this is the day that i die.
i sat down softly
for the back aches bad
but its useless to care
coz it comes to you
when you're there.

This is the day that i lie.
In the bench
on the sidewalk of the abandoned street
where it always gave me a nausea
a dissipation of self
beyond repair

This is the day of goodbye.
Yes,in the backyard of the castle
where vendors don't come easy
but i could easily slip by
amidst the shadows and lights
worse than boulevard of a nightmare

This is the day i'll cry
Silent saline tears that wallow
along the lines of my eye
And i'll shout out loud
to free me out off paranoia of life
somedays i thought,aloof,
it isn't that its not fair.

This is the day i die
In no particular order
i remember all the smells of my life
i remember all touches
i remember all tastes,sounds and remember
all forms that could cast a image in my mind.
And i remembered
it is here and
it is the day that i die....

clearly on the banks of the west
i saw few lilies grows
like i had seen the falling star,the unidentified flying object,the shriek on your eyes and
the bars between.
Uninvited and unvisited,
the placebo to my eyes died
before i could put few fanatic verse.
The lilies,
they sunk by the bank
sunken by the sun
they resemble the soil
and do you say not it ever existed?
Between my lines and reality
the distinction is just a fine line.
and across the line i saw few lilies grow.

an actor or actress you'd want to date given a chance!!
Me? Charlize theron

thank you.

great write. Lov'd it

i felt intruded. In one rush of adrenaline my throat started to pulsate. My skin tighten and eyes began to bulge. The hands felt really cold at first and warm again,trembling and even under my strongest inhibitory thought,my fist started to shape up. A nausea caught me up. A nausea of sheer distaste,acute anxiety and obstinate temper. I could trace the sweat on my temples. a feeling of obscurity clouded in,eventually blocking my eyes and the mind went to a status quo. Then like the lightning,shoot up an array of thoughts up the spine....an urge arose,in cold blood. Next moment i pulled myself off that nausea,i was staring at the gallows pole. And how did i feel? Intruded.

once i had travelled
through marvels
they dislodged my existence
to a mere one.
How often do i question myself?
For what
one underneath the huge canopy stand for.
What is a flag for.
What better is a noun?
Are we not all meres
of the others nearby
wherever we go?
What more do we think?
In a busy train.

not a typical love song and its quite recent one but 'marry me' by train makes up for me.

thank you.

from shades to shreds
i walked for resolution of the self-proclaimed beauty of my mind
inside,it hovered and hung
like the fish (i never captured) in my string
on the flooded farm.
Mom said its early winters come home when you feel cold.
I entered no respite zone in sympathy of the only i loved
for my love knows no boundary and i'm boundless.
From fields to fields i wandered
for the prickly flower i saw in my nightmare
as its early winters on the northern hemisphere.

well,job paying 1000 a week?! In thailand or england?

one word!? Desperate.