Monday, April 17, 2006

My existence is in vain

Another poetic outburst of mine . . . I would like to pay regards to my Professors whose dull and boring classrooms spur students and make them realise new heights of creativity.
In no other circumstances do I see myself writing a ROMANTIC poem.
As a pure piece of creativity, it sucks. But something like this from a guy like me, that counts for something.

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I'm sitting alone, the breeze soothing my hair
I feel empty, don't know to go where

I've had my share of failure
Truly speaking, I really dont care

Am I a looser,well, I hav no regrett
But there's sth I need, and I reach for a cigarette

But Somewhere inside, I know I miss her
Her very thought makes my inside stir

Perhaps I had a chance
I shud've taken a stance
But I screwed it up
And now I've my empty cup

She makes me burn
She makes me cry
Although I've been cynical
I ought to giv it a try

She's a gentle breeze, she is my vintage wine
No..there's no sleeze, she's my little shrine

She reaches into me, and I connect to her
As I think of her, everything goes blurr

I see her, though she is faceless
I feel her, don't tell me it's baseless

I've never felt so, she's just amazing
Feels as I'm gonna melt, when she comes blazing

Her serenity resembles the moonlight
The thought of loosing her, gives me sheer fright

She's my destiny, and I need to follow
Or else,the bitter truth, I'll have to swallow

No one can take her from me
she's in my mind
And as they say
Love is blind

She's my soul
She's my life
I want her to be my friend
And more throughout my life

The thought of being without her, freaks me out
I feel numb, shadowy fear begins to sprout

I've got to tell her
I've nothing to fear
And as I think of it
I've got in my eye a tear

Would it be flowers
Or mere words would do
Would there be monsoon showers
There're expectations I've to live up to

I'm wasted, but not useless
GOD I'll try, not being faceless

There I go, talking about God
Myself being an agnostic, this sure is fraud

She makes me do things I never dream of
The thought of being apart, makes me scream off

I see hope, thats all I see
Coz I cant live this way
And she'll come, smiling at me
And all my fears will flay

A new sky and a new earth
The candle will light
A new me will take birth
I'll not give up, not without a fight

And that will be
The beginning of an odeyssey
Which'll pull my life, out of mediocracy

So I pray, on the edge of love
I wanna live again
All along I've been in pain
Now I rise and make my claim
As without her,my existence is in vain
my existence is in vain
my existence is in vain
my existence is in vain
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