Tuesday, January 6, 2009

My picture


Keep my picture safe with u, some day someone will ask, about it?
One day i'll be carried away on four shoulder to my home, then u will remain alone, they will ask u who am i, tell them that these are some of my lovely moments, if u tell them that they were days, then they will ask, how many day was he with you, then say that i dont rememeber the days but i remember the how were the moment is spent. The moment where we laughed, cried, we fought, we loved eachother, got angry with eacother, we went away from eachother and we came back for eachother. Just tell if every moment was like a thousand days, wipping some drops of tears from u're eyes,just tell them that he was the one who loved and cared abt me, a wellwisher, that one who gave u to me, a reason for me live on.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Saturday, January 3, 2009

I....




I smell like salty tears.
I sound like a dark poem.
I taste like sour words.
I feel like a hurricane.
I look like your discontent.
I have ocean deep blue eyes.
I have waterfall lids and rushing river cheeks.
My head is one thing and my heart is another.
It’s a huge toss-up between logic and love and resistance between the two.
But logic takes the second row at the end, for I am hideously heart-led.
SSSSSSHHHHH!!!!!!!!