Officially a Cosmopolitan..!

Cosmopolitan - Free from limitations, of all parts of the world. Thats what the dictionary says.

Cosmopolitan - The world famous Ladies drink made from 2 parts vodka + 1 part Cointreau part cranberry juice + a hint of dipped lime for flavor, served generally in a chilled Martini Glass.

Away from usual.

Away from routine.

Away from Thought.

Away from dream.

Away from Loss.

Away from regret.

I Tried to get...away from request.

A new place.A fresh aroma.

A natural change.A place as a part of this very world.

Carrying a stack full of pain,worry,contempt and regret,

I set out to find not peace but forget.

Whats in store not known to me.

What could be not done by me.

Whats right .

and whats wrong.

Whats required of me and my song.

Pressure tension Stress and force. Seem like physics but i've encountered in due course.

Blame I will , the Life i've lead.

Blame I will not the fact I could've bled.

Its all in your hand is what is said.

Its all in the head is what I dread.

To survive is needed only endurance and strength.

To live is needed more love and content.

Required to Survive.Reluctant to live.

I leave . I leave the first chance I get.

To Get hold of me.The me.. who was lost here in fret.

Blue sky.clear sky.Bright sunshine and a long cozy drive.

It was a sign of good. Good I hoped would sooner or later come.

Destination reached.

Distance covered.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I was free! free at last . To "not" think.To "not" conclude.To "not" reason.

Impulse was such independence I could'nt handle at first.

Do whatever . Be whatever was the name of the game.

A complete 180 degrees phase shift.

This was bliss.Bliss well deserved.

Company matters .Whether its lovely doting bro or a shockingly surprising friend.

Possesion is what is security.Accepting it, maturity.

Need for speed.A way of letting go.

Need for flight.A way of staying pro.
Speed on the road.Very well maintained.

Flight in the head. Left to go insane.

Breezing away on a cold rainy night.

A Zen wizzing past a yellow man fine.

Stopped for question.Called for offence.

We pay and leave.subduing our defence.

Food they say is the reason we survive.

Drink I say is the reason we live.

Water or cosmo its upto u.

Drink it or dream it.The choice could make you blue.

Fa'h'itaz n pastas could'nt make up for the stuff.

The body sed yes.The head sensed bluff.

All in the all they manage to get in.

Running through the viens.

Washing away the pains.

Up above the world so high.

'13th floor' seemed like a mountain below the sky.

The city rushed home.The lights lit chrome.

Time flew by.As the angel passed by.
Mojito.Cosmo.Savel.Stood togeda.

Man to man.lifting us, brother.

Focus fucked up.Senses shook up.

Walk I did.

A little restrospectfully, that is.

No puke.No gibberish. It went down fine.

Came no confession.

Out was no crime.

but I still felt, like I was flying.

Was a trip to the world of NO Sense. Away from NON SENSE.

Tasted like freedom.

Wasted for no reason.

Change is wat ppl categorise it as.

Revelation I think will b my stand.

A need ? no.

A want ? yes.

A request ? no.

An order ? yes.

Blunt.Is the way things penetrate hard.

Explanation is needed not.

Now or ever.

Experience teaches you all.

Cant expect the unexpected can you?

why bother calculate and instrospect.?

Back to hell with a heavenly experience.

Back to the freaking chaos and issue.

But atleast I'm back sane enough to make out the difference.

One complete Revolution.

But,

Will say that,

It takes a whole round trip to realise the difference between Departure and Arrival.