kurla Thursday, July 28, 2005 | Comments:
nothing is left. not even words.
hey shreya Monday, July 25, 2005 | Comments:
It's dark outside
I watch the rain,
as I am brushing my teeth
thoughts arrive
like the garage lights,
people and trust
like walking over eggshells,
I scratch your back
you stab mine,
but then, why did I love her?
the window pane is wet
and cold,
and as I place my hand on it
and zoom out of my life,
I spit out the toothpaste foam
and some thoughts too.
and then real world 'happened' to us Thursday, July 21, 2005 | Comments:
black(repetitive)--- 23\03\03
never ending roads;
ever lasting aftertastes
swallowing the road beneath
windows rolled up
new shades of dark
really loud silence,
i know its colour is black
some one is missing
invisible chords, tearing
each carrying his own cross
believing that we have control
living life like videogames
'Esc' when u want
yeah...smells like teen spirit~