One night with that blue sky

Heavy summer breeze,a very aberrant ingredient for course.Though
The night had fallen, the parched clouds pummel the sky with their unworthy stripes.
The night had fallen, but still my tones are unread from the notes.
The night had fallen, but still my words are archived without letters.

If I din't  infringe the corridors of betrayal.Then
Why should i get charged with  the bars of solitude.
The morning was fine with light blue roof and with relational proofs.
As it prolonged, the increasing heat made me impermeable to the departing sweat.

Mid-Day came with no similar frame,With
A ray full of light embroidered with friendless faith.
I reached the shades,annoyed of the screams and strange heat.
Polluted breeze made my brows to be active always.

Its nowhere in the middle to deploy a retreat.
They were everywhere spreading the constant scream in all ways.
The wind became settled making it odd for a discrete me.Though
I wasn't aware of a fine dormer that will open in this evening.

A source of blue beacon - like object wiped my sweat with a silk.
I felt innocuous when I walked near the source,
Forgetting that the pain of its absence will be worse.
Pleasant rays of friendly light was really a pleasure in the evening

Bad light enclosed the dormer's doors.Clever cloud men
Marching towards the reddish base of the sky port.
Soldiers of mine where stammering without a fort.
Darkness grew as the source getting hidden.

Heavy summer breeze, a very aberrant ingredient for course.Though
The night had fallen,I still have the growing moon beneath the parched clouds.
The night had fallen, but I my tone was heard screening the morning notes.
The night had fallen, but my words got sculptured with that evening source.

The Bright Sun and the Black shadow

May be I was irregular with the previous scheduled story "On the Way form Normandy" but this time I am too sure that I wont let out the words before everything is done (which I always Do =) )
Even though this blog and its contents are confined to the knowledge of some little  followers I still hope to proceed with a new story which is going to be a series kinda representation towards my cute little followers.
For a long time in my life I had some literal blockages surrounding my selves but this particular creation is a break off to that blockage from my mind and to give out physiological solutions by raising scientific questions.
For those who really want to share their minds with my creation I assure you that this particular stuff has the  best content you have ever seen in me.
To you guys I really wanna ask u one question
"Have any one thought till now why that bright sun causes a black shadow ?"
Thanks a lot and go on ...

Prologue  
He was walking through those highly grassed lane.It was fully surrounded by trees and pale green shrubs where it made a paradise for a flock of birds which were busy distributing themselves among the various trees.His thoughts were clean particularly at that stroke of time.That moment closed the entries of several vendors who were bargaining with his mind.He still can get the glimpse of that event which made him oscillate between a scientific hunger and physicological thirst.
He was confused by the theoretical uprising inside himself whether this may be a highlight of things that are happening around him, or the portray of his half broken dreams , or its all about his foolish imagination which is going on inside him self ??
He heard a sound from his distant past "You are not the real one who deserves this!","Will you please desert this particular place","Your the reason for every single loss".
Things change so frequently in our lives,and through those things our life find its own way, He too was a common human being who lived in our society but no more.
These thoughts and things isolate him from the common human society, very well said by the famous mathematician and his former friend Dr.Richards.
This morning before entering that prestigious institution which contained that great genius,He was mentally subsided by thinking  the facts the doctor stated about him."Your not a common man with sparse analytical capacity and pungent reasoning ability,On the other hand this world is awaiting for a Saviour like you.Your no man.".
This little garden ,2 km walkable from the Massachusetts  Institute of Technology , through those clean roads shaved by some sophisticated cars, is a paradise not only for those flocks but a Saviour for his Mind's beloved blocks.With silent approach Richard leg's touched those fresh little grass."The genius who proved butterfly effect should not be sitting down sighting at those silly butterflies "
Richards lifted him and took his hands and shaked it "You can do it come along "

Chaotic solitude

Discordant  moments, Wind through the chimes Hanging outside my door. A chanced melody Which disturbs the ear And confuses the heart. Two drops of rain Hasten to leaf's end, Etching watery trails Converge then separate To paint a portrait Of chaotic solitude. Life, the wordless poem, Rhymes with nothing, Obscure in meaning With no beginning And no ending But flowers to infinity.

On the Way From Normandy ....

An ancient classic fiction about a painter in Northern Normandy.

Guys its one of my earliest short story which am turning into a small novel which is going to posted as a sequel .Read this and please give out your suggestions about this work.

Characters :

1.Louis gilbert

2.Adeline

3.pascals

4.Theodore

5.Professor Xavier

6.Anne chasel

7.Raymond husley

8.Josephin Averil

9.Caroline

10.Vincent

11.Surgeon Vance and so on .

The plot starts during the period of THE BATTLE OF HASTINGS , the most renowned battle of normandy in the year 1066, and it explains and unfolds several mysteries which were going on that period , more the mystery extends till 1945 .

Where your seat belts as the journey starts from 1066 to 1945.

879 years of mystery,history and romance . The plot waits till the second world war where the story ends.

And At Last It Was You

Even the wind would walk off, while I was through the meadows.

Nothing kept along except my shadows.

Even the birds would flock off, while I was through the woods.

People were perfect on me moving their weightless goods.

Even the water would back off, while I was through the river.

At that time my heart was like a unipetaled flower.

It was so weird to hear me that dull.

Experts used to say that all was well.

It was a place where everything will fail.

Tears and tiredness were the two that would sail.

It still hurts when I think of those moments.

But they were blurred by some beautiful comments.

The comments that held me high,

The comments that made me fly,

The comments that cared a lot,

The comments that spindled my heart,

The comments that gave me a back-up,

The comments that made me to wake-up,

The comments that carried me away,

The comments that varied my survey.

Its was new to feel my tune bright.

High in the air in a fastest flight.

No more words for thanking you,

Who made me clean like a morning dew.

I know its all because of a single pearl,

Making my mind in a rapid whirl.

Am not sure that I deserve it or not.

But I have things to pay you a lot.

Maybe a saturated rain of thanking words.

For a person who filled me with colorful birds.

Placing me down I had sent off a valuable few.

But bringing me up and at last it was you....

A portrait of a half broken dreamer