Ride the waves of despair.
If you fall it don't matter
There's no one to care.
Strong is good, weak is bad.
Be it false, be it true.
Your mind makes the choice,
And enforces it too.
Hide the pain, carry on,
Routine is the key.
Don't let on that you're not,
What you're pretending to be.
Lock it all up inside you,
How badly that bodes.
Look out for that one day,
When it all just explodes.
Leaving naught but a shell,
Base functionality too.
But killing all else,
That was uniquely you.
So how do you grow,
With a timebomb inside?
Or how to defuse it,
Without destroying its ride?
You can't. It will finally destroy you!
mami you ok? why so depressing? write something cheerful madam . Whatever u write is always sad, cynical or downright depressing. Look don b so glass half empty kind. I often write nonsense but atleast make it fun :P
ReplyDeleteI have too pee
as i sit here in the tree
singing twee-dee-dee
I have to pee!!!
wee hee….
btw im sorry if it offends someone's sensibilities
Oh my eyes! my eyes! arjun as much as we all love you dont put us through such tasks of reading your so called "poetry". And arts honey he has a point! stop sounding so suicidal
ReplyDeleteROFL. Good one arjun! havent seen you in years still u seem to have a great sense of humour. Arts honey the writing is great, stirring is the word im looking for. But hey write something fun next!
ReplyDeletewat happened to the story?
hey arty.. this is sowmya.. needless to say that it is great... very very depressing though...
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