Trickle down my frozen vein,
a life so trifle..
ignite a life-that needs a place to sleep again..
In free-fall plunges & in nightmarish dreams,
a mortal wishes to breathe his last again...
feel for life running back to his cliquey heart again..
Monday, February 22, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Saturday, November 28, 2009
.....
in my swim against exodus of life,
i'v seen so many faces leaving my side....
ailing dreams,they wither my nights,
i once forbid the morning retch,
for it brings their advent close to me again!
i'v seen so many faces leaving my side....
ailing dreams,they wither my nights,
i once forbid the morning retch,
for it brings their advent close to me again!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
in the company of elite's...dogma!
Reading thoughts to the writer's true viewpoint,shows u lack some of your own! !Living in such a world though keeps the sheep's safe.....but then why should each one of us wander astray?
Thursday, March 26, 2009
..sky heralds a doomsday!
.....vn did Nastradumus say v all vld b dead by?Did he say 2 sedate the pain or 2 embrace it?? ?would u blink or would u not let loose those last few seconds of eternal bliss??
I choose to live,only to rerun d massacre of my 1000 dreams-albeit aspire to live on a night...........vn bewail vld d apocalyptic sky !!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Conscious,but never by choice....
....sure,wasn't that the world was conspiring against??!
whoa...dreams were never so shattered,neither aspirations bitten to dust....hopefully not even by the loudest opera singer-transaction of dreams is a lost thought,at last-after all!
whoa...dreams were never so shattered,neither aspirations bitten to dust....hopefully not even by the loudest opera singer-transaction of dreams is a lost thought,at last-after all!
Monday, February 23, 2009
Lesson's not learnt....
Every drink that I swallow in me,makes me realise of the lessons I have neglected to learn!!Chyomera of life,sucks me out of my incumberent nascent life....a life which promises much more than any heralded outcome,but kills every stalwart steps that pumps me onto its paveway!
Dream's have an habit of dying onto people,not me....in me it slowly,very slowly shows the Emperor it's:forced on2 my knees,I still neglect the roses in my bed it puts in for me!
So far the gist is,my grave will be mourned by my own life's rued oppurtunities....wail would my soul on a life not brimmed to its fullest!
So friend...whosoever strays on2 this,always play peek-a-boo with ur life,d unpredictability is worth hailing,sufficing u as its Nastradumus!!
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