I know her
but forget her.
Your beauty
Your love
are what
world calls lust.

I don't know
I would never know
whom I knew and forgot,
who was the one
whose beauty
whose love
blinded me,
which the world
failed to see.
I know I would never know.

my life isn't what i wanted it to be...but that's O.K.
for i have learnt and understood it.
life won't be what i wanted it to be

WE'LL BE LED
THROUGH THE CHAOS

THEY WILL MAKE US
DREAM THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM.

THEY WILL TEACH US
HOW TO DISCOVER ME

THEY WILL.
THEY HAVE.

LOVED US
AND TAUGHT US.

WE ALL KNOW IT
AND LOVE IT
books ARE AFTER ALL
WHAT MAKE US.

THICK OR THIN
books
MAKE US
WHAT WE ARE UNDER OUR SKIN

We die a slow death
each day,each moment
as we are erased
from the memories
of those, whose
new memories were born,
day after day
as we laughed
through the way.

A person we were for him
that day...will surely
cease to be the same
in his memories
some other day.
AS WE WILL DIE
EACH DAY

the days have passed the nights are over
but true love they say can't get over.

I ask it and shout it
Why am I stupid?
Is it my questioning of the inapt
Or of the myriad
Ways in which
I have been wronged
Am I stupid
Cause I see it.
And do not choose
To ignore it
And just question
You each moment, that
Why I am stupid.