Of my years fifteen plus ten
these 2 won't come again
As i walk and cry in the rain
Hiding tears that start to drain
Repenting my mealncholiness,tears well up in my eye
I try to think hard ,but still can't justify ...
Justify what ,I just think a lotCry for what?
emotions beginning to rot
Can't blame you for raking them up again
As you entrap my thoughts as I walk in the rain
You are too good, too good to inflict any pain
It is just my foolish alter ego that makes me feign
Feign what..a stupid thought arising in my heart's alcove
A self-belief that you can't make me fall in love
But you prove me wrong everytime I go in a pensive mood
I just wonder you being nice,I am just too rude
Please don't think I don't want to reciprocate
the heart just wants to do it,the mind equivocates
I have lost it before, can't afford to lose it now
Why don't you give it a try,heart and mind at row
It is just I am a man of few words who can't just say
I want you to understand ..for me its no child's play
Alas!! my mind and heart yet agin, at fray
I am still waiting for that lucky day
When I just won't look down ,i'll look in your eye
I wil prove to you, I am not rude nor I am shy
Wait for the day when my eye meets you eye
And that day would the last day when I would cry........
Monday, November 13, 2006
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Innocence los
Was it really you or my exaggerated imagination
Was it really you murmering or my increased palpitation
I could see you sitting across the floor on tht parapet
I thought I was drunk dreaming and could not believe it a bit
Then I got a rude shock when I saw you with tht cursed glass in you hand
What are friends for, it was brought to you by a friend
I still could not believe it was you who was gulping down the drink
With your scarcastic smile and the bloddy glass filled upto the brink
As a chain reaction the first thing I did was to give myself a violent shake
To make sure it was nit hallucination ,actually not fake
The night I could not drink another glass,I raised the toast but could actually not drink it ..Alas
I realised how bad ,was this place ,
that made you lose your innocence
I never fell in love with your face
It was just the innocence
Trapped between you temple and chin
I could not drink seeing you drink,
Could not smoke either
it came as a rude shock
I left the party went away
Wondering...Innocnce lost is love lost
God proved me wrong one more time.......
Was it really you murmering or my increased palpitation
I could see you sitting across the floor on tht parapet
I thought I was drunk dreaming and could not believe it a bit
Then I got a rude shock when I saw you with tht cursed glass in you hand
What are friends for, it was brought to you by a friend
I still could not believe it was you who was gulping down the drink
With your scarcastic smile and the bloddy glass filled upto the brink
As a chain reaction the first thing I did was to give myself a violent shake
To make sure it was nit hallucination ,actually not fake
The night I could not drink another glass,I raised the toast but could actually not drink it ..Alas
I realised how bad ,was this place ,
that made you lose your innocence
I never fell in love with your face
It was just the innocence
Trapped between you temple and chin
I could not drink seeing you drink,
Could not smoke either
it came as a rude shock
I left the party went away
Wondering...Innocnce lost is love lost
God proved me wrong one more time.......
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Her Charisma
the serene face the innocent smile
remember the day we perambulated that fake mile
the day I realised you were that kinda girlwith the wrong kinda guy
Ofcourse not me ,but definitely not him that is true.
Alas !!Those few moments the time just flew
I wish I could turnback time
and muster enough courage to make you mine
I am pretty unsure whether I fell in love with your innocence
Or just again infatuated by your amicable face
I seem to be dumbfounded and don't realise why
i see my unborn children,I moment I look into your eye
The number of times we meet- I still contemplate
Is it my exaggerated imagination or an act of fate
They say you give it a fresh start ,it is never too late
But the only ting I am sure of ,I have always been unlucky in matters of fate.
remember the day we perambulated that fake mile
the day I realised you were that kinda girlwith the wrong kinda guy
Ofcourse not me ,but definitely not him that is true.
Alas !!Those few moments the time just flew
I wish I could turnback time
and muster enough courage to make you mine
I am pretty unsure whether I fell in love with your innocence
Or just again infatuated by your amicable face
I seem to be dumbfounded and don't realise why
i see my unborn children,I moment I look into your eye
The number of times we meet- I still contemplate
Is it my exaggerated imagination or an act of fate
They say you give it a fresh start ,it is never too late
But the only ting I am sure of ,I have always been unlucky in matters of fate.
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