Why spend all years of my existence complaining...
Nothing would change...at least within the next few generations.
Air would only get thicker...water would only taste more chemical...sea levels would only rise...Women will keep on getting raped...the dark will continue in the shadows...little will be the space to thrive...tramps will keep filling the footpaths...
More misery...little bread, more pills...battery life and power supply will decide when love n care flows...tyrants will rise and fall...you get killed or you kill yourself...
The bulb lit a thousand times...
First i tried packing my ears...cries wouldn’t strike my drum...
But i wouldn’t be safe...i wouldn’t hear the horns...
Then did i cover my eyes...i wouldn’t see his empty guts...
But i wouldn’t be safe...i couldn’t cross a road...
I thought...why not pack my nose...
Nothing would change...why kill my self...
Finally i discovered the panacea...
Well i found the key to ecstasy...
Why spend all years of my existence complaining...
Why tread more paths searching for lights...
To change is the law of nature they say...
Then why not change myself...
I would bring down the walls...
Clear my path...
Let my flesh and blood follow...
My world...and i would rule...
No harm would i cause...
No tears would i create...
My own land...but never would i cross your fence...
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(Bloggin after a while...my internet usage has been restricted 2 bluemoon nights!!! Missin u all...havin hectic schedules these days.
n dis is de Valentine's day spl in advance(in case im not home on feb 14th)
Plus i hav news...my First Musical Composition will out soon...hold yer breaths till then... PRAY 4 ME...
keep in touch...n hey....since i wont b ol dat often do save my numbers 9895404187(airtel-biwi no1) n 9496330230(bsnl-biwi no2 he he...dis one's 4 local messagin)
I am running out… of what…? I miss something… but what? I am sick… of what…? I am mad…at what? I want to flee…but where to…? Who knows the answers? Who else…? Here I stand…waiting… Who else can read me better? Where are you now…? I left you for a while…no…I just pretended leaving you… And I swam…in an ocean along with the some ‘feel good’ factors… You never complained… Since you knew… I carried you in my mind And back I am… And here I stand…waiting… You where always there… As a blanket when I shivered in winter… As an elixir when I cried for a drop of water… You were always there… But…but… why am I using a past tense here? You still dance…synchronised with my heart’s rhythm You are still here…so close…within my reach But why can’t I touch you then… I want to walk with you…fight with you… Laugh with you… Hug you so hard that you'll set in me!!! “Why don’t you do that?” Yes I can hear you asking that… Rotten mouths will fart… I’ll be a Romeo… They’ll dress you up as my Juliet… What else do they know of love? You should have been there with me… When I laid curled up in my mother’s womb… And here I stand…waiting… Waiting for answers... Come fast…
("What is a friend? A single soul in two bodies."-Aristotle)
Months back I used to spend half a day every day thinking of what others thought of me… Often did I smile when I assumed, yeah I am a hero… What else…what to fear…every one smiles at me…applauds… And then my senses woke up…’extra ordinary senses’ I must say… I grew eyes at the back of my head… I fitted ‘ears’ all around me… Fitted cameras at all the corners I tread, And I learnt how bad my “image” was… The “image” that my own mirror never showed me Sad and depressed I became, Lost half a day every day, probing for ways to find a better “image”… Dozens of answers, I looked at the mirror…not a little had I changed… Ages passed by, And then once again my senses sprouted up… Now I saw the angels around me, People who smiled with their hearts, Who spoke for me at my ‘stakes’ and ‘funerals’, Who chuckled with me…wailed with me, I started counting…my fingers were enough… I looked at the mirror…I had grown bigger. Yeah, I was always a hero…in a few hearts at least… Why did my eyes blind me then? Why did my ears fib? Oh! Dear can I wind back my clock…for all the time I ran behind “images”?
"A thousand hands waved me luck... and i climbed the heights of lust and wealth and greed... and then I slipped... and tumbled down into the deepest crevasse... there were just two hugging hands... and few drops of tears to wake me up..."
Anaesthesiologist@NHS
Product of Govt.Medical College Trivandrum.
Former Content Editor, MedIndia.
Lives a life defined by his 3 dreams 'a Song, a Stethoscope and a Book'