*sigh*

Sing it loud and clear.I’ll always be waiting for you.

Yeah I’ll always be waiting for you.

And it’s you I see, but you don’t see me.

And it’s you I hear, so loud and clear.

I sing it loud and clear.

And I’ll always be waiting for you,.

So I look in your direction,

But you pay me no attention,

And you know how much I need you,

But you never even seen me.

Shiver-Coldplay

Life..

it lay on the grass: dejected; depressed and helpless. it's old withered surface refelcted the tyranny its got, ignored, abandoned and alone. the once red rose had turned to brown, the misery, i could not see.
the once alive, enjoying the first drop of rain, the first glance of a lover, the first ray of the sun, the first gust of wind. The rose, left its place to welcome a new bud, a new life.
The depressing sight of its once strong stem, its petals once bright and gay, the thorns once fresh and sharp...
Happiness and sorrow had all left it, it was alone; in the dark, in the day, in the rain. Life had vanished from its once pretty leaves, ..it was alone, the rain, the sun, the wind, the grass, the new bud, had all left it...
this rose and no one else...

[ps. if u dint get the metaphorical meaning of the word ' alone', dont proceed readin it :)]

My world...

Just cant help thinkin...

It's so unnatural.

It's like my thoughts are ersatz.

All compositions betray me the moment i pen them down, they form some aberrant words, which i feel, are soo not my own.

I kno, i cannot, nor can others, invade my world, but then even thats not my own.

That world which blooms in my imagination and perishes as an incubus, the world which consists of my dreams, my wishes, why fantasies and my characters.

Characters, which seem to die everyday, seem to live everyday, seem to hurt me everyday and seem to mend me everyday. the characters i call human, are one of those fragile 'things ' in my world who hav emotions but no emotions, a life but no life, a death but no death...

This world contains mounatains of my wishes, the clouds of my fantasies, and a land as pure as my dreams. My family is my shadow; without it i'll be incomplete, alone and unnatural.

My friends are that wind, always there, but never there.

Betrayel is one vice that penetrates in my world through foreign intruders, while falsehood and materialism are two vices my chracters are born with.

wat are the vices i possess? i kno and i dont.

My world, i decide, is not the one i wanted, i must leave it, now.

How can i ? i built it... the characters, the elements, the land, the sky....everything is mine. Its not, is the reply...