i cant take it anymore..
i mean come on, sometimes i feel that things are changing..

but then suddenly i realise that the things are the same as they were
i mean...

what dint i do?
i mean...
i can understand the fact that 1+1 and 1+2 has difference, but even then doesnt 1+2 have any importance..

k...fine, i may not be like "them" but is that a "good" reason to to justify and point out, something that can be so hurtful...more than anything...!!




i *#)@(....for you..
thinking why..
in this bloddy god dammed world cant HAPPINESS be the "big idea" of my day...

like wtf!!!

but never mind..

i guess, someday...someday i hope you'll realise that
i "was" something..

stress on that again
i "was" something...


but then it would have been too late to do anything..
but STILL....i will run like mad..
i will..


words are just to show some f'ing sympathy..
but it doesnt work with me..

i have said this earlier too..
diatribes dont affect me..


i mean...after all that..

all i hear is..
something that i die to hear like every second...
and whatever i hear, is intended to make me 4got those minutes...
where i was thinking about "everything"...

i mean...ya everyone has reasons,
but in this case...
are they justified in my favour..


i dont mean to be selfish or something..
but reflect on it...


i cant really believe you can NEGLECT everything..
and to remind you of something...


some time ago, you only told me...
something...



something...which was the first instance of its kind..
but that day...i was not "so" shocked to guess your reasons...



From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won’t escape me
But why should I care


There’s a place so dark you can’t see the end
Skies cock back and shock that which can’t defend
The rain then sends dripping / an acidic question
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
Then with the eyes shut / looking thought the rust and rot
And dust / a small spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and its dark again



In the memory you’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up

Moving all around / screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps behind
Street lamps, chain-link and concrete
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
On down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper’s crumpled up it can’t be perfect again



In the memory you’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up

Now you got me caught in the act
You bring the thought back
I’m telling you that
I see it right through you


In the memory you’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up




i'll still
be there...



it was so mean..
how can ppl be so selfish...




but i think some decisions have to be made....and trust me or not..
they have already undergone execution..


:(
sandesh