They come, they go,
Little do they know.
I am a tiny little speck,
In this great big wreck.
They come, they go,
Like water they flow.
I am next to a crumb,
All my senses are numb.
They come, they go,
Rain or shine, storm or snow.
I keep standing still,
As if in a drill.
They come, they go,
When will they ever grow.
I lend a helping hand,
To my brothers in the marching band.
They come, they go,
Will they ever be able to show.
I for one would never say never,
Only if they knew that friends are forever.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
The poison of first Love !!
A girl is lucky,
If she is a man's first love.
A man is lucky,
If he is the girl's last.
I walk this wilderness,
As lonely as a dark cloud.
There isn't a silver lining,
In the annals of my fate.
I know how it is to be in love,
As pristine and pure as it can be.
When I was possessed and obsessed,
Your comfort was a bliss.
You have chosen a new path for yourself,
I vacillate between the two extremes.
When I try to get over my past,
You hit me back with your wild innocence.
I have sulked and I have cried,
Those tears I wept were meant for you.
They helped me move on with my life,
Why does now, the past haunt you.
I wish you well, is all I wish,
As much as I am going to miss.
Those thoughts that I etched deep within,
Some memories which truly are mine.
I am trying to reason your eccentricities,
Why you laughed when you cried.
This endless search is my home,
You and me all alone.
If she is a man's first love.
A man is lucky,
If he is the girl's last.
I walk this wilderness,
As lonely as a dark cloud.
There isn't a silver lining,
In the annals of my fate.
I know how it is to be in love,
As pristine and pure as it can be.
When I was possessed and obsessed,
Your comfort was a bliss.
You have chosen a new path for yourself,
I vacillate between the two extremes.
When I try to get over my past,
You hit me back with your wild innocence.
I have sulked and I have cried,
Those tears I wept were meant for you.
They helped me move on with my life,
Why does now, the past haunt you.
I wish you well, is all I wish,
As much as I am going to miss.
Those thoughts that I etched deep within,
Some memories which truly are mine.
I am trying to reason your eccentricities,
Why you laughed when you cried.
This endless search is my home,
You and me all alone.
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