i used to love the smell of her
on my clothes
i used to enjoy her hair
pacing in front of my eyes.

but
everything collapsed
worlds colliding
people make mistakes
even the people we love.

now i'm more in love
with our memories
than with her.
but in the end
we all become the person
we swore we'd never be.

"i don't feel like talking to you"
that hurts
and i didn't do anything wrong
you have no right
to get mad at
me
we broke up
you broke up
with me
and he misses me
you have a girlfriend
don't get mad at me
because my ex
misses me
you're my ex too
and i still had feelings
for you
and you had the god
**** nerve to bring up girls
you like
in front of me
when i still had
feelings for you
honestly,
if you can just ignore me so easily
i don't think we should
be around
each other.




m.g.

The light was the star shinning in the dark,
the feeling was the blood bleeding in the heart,
the rain was just the eternal pain,
everything was fine everything was sane.

But the feeling in the heart was in itself a lie,
the shooting star fell down and died,
the almighty showers sobered down,
INSANITY ALL AROUND !

Is this my plight or my destiny ?
The black list of the world,
there is no place for justice,
Injustice on a roll.

Survivors are those with power,
changing the meaning of democracy,
the cries of the powerless go unheard,
to the innocence of the guilty.

now we are used to live in the dark,
we feel that night is day,
if we want our voices to be heard,
we should speak out today.

look for time is running fast,
and see how helpless you are,
stuck in the deadly storm,
and your name in the list is not too far.

The door generously open,
and eyes joyfully closed;
feelings departed with my breath,
no emotions left exposed.

My hands in unity joined together,
were gloved and glad;
to hold the cross between them two,
what a beautiful dream i had.

Rested there encumbered,
in the cold breezy night;
my lips were frost and umbered,
and mind purely white.

life is meant to live for others;
Hope and love to give;
what a beautiful dream i had,
what a beautiful dream i lived.

Gallivanting on the streets ,
in the light of the dark,
not a tree on the ground,
not a star; not a sparkle .

I walk further,
and hear the,
voices of creatures,
welcoming or warning me.... in whispers.

Enter this narrow lane.
Silence will hit the sane.
wish you were dreaming
your screaming , your screaming

The nervous smile;
in desperation.
the shattered look;
emasculation.
lost to another nation;
filled with admiration.

courageous thoughts of there to dwell;
(a place between heaven and hell;)
but the wrong decision of back to turn;
and the wrong decision on earth to burn.

Me: - let the bird fly,
         let it leave its nest,
         let the tears cry ,
         when laughter is at its best.

soul let it not heal us,
         let us heal time,
         when your dreams blind your vision;
         let us draw the line.

ME - lets go find the answer ,
          to me easy it seams,
         lets become one,
         and live our dreams.

soulI'ave seen them break many times,
         its me the one who cries,
         every-time your heart breaks;
         its me the one who dies.

ME - OKAY i will **** all my thoughts;
        i wont hurt you no more ;
       will **** those blessed memories;
       that hurt you to the core.

ME -here is the good news,
           i'ave got it out of my head,
          **can you hear me my brother ?!
          are you asleep or are you dead !!!!

Every thing was quite,
Silence had said it all

....

as if time had stopped still.
Death was standing tall!
Scattered blood and bodies, flying high,
the smoke had released all the spirits in the sky.

Cries everywhere, tears
were
     falling
            down.

So helpless, so hopeless
people looked all around.
Stunned for a moment;
could do nothing at all.
in the chaos and confusion;
they could hear their call.

The wind had stopped still,
the horrifying end.
Terror took over,
no time to repent..

the sound of the bomb
had blinded them all
freedom from life
Death was standing tall.

I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
the stars write.
Unknowing I understand:
I too am written,
and at this very moment
someone spells me out.