I'm confused
Should cheap cocaine,few pills do?
With cover on face,hang by rope,should I?
Is drinking the cup of silence,an option?
Or should I shoot myself?
Fear not death, not life either
Tis not weakness,strength it is neither
Wish I could wipe few more tears
But,I'm dead,left all my pain and fears
Blood's all around
As if smeared on a clown
Excuse all the blood,sir
For,they know not
As to what made them spill !
Things went wrong,out of control
And maybe I too
The right to be wrong,I won't regret
For,even if I lived
No more than another lifeless soul
Who cares,if I cease to exist?
Except those
Whose tears I choose not to see
On you,If I made an impact
I'm sorry,I chose to end the strife
Between life and death,and took my life
To me,it seemed an easy way out
Don't mourn for me,shed tears of sorrow
Smile for your better tomorrow,for I'm
Just someone you're better without !
Perhaps,I will soon be forgotten
You too will talk,of a portrait I resembled
Of what I could have been
Sadly enough,you never knew
The part that was me.
How I feel,wish I could say
But then,perhaps the day is not today !
Monday, February 22, 2010
DeathNote
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2 comments:
Beautiful one..from bhaskar -Rama Rao
A very nice composition beautifully describing the long, old tussel between the two questions of life....1) What we want from our life? and 2) What expectations force us to do?...............
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