Friday, July 11, 2008

all nonsense

(this poem might appear sense less but this was wat i could write.
becoz rit now concentrating on one thing is just nt possible 4 me
and her thoughts keep cuming back
nd im tired of keeping them away
help me sum1 )


i luv u
and why do i do ?
i don't know
i just hate the way i care 4 u

time is not helping me
aur kare bhi wo kyun ??
mein hi lagaye baitha hun
dil se teri photo ko

i luv u mare than i wish
and i hate u more than i think
and when i remember u
it is futile thoughts that stinks

sisakte surroundings mein khoj raha hun mein khud ko
aur pehchan kaise karunga mein meri
ooops
mere pas abhi bhi hai ek photo teri

Saturday, July 05, 2008

present

What has happened???
Why cant I breathe???
Is the o2 level low???
or more of it I need??

Why am I living like this??
Moreover, what am I living with???
A burdened core
I a state where mind says something and dil says kuch aur

Stuck with inconsistent goals
Aur meri life ekdum bore
I used to believe I could do something.
But already hundreds are being killed
So… is there a need for more???

I am not normal, I know
I feel confined
Unable to control the boiling blood
Myself, my life I wanted to redefine

So what was that I needed???
Friends, family, love, or care???
Useless words
May be I needed to evolve
To a state where new necessity emerge
Real ones, so no above and below all

I died a virtual death
But, what all is this I m saying
Kya lagta hai bakwas
But le raha tha akaar
Hidden from all
A group of like-minded people
ANTIM SANSKAR

So now I m different
As I have always been
I choose to be an antim.sapien
Unlike the presents beings
I live in the time I am
The future is the same like it has always been
But probably a pleasant one
Unseen

Thursday, February 28, 2008

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