The third sense

ittech By ittech, 18th Feb 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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You are my heart and the heart bit and how can I forget you, my habit of living is like this and now am living like this and still searching for you.

The morning

The morning should comes to beneath and should flows its light to its umpteenth imaginations and should open the door of opportunities and should make life the visible and most dramatic to be sought for and to be get down with.

My heart felt for it, where is the boundary of it and it seems you are within me and where is the shadows and here are you and it feels that myself is the sky and you are in the earth and it feels you should come and feel it the resonance is being the within and it is being utmost altitude approximate equivocal.

The music is being felt within and it is resonating to its optimum core and altitude, it seems I have been into this and it feels that every where I have seen it seem you are everywhere and what is the bond between me and you and you can not know what I have been feeling and how my heart is feeling for you and without you how it is being surplus alone and it seems it is searching for you all along and it is till in the search for you and it is waiting for the morning to come and hold me. The feeling is al around and it does still not know what is all about it.

The symphonic transition and the mutual coordination is being truth fully is bumped into the mind and it is slowly correlating the entire procedural aspects of this. The mind is still crying and the heart is feeling for it. I am still searching for all these phenomena and the transit effects still knowing nothing but the actual innocence and the brilliant proposition I still lurking in my and the heart.

Still we are separated and still we are still being connected , still in the mind and thoughts you are reaching to me and still we are free and separated but the connection is still making the worse. Still I am living without you, but the connecting factor and the force is making me till thinking about you. My breathing is slowly slowing down and my habit is becoming like this and my life style has become so much so that still am thinking about you and still my small life is beyond with you And it made me cry and you are reaching to me within the cry of me. The slowly music pierced me into deep within and making me uncomfortable within.

It feels that you are with me always within and even in the sunlight and in the sun set you are with me. You are my heart and the heart bit and how can I forget you, my habit of living is like this and now am living like this and still searching for you. It does not feel to me that we are separated.
This may be the swan song but still am within you thought you are far beyond, may be my habit is now converting to me to make me feel the same way. The thoughts and the feeling and the thoughts of ours have now becomes thorns and those are within me and now it is piercing all over my body and it is expressing and now it has become my life and ma living with it. I am not feeling the thorn these are becoming the roses in my gardens can I sustain; my habit is slowly becoming into some nightmares for others but still am connecting with it.

I have seen you and had been with you but still the thoughts can not be describable, should I say some thing or can not as still searching for the words. If I would say that you are the most beautiful in the entire universe still you are not feeling anything. You are looking into yours beauty and falling deep within it and yours hair still remembering me the wide sense of gratitude we both have under the moon, the beauty of yours. If I would say that was my happiest moment in my life still this praise is only minimal one sand of a deep ocean. You see it a story beyond nothing more to it and the story of ours has been becoming one voyage may be deep in the past but still that is my present. You are my the fellow traveler and been goddess to me, though I know I have lost you but still am speech less , as I cannot say mroe3 than these words , have been speech less or losing my sound but still amusing you well within my past and that is becoming my present and am holding it and will not let it bury inside the deep dark past. I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the morning. I wake up every morning at nine and grab for the morning paper. Then I look at the obituary page. If my name is not on it, I get up. Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it.

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author avatar johnnydod
18th Feb 2012 (#)

Nice piece of writing itech

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author avatar Buzz
19th Feb 2012 (#)

Wonderful write, ittech. Thanks.

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author avatar Sheila Newton
19th Feb 2012 (#)

Oh, I love it when you write such pieces straight from the heart, Ittech. I hope it isn't your swan song.

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author avatar Delicia Powers
21st Feb 2012 (#)

Very powerful and heartfelt, quite beautiful my friend ittech...

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author avatar Ivyevelyn, R.S.A.
24th Feb 2012 (#)

You mourn and mourn for her. Your poem describes your pain.
You portray a man with a broken heart so well.

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author avatar sobia ikram
24th Feb 2012 (#)

awsome have no words wel stated ittech :)

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author avatar Retired
6th Mar 2012 (#)

I hope this outpouring of your heart brought you some peace friend.

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