Ready to scream,
Ready to kill,
Hurt and bleed...
I know i will,
Meet my eyes,
With your's,
Cry myself to sleep at night,
And you seem to be the cause,
Pick up my knife,
On my wrist now a slash,
You tore my heart out,
Trampled on it like trash,
Im a mess...
But you don't care,
You meet my eyes...
Then leave me to stare,
Do you want me to cry for you!
For the rest of my life??
Or would you rather me...
Pick up the gun or a knife?
Coz right now death seems,
To be the quickest way,
To give my heart a rest...
And take away my pain..
Monday, December 3, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
“What is the leaf in your armour, my brother?”
Like a leaf, So’s my life:
Budding forth in my spring:
“lost in the numberless foliage of summer,
Giving greatness and strength
To the mighty chinar”
“Little yet great is my life like, a leaf.
Swept away by the wind
“In the fall-who knows where?”
“What is the round in your armour, my brother?”
And the gold lines within
Rising up to the light?”
These are the shapes of our letters and learning
“Of the search of our mind
For who’s beauty and truth”
“Circle and sine make science and its ways
“Move the world and its wheels
Work our factories and fields”
Therefore, “In toil we shall Flourish”, Oh brothers
As the leaf provides food
And fresh air to the worlds
We too spread life and new strength all around us
Doing humbly our task
To seek Knowledge and light,
Little yet great is my life, like a leaf,
Giving glory and strength
To a mighty chinar.
Like a leaf, So’s my life:
Budding forth in my spring:
“lost in the numberless foliage of summer,
Giving greatness and strength
To the mighty chinar”
“Little yet great is my life like, a leaf.
Swept away by the wind
“In the fall-who knows where?”
“What is the round in your armour, my brother?”
And the gold lines within
Rising up to the light?”
These are the shapes of our letters and learning
“Of the search of our mind
For who’s beauty and truth”
“Circle and sine make science and its ways
“Move the world and its wheels
Work our factories and fields”
Therefore, “In toil we shall Flourish”, Oh brothers
As the leaf provides food
And fresh air to the worlds
We too spread life and new strength all around us
Doing humbly our task
To seek Knowledge and light,
Little yet great is my life, like a leaf,
Giving glory and strength
To a mighty chinar.
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