A life lived in love will never be dull.

i am, 

alive,

where i see tunas flying,

dragons talking.

where i tell the truth

and no ones listening,

still they call me crazy.

but they Anita listening.

than who’s it hearing?

or am i floating!

make me believe,

as am in the couch of smoke.

i wanna know you,

but i won’t remember you.

i see myself in the mirror.

my reflection is blur,

it’s so mere.

but the image is distorted, or

am i all wasted.

they say, trust me,

but can you trust someone,

who thinks you’re crazy.

i tip over a walk.

but i concentrate it all,

to take this tiny thing,

in my merely visible vein.

it leaves half-away my body,

but never my soul.

we all wanna touch the sky,

but i fly where the sky is mine.

its just a ceiling, wherein,

the smoke i float onto.

without being real,

but being myself.

i bow down, 

take a sniff.

i open my eyes to the feeling,

that naked i came on earth,

and than,

there was a blissful light.

i go back in commotion,

where i feel my heart,

i might lose it,

to the worthless need.

people think,

what i do is sin.

but we are the sins,

amongst ourselves.

why do we need all this.

when we have the mist!

i am, 

sober.

a million ways,
i tell myself.
a million ways,
i hide myself.
more than ever,
i tell myself.
what is it, me,
am i myself..?

once & for all,
i tell myself,
to keep up myself,
within myself…
once & forever,
i bump myself,
i come across myself…
all lost & lame,
within myself…

so much to hide,
so much to tell.
or so much to tell,
but nothing i can say.
after all the possibilities,
i hide myself,
try to tell myself,
find myself,
try to learn,
why am i, myself..?

to live a life,
which gives me fantasies
or to crave my fear,
which turns out to be a fantacy..?

a million ways,
i tell myself.
a million ways,
i hide myself.
more than ever,
i tell myself.
what is it, me,
am i myself..?

once & for all,
i tell myself,
to keep up myself,
within myself…
once & forever,
i bump myself,
i come across myself…
all lost & lame,
within myself…

so much to hide,
so much to tell.
or so much to tell,
but nothing i can say.
after all the possibilities,
i hide myself,
try to tell myself,
find myself,
try to learn,
why am i, myself..?

to live a life,
which gives me fantasies
or to crave my fear,
which turns out to be a fantacy..?

i tell myself a million times…

i ask myself,
to choose my life
but if i have no choices,
i have nothing to choose from..!
than why i cry
when i lose myself..?

time clashes against me,
over and over again.
i hold myself,
within myself.

i ask myself a million times,
i wonder why,
should i live my life.,
now the way am i..?
make my fancy life, a head on…!
or should i make,
my fantasy, my life and go, behold.,
myself forever..?

many such questions,
are unanswered to me.
many such tries,
are ought to be.
i tell myself,
a million times.

but why do i,
when they are never,
answered a whole..?

rather.,
the reality clashes.
rather.,
the reality is nothing,
but, i tell myself,
this is my life..! 

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i’ve been living in a dream,

where am free.

you make me live that dream,

where i breakfree.

i feel you breathe.

it makes the world disappear,

around me.

when i give you more of me,

you feel am not clean.

but its just that,

you unwind me.

so close, so far, we are.

but the way that we touch,

is something that you just can’t deny.

i’am living in a world of fantacies,

where you,

make me breakfree.

as i always said,

looking into your eyes,

making up lines,

i don’t fancy.

but the smirk behind my eyes,

always hides away from you.

you are my fantacy

where you,

make me breakfree.

i isolate myself,

but than i realise,

am not alone.

i feel you,

running in through me.

where i belong to you,

and you herewith,

are deep down in me,

questioning my soul,

do you belong to me?

where you,

make me breakfree.