The Soulful Atom

A molten blob of metal,
Some heavy metal..
And days like a chewing gum,
With weak traces of flavor from some other life time..
A stopped heartbeat, lost in the fabric of space,
And a dead breathe coming back to life in a particular grain of time..
My days of molten metal and old chewing gum.. :)

The bridge was you and the ropes me..
Delicate, stubborn, colorful, alive, delicious, seductive, full of love and equally lust, understanding, open, free.. the ropes..
And the bridge was just there.. immovable..
The ropes i cut down..
But the bridge stays.. shall always stay..
The ropes supported as the bridge endured..

But not the bridge stands alone...
The ropes shall spring back to life and not let the bridge fall..
But you need to call, this time around..

The ropes i have cut down..

And i said to his teacher- i try to do with words, what u teach him do with notes.. And d teacher watches on from above, as he gives me d chase of my life.. Lost in notes from his golden horn sprinkled with unsaid words exposing secrets of both souls..

Free from the shackles of bound, ungrateful love..
Free from weakness and from sickness of the minds..
Free from the soul.. and the soul mate..
Freedom needs to celebrate!

Bondage, rituals, traditions, society, a joke that men play on the other and on themselves..
The divine plan that the eternal has laid out smiles down on them..
No matter how hard they try, they cannot even get close to breaking us..
The futile efforts of men, fools who shall never look beyond, and never understand the reason for their ever lasting pain..
Who shall never find the happiness of freedom..
The show goes on, even if they close their eyes and turn their backs..
We stay.. forever.. eternal..
These are not the best laid plans, it is the only plan, and the only path..
Give in to them or stand and fight, choose you own way, destiny will play her part anyway and then we shall see.. the spectacle of a lifetime and beyond..
Forever and always..

-The undefeated

Would it be a crime
If i steal a stray thread from the fabric of time?

Perhaps i could gather
all the stray strands
that time has forgotten all over the universe
and sew myself a cloak..

The cloak of invisibility..
invisibility against time..

We could then run with it and yet retain ourselves..

Would it be a crime? :)

BP- you are a criminal!!
CP- awww... :)

BP - yeah babe happy new year!
CP- saaaaiiimmmeee to yaauuu!!

hang on something doesn't seem quite right here!
What the heck! have a good one then! :) :)