August 5, 2009
Hi Fellas! Following is something that I came up with during the time my precious YearBook was under construction. Although I couldn't make it very complete or appealing, yet thought it best to post it here, so it can be read by you:
This world around me,
its fun 2 b in.
As i fight 2 stay awake,
midst of my day,
rough as it is,
ain't no piece of cake.
Define love- the toughest question of all times,
comes to haunt me. Sick as it is,
this world is love-stricken.
The existence of a new paradigm
of operability, adds a flavor
of tranquility
which is why love is referred to as
God in some places n the inexplicable
in others.
But one thing that persists
is the purity n sanctity
that true love holds.
I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications
Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
Perhaps it's just imagination
Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It's time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation
At least there's pretty lights
And though there's little variation
It nullifies the night from overkill
Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Come back another day
I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications
Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
It's just overkill
Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away.