Human, being said to be conscious
living is defined by what he does
lifes are chenged by his choices
But how could I be called human
when all I choose seems predefined
when to me, the meaning of life is unknown
Conscious I am said to be,
but how could I be more unconscious
When the world's sadness fall upon me when a loved one dies
and unaffected I am when when million other's die each day
When, at eas I sit before my TV
as one's life, in an alley is taken away
I am human, I am called conscious, living and intelligent
But not more than a sleeping lion am I aware of the child who died at birth
Not more than a walking ant am I aware of a family's hope,
whose dreams are taken away before him powerless
I sure am conscious, of how little I know
that I live, only until I die
that I choose, until I have no choices left
That being human, is knowing
that my life is but existence
and my consciousness mere awareness
before what lies beyond the midst of life

Classroom, you have gone through much
witness of devotion and inspiration,
of boredom and slumber;
partner to the late learner and early comers;
have experienced a stream of personalities;

Classroom, you have gone through much
unliving witness to adult's birth, growt and depraving;
lifeless room filled with feelings:
that of the boy, thinking he loves,
that of the girl, who shares not that love,
that of the two, hoping it will last,
those of the students, who leave with hope;

Classroom, you sure have gone through much
victim of time, witness of fights;
have observed chaos and intense silence;
your walls reveal our will to be remembered;
Classroom, realm of memories and shadows of the past.

I enjoyed a world only I could see, in a way only I understood
You came to me and spoke words we both knew
About a world only you understood
Each time we talked and in each your smiles
I could see how hard you tried and how with every word
with every smile, you tried to stir my thoughts
Ever so slightly towards your world, away from mine
Towards your definition of sadness, away from mine
My sadness you never understood, and It never left
The proof that I didn’t belong, the cause of your pity
I am happy, even without your smiles
Happy to be different, happy to breathe, to think, to live
Happy to be sad, Sad to be lonely, but happy to be me

We sure felt alot,
Sorrow, grief, guilt and a little of joy;
Each was a different experience, different voyage;
We were Humans,
Not of those who each day die,
Rather each day was a new life;
But one was differnt, wonderful emotion,
Unique, above all.Love;
Love made you smile,
Love made me cry,
Love made us guilty,
Love gave rise to all, fragile,
weak being, shortlife who changed us;
It was special,
A second in love became years,
And years loving you was a wonderful day;
When all was over, it was like nothing had happened,
But when I looked at you and you at me,
In the time of a heartbeat,
We felt that stream of feelings flow through us,
Yes, we once lived.

I'd love to die and leave this world
all it's sufferings and countless conflicts,
where this silence doesn't make me feel lonely,
where time flies but nothing changes,
This, the wish of the unrealistic;

An evil mind as mine shall bring about nothing but sorrow
my taunted soul and selfish desires,
shall carry with me the torments of this world,
upon that peaceful world my lineage shall introduce chaos,
These, the effects of the weak;

First, toughen my mind, body and soul
to desire only that I need,
to accept sufferings upon me and the world,
rejoice about all good that happens,
let this silence be a chance to meditate,
awaiting our next encounter,
observe the world change and learn to accept that change,
This, the mind of the worthy;
One who accepts all lives simply,
how ironical life is,
for a soul worthy of that peaceful world, needs not to live in such a world.

"What has happened?"
When the first is committed;
"What is happening to me?"
For the next five;
"I have to ge tout of this"
When you stop counting;
"What has happened to me?"
Trying hard to remedy;
"It is all over!"
Stopped for sometime;
"Not again"
When you fall back;
"Guess that's what I am"
Too much deceptions;
"..."
When next you fall;
"For their sake"
Now you know they don't count that much
"I have to get out of this"
A stranger's touched you more;