Friday, April 4, 2008

MY HATE HITLIST

p.s- This one is dedicated to all my enemies{which are very few in no}

Loving
Caring
sharing and fun
frolicking
partying
gaming
long gone

now is the time for
duels and fights
some punching and thrashing
some kicks and some bites
Now here goes a message to all
my hate fans
die, die the hard way
DIE HARD

Gone are the days when i used to be innocent
Gone are the days when i thought you were innocent
I only wish to wring ur necks
to scrounge your face
to break your legs
so you come,
you have come on the wrong side of me
here goes the message again from me
Die, die the hard way
DIE HARD

No time for long talks
no time for you sticky warts,
Only revenge
raw and spikey
from all you jenny asses and dickie birdies
die, die the hard way
DIE HARD

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Who Will Wipe Her Tears?

She lies there,
a sordid figure,
victimised by a feraenaturae beast.
Grief and pain burgeoning in her skened heart,
puddles of mud salted
by a thousand drops of tears.
what becomes of her?
who will wipe her tears?
Me?
You?
somebody?

People pass by,
showing pity
or disgust,
some even burlesqueing.
They see her ripped clothes,
Nobody sees her soul ripped over and over again.
what becomes of her bleeding heart?
who will wipe her tears?
Me?
You?
Somebody?

They talk in whispers,
put up questions-
"who'll marry her?"
"will she ever become a bride?"
"tch! what a misfortune to strike."
There are no caring hands to soothe her pain,
no patient ears to hear her silent screams,
screams which erupt in her heart and bursts within.
what becomes of her shattered dreams?
who will wipe her tears?
Me?
You?
somebody?

The puddles of mud have dried.
So have the tears.
she lies there still
that sordid figure
still her crushed soul is crying,
from the leprous gravings of the past,
still an aura of futility engulfs her.
what becomes of her scalded spirit?
who will wipe her tears?
Not me,
Not you,
Nobody.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Moving On

we grew up together,
faced times good and bad,
spent numerous treasured moments,
some filled with gaitey and joy.
some with traunts of our fights.
some with pangs of jealousy,
some with surges of pride.

There were teasings and cryings and quarrels too,
over who got more soda and why.
Now i remember those sweet, innocent and unscarred moments
with tears in my eyes.

For they have become memories,
etched somewhere in our minds,
to be brought upon only when we are at our leisure time.

I ask myself now,
where have those times gone?
Have they left us?
No we have left the time ,
and moved on,
on to the next phase of our lives,
on to achieve sucess,
on to embrace the sky.

But i do not regret it
for this is not the end of our togetherness,
this is not the end of our love
This does not stops the river of our undulating emotions
This is not the end of our being siblings
This not the saturation point.
We have just moved on,
on to the next phase of our lives
on to achieve sucess,
on to embrace the sky.