The RED Machine!

If all goes wrong,
Then are not so far times,
When the same goes right.
Time flies making the babies cry,
but for a man tears bring down the fire of RED machine!
Yes the one on left side,
the same that's always right!
Happiness is its fuel and you are its life!
I guess,
That is why they say that Love is a drug!
People can move so they part their ways,
It remains on its place trying to adapt the new sources of pain,
It gets used to get over the same,
again some move, some called fools stick at the same place!
Meanwhile Sometimes it never lets you to be the same!
Some creatures idiot, some creature mean,
Whichs not there quality,
Its there new social name.
Actually,
Its always there way to deal the pain.
Thats the significance of RED MACHINE,
Farthest from mechanics,
Which never lets you to be the same!

 

Things keep moving and the life never stops, but we can never be this. I guess most of the time we are not, because we don't want to! Just for sake of out hearts, happiness, satisfaction we ted to trust people. And what happens most is the person who needs other the most is hurt the most, Making him more pitiable. But  thank GOD the Threshold exist ! I don't remember what movie could be made from my life when I wrote these rhymes. But On Recovery of every Relapse, I find it relevant to me. Every  time rising up believing in winters to bring the spring, I hope it to the saturation point, but its not. Maybe because if it  is then the adventure will vanish. And It would be more miserable. My Red machine has landed me in troubles a lot of time, embarrassment of getting bullied in the bus lines, to walking by hiding my face in the corridors! "Ahh! The Woodstock times, Foundation of   the way I living this life, I can say" 

 Crossing by the satellite, following her, wanted to get noticed. Saying cheesy stuff, repeating the things she like to talk about,teasing her like a small kid. Caressing her twist ankle, by getting down on my knees on a public road.

  Using the network I hated, changing my choices. Ignoring the friends I miss today, for a chap like me It was something next to impossible then. Keeping her apart the other things to, standing on rail, moving second before train, trying stoppies with injured shoulder, busting an night before exam to posing drunk on fort's cliff bouandary,Everything . Infact, from, Putting the melted choclate on her cheeks To the times, I Idiotically watched her Open mouth, this machine is woodstock of all my actions.

I try to avoid it and use the other one, but the peace goes missing from the soul. Even there are pains, heart breaks, but if It gets the drug. Everything is worth It made me bear.

 

Whenever I try to modulate it, It changes me back! And me being his slave, find happiness in whatever it takes. Getting A lot philospical. But  this gives it the fuel too!! Here in this place too get the fuel and the drug.

Sighing Of, Feeling light Even at 4 in the Morning, Thanks for Bearing!;)

 

Abhiram