harvest.
The woods and the green summer,
that I have never been.
A promise as sweet and slender,
a secret I kept in this cryptic world.

On successful recharge the strength went 5, I kept talking till the guy share me. We were on his track. He had a great world built around. "I have arrange them in parallel, and the channels let you in."
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My Pride

Round and round, i go up and down,
Merry, little fairy, and a delight.
In whose crown i took my pride;
and all enemies i shook with smile.

The coward dies many times,
thought i still miss the ugly times.
Sweet are the grapes, from thin slender hands;
the more i felt as wary i am.
With bloods all around,
as stars they say "shall die, one day".

Moments of task, it spread
I bow'd in thee, head down.
Mystery it is, i ponder.
for peace, is none but all absurd.
You live and die for them to be.
I know the bitter, still i merry.

For its gone in once,
when all its shown.
And i retire in deep slumber
then shall i rise, for me and again.

To a Skylark

On a young summer sky,
Among woods and among trees,
When the journey never hath halt,
for a change, doth never open,
A sudden feeling maketh me surprise.

When mighty sun seems so pleasing,
A distant silver caught me blind,
as it smiles, doth on me.
As she hovers at noon sky,
makes me wonder, and a delight.

The days are deary and night so long,
for i ponder and i sought.
beside the fountain, and the hillock,
with silver shinings and velvet breast,
caught me wilder, i saw it again.

The land of fairies, and of lords;
the land of peoples, and of soul;
the fountain of love;
and the pleasure of soulmate;
And memories i harvest in thy land.

Thine eyes as clear as water;
and stillness o' the night;
With little foams dancing along rocks;
thy melody streches miles along.
for a hard man day and his night.

The beauty of life a wonder
In thy words, yet still unknown.
for i count in joy and balance
by virtue, and the beauty
for quest of the lesser known.

By brook and the foam
thy song so sweet and the still;
and oft in times amongst places,
thou if i hath ever known,
O wonder Thou art, the skylark.
 (contd)

No Time to Think !!

I am not really a philosopher neither i read philosophies, but often i ponder on thoughts and things that happen around me. I was kind of of a cliff hanger who like to climb no good mountain but a cliff, hard to do, a bit stupid, less known, more threat, much chance of losing, and not so sure about.


The path had not been smooth, as i say a cliff hanger, huh..
Of lately certain sense start functioning loose, not conglomeration in duties and task but individuality in approach, its said better be reactive and can't be one if you get into a same pose and ponder around, you got to have a different sense of attack by each one not together afront.
Don't think, react, give me the answer! . Well its wise to be it, you know you are seen, watch, shown.
Then they nod their head, a sense of satisfaction.


So many dumps to spit your waste, i took that one lately but at times find full of mongers, they say don't look just run, don't be supra boring.... u know, you don't look so good.


Last time i had a feeling, second one, a third one, a fourth one, i fifth one..huh i am not sure. But the last one, it keeps me in it. You forget when you don't remember, you remember when you get close, so was i.
Smitten, bitten, likened.. well the last one through my own impulse, conditioned, well since it meets all conditions.
Touch and Glow, i like it, those were, the sharp eyes, the smile, it then reminds me the times.
Be reactive, as loud it cries, what are you pondering on. You can't touch let alone the glow !!.
That it came was not your guilty, but you let it in was your fault.
The rich never ponder, so is she. Well i dont mean she is rich... but she don't ponder.
He was a lair, pretending, forget about him, don't ponder, be reactive.
When you go straight ahead you'll find a tomb. You rest in there, thats why we made it.


Go get yourself ready, don't look around. Follow the tune, i tell you its good!!

I dream, A wind

One early morning, i had a dream
in my open meadows, i saw a butterlily;
'twas so sweet and so bright
for i wonder a sudden wind,
in such a warm sunshine, 'twas much early;
For 'twas the wind that kiss the earth,
and sing in rhythm, as the lily dance.
It's face so clear, and was so pure,
as its rooted firm and care.
For 'twas the wind that kiss the earth,
in my humble abode, i feel less care.
"All i wonder, it came from where"
and the earth smiles, "i felt it queer".
"oh, i spin so fast, and i made days and nights".
For 'twas the wind that kiss the earth,
it said that's why i am here.
I make your day pleasent, so are the nights,
and i sing in rhythm, as the lily dance;
I came nought from anywhere;
and the gentle heart, it seems less care.
For i am so pleased, to sing in rhythm;
and let this dream never be awaken.

A True Gift

All whence comes this
A sheepish smile of gentle mind
Oh, I might forget,
I have to rush.
Although I'm free,
I'm still engaged;
I know, but my life,
a true gift.
But why do I feel lazy at times,
That's ok why to rush when it's all mine.
--"Speedy water seldom run deep"
My true spirit and my confidence;
I can reach where I want.
Freedom is what I sought.
In starry nights along purple moor,
I saw silver sword and shining armour.
But he clangs, the sound so loud.
My heart so pure, and I endow'd divine ,
My friends are true,
I stand for thee.
I am the archer, and I have in me.

the Thinketh

For him to tread, he seems no retread;
His mind, the glory for him to wander.
"I know, I had, I believe, and I will"
"the days are long and the night still unknown"
"for i to keep the promise and bring the sought";
-and he sees the beauty in the neck o'garland;
still the purity in the rugg'd,
he felt so pleased and charm.
"I know the beauty, the pleasure, and the desire",
"For the meaning in life is what i seek",
-And the more it gets as the end it meets.