Thursday, July 12, 2007
Closet cleaning ...
Sitting at work with nothing great to do ,I decide to write some poetry .I always fall into the trap of expressing through poetry .But not all of it is crap ,I think :
The green of broken glass
Travels deep into lives
Hound dog plays on the radio
I think of the old woman I’ll be
I join the broken lines
On the incomplete map
Try to get all the oceans on my parched country
The bin overflowing with crushed hearts
Old pictures often make me laugh
Some things cease
Some things cease in hearts
The green of broken glass
Travels deep into lives
Hound dog plays on the radio
I think of the old woman I’ll be
I join the broken lines
On the incomplete map
Try to get all the oceans on my parched country
The bin overflowing with crushed hearts
Old pictures often make me laugh
Some things cease
Some things cease in hearts
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
aaaaaaaarrrrrggggggggghhhh NOT AGAIN !
'Not again' was exactly what i thought ,when it happened again.And i don't seem to learn do i ?
i generally hate writing about my life on this space but well efforts do fail don't they ...
i have again sucessfully managed to fall for an absolutely inaccessible person ..i mean it has happened in the past but why me ? again ?
btw by inacessible i mean not film stars or what ever other sorts of stars there are .
anyway i hate life at times like these
*prepares to bang head against wall*.
i generally hate writing about my life on this space but well efforts do fail don't they ...
i have again sucessfully managed to fall for an absolutely inaccessible person ..i mean it has happened in the past but why me ? again ?
btw by inacessible i mean not film stars or what ever other sorts of stars there are .
anyway i hate life at times like these
*prepares to bang head against wall*.
Friday, July 6, 2007
Cheap thrills
I have just realised that most of my posts are in the cheap thrills category ...what am i ?
(this one also deserves to be there but i shall do some face saving and put it down as introspection)
(this one also deserves to be there but i shall do some face saving and put it down as introspection)
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Touch and go
Touch and go
The blue of the sky
A first kiss
Loves and losses to come
Worlds that crumble
And live again
Warm hands
Longing
Music
Far away in that frozen moment
Broken touch
Broken looks
Broken words
Touch and go
The blue of the sky
A first kiss
Loves and losses to come
Worlds that crumble
And live again
Warm hands
Longing
Music
Far away in that frozen moment
Broken touch
Broken looks
Broken words
Touch and go
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