Hey Mate!
Can I ask you a question...
When you leave something bad behind long ago ;yet you keep coming back in some way or the other... what is it that keeps you doing that?
When you hear words that you have heard before, what is it that makes you feel it is a sign.
When you walk away once and forever, what can make you look back in times of sadness and mirth alike?
Thursday 14 February 2008
Monday 4 February 2008
Love comes at a cost...
It really does.
You gotta decide how much and how long you should be the one paying.
I don't want to feel hurt anymore.
I don't want to wait always.
I don't want to weep ever again.
I don't like your words.
I don't like your sly smile.
I don't like the way you treat your parents, friends
I don't think you know what you are.
I don't think you know where you're going.
I don't think I'll ever hold your hand to say ' You'll always have me...'
I am simple, tough ,warm hearted and fun loving.
I am decissive and patient.
I am a self believer, strong and subtle yet I don't destroy Life around me.
I want to be free again.
I want to heal completely and fall in love again.
I want Mom to be happy because I am her only Joy!
I hate your indifference.
I hate your petty illiteracy, your conceited sense of evolution.
I hate you...
Bye... Forever.
You gotta decide how much and how long you should be the one paying.
I don't want to feel hurt anymore.
I don't want to wait always.
I don't want to weep ever again.
I don't like your words.
I don't like your sly smile.
I don't like the way you treat your parents, friends
I don't think you know what you are.
I don't think you know where you're going.
I don't think I'll ever hold your hand to say ' You'll always have me...'
I am simple, tough ,warm hearted and fun loving.
I am decissive and patient.
I am a self believer, strong and subtle yet I don't destroy Life around me.
I want to be free again.
I want to heal completely and fall in love again.
I want Mom to be happy because I am her only Joy!
I hate your indifference.
I hate your petty illiteracy, your conceited sense of evolution.
I hate you...
Bye... Forever.
Many Times...Over!
Can't think of a title now...
I feel this nubile sense of energy and it is so surprising... the cycle has started all over again.
Am back home, torn apart between individuals I love and care for immensely. Some silently wish that I would be back, some confess to feeling vacuum-ated within, some never cared ever, some hurt the living tear glands out of me for years, some cannot accept I am not lucky all the time but nevertheless remain unhurt-always a winner, some have been longing to just run across to my room to see me sleep peacefully with a smile... some will never understand why I did all of this...why I keep turning the cycle of Life and Faith over again, Many Times Over... (now that's going to be the 'title')
I lived alone most of these 5 years through phases that have moulded my life. Sometimes, I wept because I was alone but most of the times because I will not be alone all my life... and that's what I wanted so bad... To be able to Rule my Life, to sit and dream up plans of un-deniably highs - to be able to listen to music from the 4th floor balcony till 4 in the morning and sleep with only the lullying sound of my own breath heavy with the abuse story.
I was never sad... though heart-broken at times. I was never afraid, though the scary shadows reminded me that the night was setting in. And then the sweet high,racy beat of Absolute Power... power to will myself - Can anything ever stop me? Nah...!
God! Is this me, really? On second thoughts, 'always have been this way.
Chakde Fatte!
I feel this nubile sense of energy and it is so surprising... the cycle has started all over again.
Am back home, torn apart between individuals I love and care for immensely. Some silently wish that I would be back, some confess to feeling vacuum-ated within, some never cared ever, some hurt the living tear glands out of me for years, some cannot accept I am not lucky all the time but nevertheless remain unhurt-always a winner, some have been longing to just run across to my room to see me sleep peacefully with a smile... some will never understand why I did all of this...why I keep turning the cycle of Life and Faith over again, Many Times Over... (now that's going to be the 'title')
I lived alone most of these 5 years through phases that have moulded my life. Sometimes, I wept because I was alone but most of the times because I will not be alone all my life... and that's what I wanted so bad... To be able to Rule my Life, to sit and dream up plans of un-deniably highs - to be able to listen to music from the 4th floor balcony till 4 in the morning and sleep with only the lullying sound of my own breath heavy with the abuse story.
Call me crazy because that's the bloody truth and will always be... :-)
I was never sad... though heart-broken at times. I was never afraid, though the scary shadows reminded me that the night was setting in. And then the sweet high,racy beat of Absolute Power... power to will myself - Can anything ever stop me? Nah...!
God! Is this me, really? On second thoughts, 'always have been this way.
Chakde Fatte!
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