Sunday, February 17, 2008
HELP
What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What doI do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?What do I do?
RUNNING ON EMPTY
Walking along the highway,there's no one in sight
The woods are thick and dark on either side of me.
I'm walking and there's no traffic, not even one car or truck.
Slowly, the sense of desperation is growing,
A strange sort of fear, makes it harder to breathe,
A choking tightness in my chest.
I've already walked for miles, and I haven't met a soul.
I can see the glow of windows in the distance.
People in their homes, safe, warm, happy.
They don't know I'm passing by, lost.
If only I can get a little closer,
I might be able to look in for a second,
For that one fleeting moment I'll almost feel the warmth.
Then I'll turn slowly, though my feet are now beginning to drag,
Make my way back to the highway,
Back to the my long, blind journey,
The destination- I don't know,
Pull my jacket a little closer,
Pull the hood down over my face,
At least, I'll be safe inside my jacket,
Under my hood, alone with myself.
The woods are thick and dark on either side of me.
I'm walking and there's no traffic, not even one car or truck.
Slowly, the sense of desperation is growing,
A strange sort of fear, makes it harder to breathe,
A choking tightness in my chest.
I've already walked for miles, and I haven't met a soul.
I can see the glow of windows in the distance.
People in their homes, safe, warm, happy.
They don't know I'm passing by, lost.
If only I can get a little closer,
I might be able to look in for a second,
For that one fleeting moment I'll almost feel the warmth.
Then I'll turn slowly, though my feet are now beginning to drag,
Make my way back to the highway,
Back to the my long, blind journey,
The destination- I don't know,
Pull my jacket a little closer,
Pull the hood down over my face,
At least, I'll be safe inside my jacket,
Under my hood, alone with myself.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
FOR MY GRAMMAR
I always called you "grammar"
And I loved to see your smile
When I'd stop by after college
To have a biscuit and chat awhile.
All you wanted was our happiness
You'd tell me I was a "lovely girl"
And you didn't find me impertinent
When I'd call you "Mother-of-Pearl".
You always had a treat for us
A special pudding, cake or pie
You loved everyone of my jokes
Though I know they make others cry.
Every Sunday you'd ask me
For more and more books to read
In school, you took up my Shakespeare
To keep me upto speed.
How proud you were of your Sheba
And all the tricks she knows
She was your constant shadow
Pawing gently at your toes.
I know I'm very lucky
To have had you for twenty-two years
But we miss you so much grammar
So please forgive these stupid tears.
And I loved to see your smile
When I'd stop by after college
To have a biscuit and chat awhile.
All you wanted was our happiness
You'd tell me I was a "lovely girl"
And you didn't find me impertinent
When I'd call you "Mother-of-Pearl".
You always had a treat for us
A special pudding, cake or pie
You loved everyone of my jokes
Though I know they make others cry.
Every Sunday you'd ask me
For more and more books to read
In school, you took up my Shakespeare
To keep me upto speed.
How proud you were of your Sheba
And all the tricks she knows
She was your constant shadow
Pawing gently at your toes.
I know I'm very lucky
To have had you for twenty-two years
But we miss you so much grammar
So please forgive these stupid tears.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Did Someone Say Something?
Sitting in room
Staring at computer screen
Not hot
Not cold
Not nice
Thirsty? Maybe. Not sure
Nothing to do
Not bored
Mosquito buzzing in ear
Ummm..... shoo
Test tomorrow
Not studied
Not opening book
Second mosquito
Totally screwed
Scared? Not really.. Don't think so
Dog passes
Hi dog
Breeze
No life
No future
Nothing to lose?
Think not
Cutting toenails- don't know why,
They're not long
What was that?
Not talking to me?
OK
Mumbai- 22.7 degrees C
New keychain
Old T-shirt
Old hairstyle
Old people
Sad.. Moving on
"Starting a Revolution" is typing a message
Creatively dead
Everythingly dead
Want smoke
Want smoke
Want smoke
Raj arrested
Want smoke
1:00 am
Mosquito no.3
Staring at computer screen
Not hot
Not cold
Not nice
Thirsty? Maybe. Not sure
Nothing to do
Not bored
Mosquito buzzing in ear
Ummm..... shoo
Test tomorrow
Not studied
Not opening book
Second mosquito
Totally screwed
Scared? Not really.. Don't think so
Dog passes
Hi dog
Breeze
No life
No future
Nothing to lose?
Think not
Cutting toenails- don't know why,
They're not long
What was that?
Not talking to me?
OK
Mumbai- 22.7 degrees C
New keychain
Old T-shirt
Old hairstyle
Old people
Sad.. Moving on
"Starting a Revolution" is typing a message
Creatively dead
Everythingly dead
Want smoke
Want smoke
Want smoke
Raj arrested
Want smoke
1:00 am
Mosquito no.3
Cough once
Cough again
Mushy brain
Loud family
"Honking doesn't make space
It makes noise"
You have no missed calls
Maybe tomorrow will be different
.....Naaah.
Signing out.
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