I am a bad sleeper
and a terrible dreamer
I am lazy like no other
still I have people
praising me for what I do
and what I do not do
because people do that
and I listen to them eagerly
chants of my awesomeness

Smile sticks on my face

My daddy is the only person true
he knows me
How terrible I am at everything
How ****** up I am
How I know nothing except
except-------eating
sleeping
and gluing my eyes on my laptop

and he is the best dad on the world
because he is true at what he says
and I trust him since I was infant
a superhero--- I first met, only met!

And My mom is bad too
she supports me against dad
but I know dad
You are right
I am terrible at carrying out
responsibilities, duties, progress
because I am a bad sleeper
I sleep and I sleep and I sleep
I sleep late and wake up even more late!

He is the best dad
I am his favorite son
We are a team of super-dad and super-son!
he shouts to wake me up
I groan back to sleep
Its hard when two super powers collide
and I usually win
because my dad is bad too
he loves me and I love you, dad!

I was standing there, beside you
with a huge gap of silence in between us
and it seemed like it would take ages to reach you
creeping
                walking
                               running
                                                flying
                                                            through that silence
.........................................................­.....................................                      
There were no questions....................................................
...­...........................................but answers were sought for
.............................................................­................................

And you were so far away
You couldn't hear my loudest of silence
the face of desperation I wore
the smile of frustration I decorated as improper blithe

My questions almost inaudible
But the answers were sought for
.............................................................­......................
I answered myself of what you would have said
...on my head, if you have heard me "...I can't"

you turned to me with a faint smile
you turned other way, may be tears were on your eyes
you still on a far distance of silence
the answer of your part still unanswered

Half pages of scribbled line
you can't make out any sense from it
close your eyes and touch with your heart
you may feel something
did you?

No!

A face that smiles with mask of paint
you can tease the hell out of it
close you eyes and laugh again
you may feel something
did you?

No!


Words, words you see
words you hear
Words irritating you
you can't understand anything from it
close your eyes and try to hear
you may feel something
did you?

No!


You see messed up paper
you don't see its rejection scribbling the love

You laugh at a red bulging nose of clown
you don't its flames of heartache

you see lots of hypocritic words
you hear messed up babbling
you write for my incorrigible
abuse me
stab me
tell them i am a thief
tell them i stole your space
write about my insanity
sing about my irritation
burn me with lectures of reality
Reject me

Welcome,
Add one more scribble on my page