It is not as though you don't love me anymore,
I know you never did.
But who am I to blame you?
As if we have ever known what love is.
You say I am yours and you are mine,
But the truth is that we are only wasting time.
So take my body, take my mind.
But I don't belong to you
And I never will
Quite honestly that is just how I feel.

I see it
I see it in the eyes of strangers in the street
Passers by I'll never pass by and greet
I see it in the chasers who never catch a dream
Only wanting to keep something that is fleeting
I hear it
I hear it in my own head as I read a strangers words
Ill-equiped to express such sorrowful pain
I hear it in the clumsy strewn together sounds
I understand what is said in the veins
I feel it
The heart beat
Blood and dirt
Scars that are reminders
Stars that can't be reached
I feel it in the depth that is an ocean
In a universe inside a mind
Where the horses have wings
And we can be saved anytime

Failure is a fantastic feeling,
we don't agree coz we are conditioned to
believe success can bring beautiful feeling.
Failure helps people to stop wasting their
energy and resources. Failure has teached a lot
to human than success.

The success people are always works for
early accomplishment. What happens?
When you reach your ultimate goal, you find  
emptiness. an abyss.
very difficult to fill that especially
when you are in a  corporate world.
you experience the tiredness of feeling
alone at the top of  the world. a new fame
brings new enemies, then.... drop everything and
take the route of becoming a sage.

And being a sage was not so simple. To live doing
nothing was the most cruel habit. Why?... Think,
you are going to live your life through  begging.
It means you want others to work and feed you
in the form of charity. Hence, the real joy is.... in
living slowly, and proceed to achieve our goal in
paced manner spread over the entire life. and the
best way of living is.. every minute of efforts invested
in corporate world must be compensated for living a  
contented beautiful life.

Brushing failures and touching rare success are
the real juice of happiness...

We don't.
"I don't write to be understood."
Some author or other said once.
Maybe. I want a creative answer.
Write up a Rorschach test.
And hold it up waving until someone sees,
Something worth having.
"Oh that must be...
I understand."
I don't.
But someone does.
That's a start.

You were never a Mother to me
you left me behind you see
there was never enough food nor, light
nothing ever went well, or right...
you ignored everything in sight
and, your husband touched me where
a little girl was lost down there...
I should have never had to go
Oh, all the tears that I learned to know
Mother,  you never came back to see
how you never protected me.