Soft Goodbye

Fly away, you free bird,

Soar away and live thy dreams.

To me you'll always be here, forever.

Little do you know I'm so filled with you,

Little do you know what you gave me.

A year and some more, hell was it so short?

Time is a funny thing,

You can keep it as much as you want.

Thanks I owe you, and thanks I can't say.

Words you wanted, words I never had.

Forgive my act, it was selfish -

All this struggle to keep you for me.

It was a pleasant dream till it lasted.

Blown to bits now, but it still lives in me.

I live it everyday, in my own prison.

Fly away oh friend, live this bliss.

I thank you for showing me life.

Goodbye my friend, I need to leave now,

If ever you shall feel the need

Just whisper my name, close thy eyes,

Fear not, I'm right besides you, like nevergone.

And if hope is what we all live by,

Then let me say this,

Just maybe, maybe we'll live again.

Maybe.

Miscommunication

It's funny when hatred gets mis-communicated, especially when you throw some words at people you detest are wrongly caught by someone you love so dearly and then the person you love ends up detesting you for the rest of her life; and the ones you hate, never even realize that the shit's being thrown at them!

Imagine yourself screaming at top of your voice and for all you know the screams are just in your head as they've put a gag in your fuckin' mouth and there's no way you can speak!

Degradation Trip

With every loss I realized the value of my possessions. Then I also realized, the lesser the possessions, the lesser the fear of loss. Will I, won't I?

Wake Up Or Stay Asleep. Who Cares!

Yesterday is a perception, tomorrow is an illusion, today is showtime.

Peace Of Shit

If money were to buy you peace of mind then I'd fucking rob you bitch; but we ain't gonna get that shit cause it never existed; no one's bought it cause no one's sold it. So lets start robbing anyway.

Frankly Speaking...

It's quite difficult to interpret people. The main reason being in the process of communication, either we keep judging the other person or the other person keeps judging us and normally both of us are judging each other. Therefore the words become only as important as the person before us. The words only affect us to the extent of the person's importance to us, not necessarily in our entire life, but at that very moment in our life. Let us accept that we all are selfish self-centered bastards finally, we have our egos bigger than the Himalayas and many-a-times going far beyond the fucking universe. Many will disagree, I will disagree to this most of the times and go on to claim that I have no ego issues whatsoever, but today I intend to be absolutely frank to myself; had it not been for my monstrous ego, I wouldn't have been sitting here feeling hurt and depressed, I wouldn't have been feeling defeated. But the feeling goes away in time when we wake up to the fact that fuck the bruised ego, you have to let it die for now, grow a new one and start a new life with the same. So as the time goes by we learn to lay the dejection to rest and start constructing a new form which we keep thinking will be impeccable this time and which can just never be shaken; thus the ego is resurrected and we are ready to get hurt again.

Untill You Wake Up & Smell The Coffee

Strangers now, we tread away
Falling and growing in our separate ways
Not long ago our worlds were same
The roads we walked on
Had a different name
Yes, several holes and rocks prevailed
But the roads then were beautiful to me

Then gush of wind we never saw
That friendly hand cursed us all
My screams and shouts you never heard
May be you were deafened by her curse
It blinds you even today
While she wraps you in her arms,
Oh see me, I'm blowing away

Now I am on that road again
Remembering all of yesterday
Oh I tripped upon that stone
The one I'd tripped upon sometime ago
But sometime back you were the hand,
That helped me up and rise again

Now as I get up and walk again
I see these cracks all getting bold
The stones now have grown up to be boulders
One of them might slip to crumble me, crush me
Then I stand and laugh out loud
Look at the landslide and I stand there proud
The end has gone, now there is no harm
Life now gone, nothing to cry
What once dead, it don't die

Black

Endless gaze in the starless sky
Wondering where they've gone tonight
In a dark while
I see the shine
The possessive hand then grips the mind
"Oh mom please release this blind"

Countless screams
Shut ears
An eternal struggle to make them hear
"There you go son", finally she says
Opened my eyes, but a bit too late
Light is gone and it's black again.

Bosh

It doesn't hurt being yourself. It just kills.