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Suicidal.

So the thing is life and how good you can make it for living.
People commute,jump,climb and kill.
Fast food,restaurants,cafes,technology.
Hunger,death,army,border security.
Moonlit night,fashionable closets,kids,super cars.

Cigarettes and Alcohol
How I woke up on the wrong side of my bed
and felt a train ran through my head?
How drunk am I?
The sharpest pin prick I cant feel
Am I the bad influence?
or is it just because I can see what lies ahead?
And I do not really care.
Am i living my life or some one else's life?

Running after an illusion thinking this is the way
What is the way?
Is it just written somewhere on the wall?
or is it my heart telling me something
and I am getting it all wrong?

How hungry is that kid?
How is it even possible that a mother is asking for a shelter?
Is it a conspiracy or fate.

Cigarettes and Alcohol.
And my passion to feel that I'm in a distant place,
riding a bicycle on a rain washed evening.
Is it a fault of my nature or the world is going somewhere and
I'm lagging?
Let it be then.

What if it's true that I do not belong here and being pessimist?
And I do not care about "how are you?".
And I do not care about friends shaking hands.

I must seek for newer avenues.I must do.I must believe.

Comments

SUTIRTHA said…
Knock! Knock! A ReAlItY Check!!!!!!

A true inner reflection of not only you but many. :-) :-)
February 5, 2012 at 11:55 AM
Urchin said…
correctA..:) :)
i was little high..not sure if its good enough
February 5, 2012 at 11:58 AM
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