Introspection

Monday, February 16, 2009

By Nikhil Srivatsa

I Think about in Paranoia,
Wats wrong with me for i keep popping like soya,
Unable to feel,unable to heal,
Blinded by my rage which ultimately shall seal
my fate,my destiny,my life
All Synonyms for what i crave and strive
For in the end you know its not easy to survive.....
Memories of recent past keep flying across me
Haunting me in my nightmares
Telling me its all my fault
For it will cost a lot
to fix the shattered panes of glass now lost........

2 comments:

Arun B said...: Dark. Why ? Cliché but true "The past is history; The future is a mystery; This moment is a gift; That is why this moment is called the present; Enjoy it ! "; February 17, 2009 at 10:21 AM
harsha said...: Gud one!!..Keep the good work going..and post a few more if u have any...; February 18, 2009 at 12:02 AM

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Here’s to the crazy ones.The misfits.The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They’re not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things.
They push the human race forward.
And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.

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