Friday, April 17, 2009
Am sad...sad like butterflies pinned to a cardboard box..sad like a book with torn pages..sad like ocean shores empty of bathers..This trauma is colder than life..But then where would it end..! This rupture brought by your knife of loving sins...precocious with life..., Yet so internally lost within..your hate seeps eternally on a akin veil of skin..Where would i go with all these yet to live alone..! through a verdant forest i wander aimlessly...Once i had so many by my side..but now i feel them linger elsewhere...well am listening to the pitter patter of the rain..alone in the middle of my way..My o"l heart begins to feel the pain..Of missing you with all my might..! But nobody eben my shadow is there to share my ecstasy of pain..! standing out in the rain alone..trying to wash away all the pain...drowning in the sorrows of yester years.. hiding from my night mares and fears..the rain just gets harder and harder..!
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Life is tough It takes up a lot of your time.
all your weekends, And what do you get at the end of it??
..............Death, a great reward??
I think the life cycle is all backwards.
You should die first, get it out of the way.
Then you should live for 20 years in the old age home.
You get kicked out when you are too young,
You get a gold watch , you go to work.
You work for 40 years, until you're Young enough to enjoy your retirement.
You go to college, you party untill you're ready for highschool,
You become a little kid, You play, You have no responsibilities,
You become a little boy or girl, you go back into the womb
. You spend your last nine months floating,
And you finish off as a gleam in someone's eyes.