so much for creativity,
my mind was oozing slime.
and in my whim, when mood was grim,
i mixed acid with zyme.
so much for creativity,
i lost track of time.
and i just blurted out some words,
that ended up in rhyme :)
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Monday, May 29, 2006
far or near
with pain and tear,
and a little bit fear,
there, or here...
alone, or with peer,
on this world
a smile i'll smear.
and its not just dream,
'cause i am here :)
and a little bit fear,
there, or here...
alone, or with peer,
on this world
a smile i'll smear.
and its not just dream,
'cause i am here :)
Thursday, May 25, 2006
thought
billion people,
trillion lives,
yet a number i count not.
the single one
i myself am.
i must have missed the spot.
in flesh n bones,
with hair n skin,
some blood flows and some clot.
37.6
98.4
some parts are cold, some hot.
i smiled and cried,
got wet and dried,
and through all that i thought,
why do i live?
where should i go?
whats meant to be the plot?
trillion lives,
yet a number i count not.
the single one
i myself am.
i must have missed the spot.
in flesh n bones,
with hair n skin,
some blood flows and some clot.
37.6
98.4
some parts are cold, some hot.
i smiled and cried,
got wet and dried,
and through all that i thought,
why do i live?
where should i go?
whats meant to be the plot?
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
scrub
i dont want to look at this world with hatred. i dont want to stop believing that everyone deserves to be greeted with a smile. i dont want the narrowness of my waist to change places with the broadness of my mind as i grow.
but, as i grow and i see more, i see more pain
and all that grows inside me is the quest for vengeance.
a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye... the world would be blind some day
i know hatred is not the solution. vengeance doesnt not establish justice.
but by each day it becomes more difficult to maintain my warmth for people.
its a disease we all have contracted. we fail to see beyond two inches in front of our eyes. we are so myopic, so deaf to the screams of our own soul. we just want and want and want. we just blame and blame and blame.
we breed maggots in our blood, and our breath is so rotten stale.. that if someone is scared of hell, he'd be relieved to know that hell aint any worse.
i want to believe that theres some goodness left in everyone, and i want to believe that it can clean us of our stench.
but its increasingly becoming so difficult to hold on to this dream.
if theres a God, he better be acting soon. or there will be people who will undertake his roles.
and when we do so, beware, we wudnt be so merciful as HIM.
if i cant scrub the scum off your skin... i wouldn't mind peeling your skin off.
but, as i grow and i see more, i see more pain
and all that grows inside me is the quest for vengeance.
a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye... the world would be blind some day
i know hatred is not the solution. vengeance doesnt not establish justice.
but by each day it becomes more difficult to maintain my warmth for people.
its a disease we all have contracted. we fail to see beyond two inches in front of our eyes. we are so myopic, so deaf to the screams of our own soul. we just want and want and want. we just blame and blame and blame.
we breed maggots in our blood, and our breath is so rotten stale.. that if someone is scared of hell, he'd be relieved to know that hell aint any worse.
i want to believe that theres some goodness left in everyone, and i want to believe that it can clean us of our stench.
but its increasingly becoming so difficult to hold on to this dream.
if theres a God, he better be acting soon. or there will be people who will undertake his roles.
and when we do so, beware, we wudnt be so merciful as HIM.
if i cant scrub the scum off your skin... i wouldn't mind peeling your skin off.
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