Expectations are like the worst diseases...
You suffer from an even more painful relapse every time you think you've recovered completely...
Friday, August 15, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Friendship
It remains a question mark,
The cloud just ceases to lift...
The surroundings continue to be dark,
The dilemma of friendship does not drift...
You can talk to someone,
Feel better at times...
You only realize when you're done,
The talks were just as worthy as mimes...
You can be made to feel wanted,
Even get a little bit of care...
Yet you end up being haunted,
Cause even that is in return of a fare...
You can recount all your happiest moments,
Relate them all to it...
But when you recall all the sad deterrents,
Friendship again seems to have done it's bit...
You can call it a revelation,
It may make you happy and complete...
Then it also fills you with expectation,
Friendship as a definition continues to be obsolete....
The cloud just ceases to lift...
The surroundings continue to be dark,
The dilemma of friendship does not drift...
You can talk to someone,
Feel better at times...
You only realize when you're done,
The talks were just as worthy as mimes...
You can be made to feel wanted,
Even get a little bit of care...
Yet you end up being haunted,
Cause even that is in return of a fare...
You can recount all your happiest moments,
Relate them all to it...
But when you recall all the sad deterrents,
Friendship again seems to have done it's bit...
You can call it a revelation,
It may make you happy and complete...
Then it also fills you with expectation,
Friendship as a definition continues to be obsolete....
Labels:
Poetry
Friday, August 8, 2008
Deserted..
I'm standing in the middle of this desert, searching for any sign of life, all hope that I ever had, being thwarted by the dusty wind very very slowly, an inch at a time. It's as though nature is playing a game, enjoying to see me being helpless so much that she's vowed to make me more and more helpless with every passing second. I search all around, looking for a sip of water to quench my ever growing thirst, that slowly rises to a new level, and finally gives way to fear.
I want to drink water and give a new lease to my thirsty throat, I want to breathe fresh air that isn't impregnated with sand, I want to talk to someone and find a companion for my journey, yet I'm doomed it seems to the loneliness of this desert, the thirst of my desire not meant to be quenched, no oasis to be found anywhere on the horizon, and I'm overcome by fear.
The fear of dying here, in the middle of this huge desert, inconspicuous to the entire world, ready to be lost within the arms of the desert, just another ordinary lonely grain of sand with the thought of a mirage of expectations, that ceases to exist.
Labels:
Random
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Loneliness
Loneliness is the stigma that catches you with a million maladies to pour out, but bereft the audience of a single listener....
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Quotation
Monday, June 23, 2008
The Realization
We tend to lose our sleep cause of a petty fight with a friend,
What about those who keep awake all night cause injury doesn't let them sleep..
When we break up with our girlfriend it seems life is comin to an end,
What about those who have rods and tubes sticking out of every part of their body and a hundred machines beep..
Tears pour out of our eyes when with our near ones we don't blend,
What about those whose pain is so immense that they have no option but to weep..
We can be mindless of others or care for those whom we intend,
What about those moments when our eyes moisten for people we don't know and yet the feeling of pain runs so deep...
What about those who keep awake all night cause injury doesn't let them sleep..
When we break up with our girlfriend it seems life is comin to an end,
What about those who have rods and tubes sticking out of every part of their body and a hundred machines beep..
Tears pour out of our eyes when with our near ones we don't blend,
What about those whose pain is so immense that they have no option but to weep..
We can be mindless of others or care for those whom we intend,
What about those moments when our eyes moisten for people we don't know and yet the feeling of pain runs so deep...
Labels:
Poetry
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Friendship
Every other friendship that exists in this world is just another cliche.. It exists so that the formality does not cease to exist...
Labels:
Quotation
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Pity is...
Pity is...
When you share your joys and sorrows with someone but get only a hollow response,
Pity is...
When you care for someone so much that you could give your life but only get misconceptions in return,
Pity is...
When everything you ever said is made to stand up against you as if it were the biggest lies of your life,
Pity is...
When every feeling you ever had is a betrayal to your own soul,
Pity is...
When you love someone so much and that person just fails to understand what love is all about,
Pity is...
When in a moment your fantasy comes crashing down and despite all your protection you are unable to save it,
Pity is...
When your life is a desert and every oasis is just another mirage.....
When you share your joys and sorrows with someone but get only a hollow response,
Pity is...
When you care for someone so much that you could give your life but only get misconceptions in return,
Pity is...
When everything you ever said is made to stand up against you as if it were the biggest lies of your life,
Pity is...
When every feeling you ever had is a betrayal to your own soul,
Pity is...
When you love someone so much and that person just fails to understand what love is all about,
Pity is...
When in a moment your fantasy comes crashing down and despite all your protection you are unable to save it,
Pity is...
When your life is a desert and every oasis is just another mirage.....
Labels:
Poetry
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Me
I'm a person n i'm known by my deeds,
but in death it's of misdeeds that my life bleeds...
I'm a writer n i'm using my pen with vigour n rage,
but even when the ink finishes all i've managed is a fresh page...
I'm a bird n i'm flapping my wings at a speed that's too fast to gauge,
but when i tire off i realize i'm bound in a cage...
I'm a painting n i'm full of every colourful hue,
but when the artist finishes he just wants to paint me anew...
I'm a dream n i'm living to give you hope,
but when you wake up you want to tie me to a rope...
I'm not a person n i'm not one at all,
but i'm just a shadow..a silhouette by the wall......
but in death it's of misdeeds that my life bleeds...
I'm a writer n i'm using my pen with vigour n rage,
but even when the ink finishes all i've managed is a fresh page...
I'm a bird n i'm flapping my wings at a speed that's too fast to gauge,
but when i tire off i realize i'm bound in a cage...
I'm a painting n i'm full of every colourful hue,
but when the artist finishes he just wants to paint me anew...
I'm a dream n i'm living to give you hope,
but when you wake up you want to tie me to a rope...
I'm not a person n i'm not one at all,
but i'm just a shadow..a silhouette by the wall......
Labels:
Poetry
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
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