Category: Nonsense

O see, a cup of tea

Ow! I got stung by a bee

Somehow I ended up by the sea

It’s not water, but an ocean of ghee

All of a sudden it turns into 2D

I am strolling in the 2D world, carefree

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“A little laugh doesn’t kill any one”

5 am, the beach, the dance

“It’s a weird life, but it’s where I’m at right now” – Nick Miller, New Girl S2E4

“You can go to my funeral but you can’t talk. My funeral is my time to shine” – Nick Miller, New Girl Season 1: Injured

10 am, finish some homework if you get a chance

“I don’t even have a ‘pla.’” – Phoebe Buffay, Friends S1E4

“If my eyes were a camera, my mind, a half-opened book, and my ears free of wax so that I can listen lol” – Anshu

2 pm, don’t be stupid and fall in love at a first glance

“… after that I am on god’s good humor” – Jack Dawson, Titanic

“What’s wrong with me? Ooh, don’t open that door. ” -Chandler Bing

11 pm, on bed, I am dreaming about France

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There is nothing to be found, as there is nothing lost

There is nothing to be fixed, as there is nothing broken

There is no happiness, as there is no sadness.

There is no heaven, as there is no hell

I hope I don’t hope for anything, as I have everything.

I hoped not to hope, but I am still hoping

I am madly in love again
Smile, laughter, cry
Which I can all do
Spring
This time
This feeling
Feeling of feeling
This revolt that I have within me,
against me, for me
I am and everything is
I am not how all this is nothing
people, their smile through mask
People I know, but also people I have not met and probably will never meet
Cats, I have been having a love affair with cats nowadays
Ideas that create somewhere
Ideas that have courage to ignite awareness and change the world
Suddenly I hear voices in my head
They are calling me weird
I am refusing to be my trueself
And I stop and I lost
Now I just love things approved to be loved by the world
I have lost the revolt

i am among the trees today
the air i am breathing is full of mist
wet
as if the oxygen itself is liquid here
my eyes are green feels rough
real
i push the tree branches trying to clear my path
they are all over me
they are making every excuse to touch me
did they miss me
or did i miss them
it doesn’t matter
all the dew falling over my skin
this place is taking over me
it is winning me
it is showing me its pride of winning
show off
making me joyous
making me dance without any shame
the wet soil in between my toes yet i feel like i am flying like a bird
like the vibrant bird that just flew by me
where are you going
take me with you
introduce me to your kids
make me your family

let me live here
forever
teach me to be strong like your trunks
soft like your flowers
light like your leaves
teach me to be like you
to let go how you let go your leaves when the time comes
to welcome new bud as it comes
make me a tree
can i be a tree

i am not sad
i am looking inside
inside honestly
maybe the trueself
can i even ever

oh mother nature
i feel like i can communicate with you
feels like you can sense my presence

slowly i am fading into this forest
it feel like i live among these tress now
i am home to the immigrant birds
oh the beautiful hatchlings
i shall babysit
your mother is bringing food

my ears ringing
did the mother bird arrive?
no
my ears ringing
oh stop
the mist in the air is dissappering
oh no the stale air
did the mother bird arrive
i have to babysit
i can’t leave
oh stop
my ears ringing
my ears ringing
the dews left my skin

my eyes are blasted with colors
they are causing strain
oh
i am still on a tree but a different form
she has lost her soul
she is dead
i am on top of her exactly like her
do i feel her more
or does she feel me more
did i kill her

i will always be among trees
just different forms
just alive or dead

i am among trees today 

Why ask? Why say? If the words are meant to be ingored.

I am like government, for the people, by the people, not owned by anyone.

A passing sign where some put flowers and where some choose to spit.

Can’t close the all the mouths that choose to spit.

I have two legs I guess I will move.

Moving is what I suppose to be doing in the first place.

But I am the worst traveler.

Who cries before leaving every checkpoint.

Who gets attached to guests who are never meant to stay.

As the guests are traveler themselves

All this is nothing, but a mind crap

To which I separated 30 mins to squeeze out of my mind

To unwind and feel fine.

-A