if we saw

if what we saw, compliments what we think
i wonder why, we dont see. unless of course we dont think.
i wished people start seeing what your pal is worth
dont stretch him to that every single penny

taking a look, all requirements, expectations penned.
have you ever asked him, if its the work he could bear?
did you ask him how he felt, starting learning
from square one?

NO

well its a sunday today, lets quit abusing the blog.
maybe its the monday's blues setting in
or maybe its just those vivid recounts you have proved
or maybe in between those lines, i had a word to say
maybe you were too busy, you just gave it a miss.

painting it out, everything's fine
just take a look, at the ugly behind.

im hopelessly talented.
talented with invisible talents
i decide if they exist
i make my magic and they dont.
and i make my magic again
maybe they might come again.

humanities, math. languages and stroke of that art
music, running. that stroke of the wrist.

its hidden so you wouldnt see
you wouldnt see cauz its not meant to be

the sky is painted crimson red
that body, a strong, but fading blue.
contrasts working merrily
this is such an irony..

the deck is that noisy.
screams and shouts, musical disasters
all of that, could be a dream
if so, that migh just be cozy

cauz im standing on the sky
and drowing so high
i played on this emo-ness
i swore i could fly
silence was a scream
dreamy reality
uncontrollable stability
the motionless spinning.
that sad blank face
a smile of misery
confidence in emptiness
almost breaking into pieces

I abused the blog
on this lovely sunday.