3.19.2010
3.06.2010
Spindles.
An unchartered territory,
And a drop of your blood;
I taste freedom.
I feel human,
Enough to get me burned.
Prosaic falsehoods,
Pinned down to deceive.
You, have been warned.
Undaunted, you have become;
As the sky turns into the blackest of black.
Ripples of doubt,
Battling with steels of faith.
A perplexing dilemma,
An impending abomination;
Leaving you in remorse.
A distinct sound,
Calling out for redemption;
Here comes the end;
Of an unfaithful affair.
And a drop of your blood;
I taste freedom.
I feel human,
Enough to get me burned.
Prosaic falsehoods,
Pinned down to deceive.
You, have been warned.
Undaunted, you have become;
As the sky turns into the blackest of black.
Ripples of doubt,
Battling with steels of faith.
A perplexing dilemma,
An impending abomination;
Leaving you in remorse.
A distinct sound,
Calling out for redemption;
Here comes the end;
Of an unfaithful affair.
3.03.2010
...
Do you really want me back?
So you say.
I wish I am smarter.
I wish I am more independent.
I wish I know what I am doing.
Fall back.
Take a step backwards.
I don’t care anymore.
Now you know who I am
You know what I can do
I am rather stupid,
I am clueless most of the time
I am miserable
But I guess,
That took a toll on you.
And maybe you’re thinking
How you made the biggest mistake of all.
Funny isn't it?
Now, you’re stuck.
I’ll put the mud on my face, now.
‘Coz I can’t turn back, no more.
So you say.
I wish I am smarter.
I wish I am more independent.
I wish I know what I am doing.
Fall back.
Take a step backwards.
I don’t care anymore.
Now you know who I am
You know what I can do
I am rather stupid,
I am clueless most of the time
I am miserable
But I guess,
That took a toll on you.
And maybe you’re thinking
How you made the biggest mistake of all.
Funny isn't it?
Now, you’re stuck.
I’ll put the mud on my face, now.
‘Coz I can’t turn back, no more.
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