I wish it were a song...

I wish it were a song that I could write
even though I was wrong when i knew i was right

on the precipice i stand between the fall and safety
I might think it is strong but maybe it is fright

i travel but on the steps of the wagon
i might yet ride along or just there alight

i stop and look around at the sound of the silence
i ring a bell that goes ding dong or might explode a dynamite

has it ever occured to me why i live in two worlds
why do dreams in me so throng even when the sun shines bright

maybe i am looking for something or do i seek someone
in both worlds it may not belong or is just hidden in plain sight

I wish it were a song that i could write
even though i was wrong when i knew i was right

ONLI

If u think u can do something or u cant do something u r right...

From the Black Book

All truth is half truth...All lies is also a truth...
Knowing all truth is not the whole truth...
The one who knows the whole truth knows no more...

After a long time the Author of the Black Book Chooses to come out of his reverie... so new updates from the Black Book:

Darkness and Light:

All perceive light as power and darkness as negative
but is it...? the light limits the world choosing only to
reveal what it illuminates.
Whereas darkness it reveals nothing nor does it hide
It held all that light chose to illuminate, and still holds
everything else.

THE GLASS WALL

The Glass Wall

I was born out of the blazing fires coming out as a sheet of glass
A sheet so smooth and shiny and big a cause of envy to the Gods that they made be brittle
yet i was full of hope and lustre for the days of glass had come
i looked down upon the stones on the ground and said 'huh' and thought them so little
there was a big airport where i was to be installed and i boasted all over about it
i was taken to the place and i was in awe of the magnificence of the place
it made me all the more proud for being a part of it
they had assigned my place at something they called the departure with so much grace
and when the place was opened people thronged to see it
they admired the place and were in awe like i was, they even saw me and liked me
but then those people stopped coming a different kind of people came
they had sad faces and hardly did a smile i see
they came to see off their loved once in dozens to see their dear one
all round the clock they came and there always was a gloom
i was the wall that finally separated them for unending long minutes
they looked through the tears and through me for the one last glimpse as if they could zoom
waving their hands at someone through me
they could see through but only see for everything else i stood there the glass wall
why did it have to be me to witness so much pain on both the sides
there came several kids to whom i pleaded to grab a stone and thrash me down once for all
i would rather be pieces of broken glass than stand their tall and adamant
but they would never respond never see me their eyes always on the other side of me
and today i still stand there hoping that some day a small piece of stone on me will fall
it would come through me and liberate me forever and i would lie in pieces on the
ground like small pebbles of stone and not as The Glass Wall.

OnLi...

If u have some thing to say just say it....
if not then write it....
and if u cant do both then forget it...

ONLI

All good Things come to end....
for better things to start....