Rests ...

Reeks …

The world is my ashtray;
Just for relief as I bray.

Rots …

Absurd may be this link mean to you,
I am still happy as it means something to you;
Rusted, old and weak this chain may be,
But nobody can break it except you and me....

Rackets …

Night has come with desires nameless and many,
She narrates a hundred woes; I listen to her epiphany;
Night untwined, unabashed stripped her cloak,
Pearls scattered as it were; am naked still as I pick.

Some spells in words as she chants;
Alit in my eyes many a lamps,
Some spells in words, you please chant;
But before you could, night has poured out.

Riles …

Ever would I have got real busy;
Ever would if my enigma came easy,
Ever would I consider any one ally;
Never would if my psyche was queasy.

Relegates …

My meaningless prattles were inscribed on flowers
Melting that same history garden in a book of verse
Dedicated to your sweet name
To accompany you in sad lonely hours
Who knew if today,
I By fortunes foul game
Find the hard earth under me
And yourself nowhere!
Our close sitting and silent conversation,
My songs and your smiles,
All were to be left with that moment
Some few wrecks of ecstasy.

Routines …

What did happen, what was the fuss?
I don’t think I gained, but was that a loss?
I used to cry unable to take even an emotional toss,
And yet I am fine when arrows passed my heart across.

Remorses …

I never was or never will be loyal and dependable;
When I say I am going to something – it seldom gets done;
But the oratory attained filled with hopes brings the craze,
Those promises may be lies but the feelings never gone.

Retakes …

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Crossroad Bridge
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there.

Remnants …

Excited by the brisk winds, symphony of the mind emerged;
Abstaining from fame and luxury a melody it urged;
One being infinite and the other, in heart, it converged;
With songs of rejoice, the world it submerged,

Pessimistic optimism

Optimism, generally defined as favorable hopeful disposition to expect the best. Largely misunderstood, may be also by me, to the onomastic scholars' grief more or less yet this word too has become user defined. Anyways, people take sides of optimism and pessimism. From where I see this is nothing except two parallel lines.
Optimism - prepare for the worst, hope for the best, don't lose faith

Well it was astonishing for me initially as why people say about pessimism a lot, though they want the same things as me in almost the same manner. May be pessimism is not about being heart broken in the end if things don't turn up as expected. So I guess -
Pessimism - prepare your best, hope for the worst, don't have faith

Well it is a matter of strength and may be experience. If you have the energy to survive a blow then be optimistic. And if you don't then keep expecting the blow; if you are hit - it is not a surprise and if you aren't hit - you are more happy. Well it is quite twisted. May be because you had bad experiences in the past.
But Hello All the Pessimists - don't you people like to be more happy for which you say yourself pessimistic? Well some can dance and some can sing - some can apparently play with themselves. No offense dear peoples. It is the hope of happiness that makes us optimistic always and not the state we keep ourselves. Language isn't the tool to communicate with self, I guess. :D

And the reflection

Light travels at 300,000 kilometers per second. This took time.

There are ways to know a tree’s age. You cut it somewhere in the trunk and count the number of rings on the cross-sectional area. The number of rings tells the age; but unfortunately the tree dies. I am 23 years old and still alive; hopefully due to wishes of my friends and family. Thanks to all of them, I am immortal and alive at pleasure now.

Damnably I am sealed that we people learn with age. We, technically gain experience. And things aren’t always reckoned to have a purpose or meaning irrespective of the fact that those experiences, optimistically coined as causes due to mistakes mostly, have unbelievably harmonious effects. Not on so much of sarcastic note, experiences never go wrong when learned properly. But to heck with it. To err is human or rather to human is to err. And the recursive compulsive obsessive disorder goes on in a vicious cycle.

Denying on face is rude. So we just say – No but thanks. It becomes pretty clear that you are needed to get lost when you aren’t buzzed in. But we people fail to understand that the dupe is clarified now.

Apparently there is always a difference between meaning and saying. And we say friends are for ever. Anyways, bad things do happen and everything can’t be recaptured. Agreed. And it is not fair to load on all the responsibilities on one side; it takes two hands to clap. But recapturing the moments isn’t always the purpose. If we fail to learn that, then why should we shoo away people? We all know the reason. Whatever may be the case we are doomed to be hypocrites – it is a game of Language I guess.

Anyways, we accept everything and try to move on except that I deliberately excluded the word love which always plays the spoilsport being the sticky bomb.

I always had the desire of attention.