Devilish Angel

Then before I was drowning in the rivers of unexpected maze.
Now again, my epiphany has started illuminating love fungi of hers.

She is the find of my love and so does hers.
Depicting deeply and weighing the souls.

Sooner, I ain't just being able to sense of what happened, as it seems for the 1st time & so called Mental love.
As I eradicate everything that would make me understand this very angelic devil.

My life's journey is destiny-free, and out-of-obvious.
Thy weaknesses are changes I tend to have.
I ain't complicated anymore.
But the world I live in is.

So it seems,
So it was,
So it is.

Don't you think a spurting thunderstorm for a falling StaR is a kooky assemblage?
Am I ever happy? I reckon she should hope not!

She made me play hide-and-seek; expect for a fact that I need to find myself.........


Do or Die !
Now or Never !!

[Dedicated to the countless-cognitive hours of me cogitating her, and she pondering me.]

It's not done yet, but there is blood everywhere!

The errors of distraction aggravates my whims.
Well, I must be a claustrophobic.
I am...

I despise the very essence of your being.

Don't make a seance with your hazy mind.

But the weird good feel is if you are not confused yet then you are not doing enough thinking.
I guess this is because of years worth of wasted time on this internet, not any plausible alternative.

Guess what not, you seasoned vet !
I keep coming back to where I initiated this thought. 

Ninja quietness it is. That's what I like.
An echo-less silence.

I never dreamt of Tasmanian devil.

Horizontal Verticals

An Eye of diligent detailing is a crime.
I know it's a criss-crossing evolution, but I still feel my brain is boon-dock.

Often, I gawk myself and realize that I am one of THE incurable doodlers. To extend and flash forward it, I wanna become a self-confessed nerd to bones.

Finding it's own way onto my slinky connotations, something has to come up to materialize my prolific thoughts.

Years of toil of feelings was just a habitual agnosticism that culminated the jive of life.

Sprawling and gazing over the darkest black sky at odd times is another soliciting mentation.

Years fly by, and I don't understand ME

I miss me more than I can bear...

It's too far-fetched. Simple truth is, I am always phobic with lots of things around me disturbing!

But my life is simpler than lot more.

So, it's time to nut up or shut up. In case of chronic anxiety, abstract expressionism is not really up to rescue. Time flies in building a bridge of chance to reach something/someone you love, but in the end Its tough to play with fate.

Dream, which hasn't shown yet is a genuine inspiration. 

But It's becoming what it's going to be! 

99% perception 1% inspiration.

Just stay apart or get closer but do not be the both, viciously.

I believe I am still in the past, you live in the future.

I'm a hodgepodge or so it would be an understatement. 

I don't understand why the sunsets are unforgettable. 

I am sure that the happy accidents along the way makes everything spectacular.