Tuesday, November 18, 2008

a conversation with myself..

what dreams are you talking about..
a bunch of humorous jokes..
theres no such thing as bounded love..
no wishes, no desires, no hopes..
its no better than burning in hell..
bounded by blood stained spiky ropes..
you are doomed to live this way..
for mercy theres no scope..
you better die than live..
but living too would be no lesser than dying..
so you live or die..
it wont be a different show..
however heart broken, injured and hurt you may be..
your injuries wont have an end..
till the time you are cut to pieces..
your life wont apprehend..
just go on living, n crying for pity..
remember if u show it through emotions..
you would loose your serenity..
all the best for your living death..
may your soul be never at rest..

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