aint it right?

who gave some1 this right to give me life

Struggling at every step

gaining pain to feel alive

striving to take air in,

why some 1 gave me this life?

 

I'm no happy no more,

and i hate to be so

can’t a sad 1 be alive?

why every 1 keeps yelling,

forcing me to buy a life?

 

its better to be dead than to be dying

its better to be SAD than to be alive

why cant i decide when to live and when to cry?

why this world gives me reason to be free?

and than asks me to try until I'm exhausted.

until the reason to try,

is to keep trying until I Die

who gave some1 this right to give me life

when I don't want to be alive?

still no frnds

Skin puffed by the vapors of blood
I’m loosing heat
As my temperature is rising
And I can’t do any thing except to see them condense
On low lying mud

I tried to control it
But whatever I do changes state
Its because of the sins I committed
Or just the eights fate

Choked by the vapors, relation, rules
My soul will get over it?
In case I die

Confused to the deepest core
The environment around me
Real or really fake?
Am I unconscious or just the oxygen’s declining rate?
Whatever I fell, still I cannot sleep
I got to stay awake

my frnds part 1

ashish hai sabse jada para
tabhi to iit ki daur mein sabse aaga hai khara

kanchan ko solutions dekh kar laga jhatka
aur uska dimag satka
aieee par ja kar atka

mannu ke samne hai samsya vikat
kata nahi raha hai ghar ka ticket

shubhankar hai sala phoru sala
roz hai mannu ke sath orkut par aala
chemistry ne lagayi hai iske bhi wat
pata nahi kitno ki khara karegi khat

bakiyon ke bare mein bataunga kal
abhi kar ke aata hun mal