June 20, 2010

Fringes of Sorrow

She is a little girl
In the smoke of my Cigar

We need more smoke and fire
To see her form.
Yesterday Nero burned Rome.

As the dazed night
Gives way to dawn,
I hear her careless song
From beyond the horizon.
In vain, I try to hold her in
Then this acceleration
in me, she fades away.
I sniff at the last strand of smoke
Rising from my ashtray.

(Its a very old poem...thought i shud post something as a neutralizer for the previous post)

June 9, 2010

manifestations of superiority complex

everybody clicks
everybody writes
everybody reads
nobody rebels
everybody rebels
nobody rebels..
everybody rebels
and nobody feels

June 5, 2010

All this talk of getting old
Is getting me down, my love
Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown
This time I am coming down.
The verve

Now the runner looks back
and time has suddenly stopped
a monotone calls back to some obscure past
A home? that we have long known to be lost
and the people walk in other road
that I dont know
This is peace maybe
This is peace maybe