FAKE WORLD, HARSH REALITY....

Faking a laugh, faking a smile,
Hiding the truth behind a mask, while

my heart is breaking into pieces
with every smile that I give
That's the life that I live....

Used to believe in fairy tales, thinking it's a beautiful world
Then i was appalled with the truth that this world holds

I tried to fool myself and hide behind my dreams
Tried to make everything as simple as it seems

But deep inside, there were thousands of bursting tears,
with every smile that I used to give
that's the life that I live

Ended up with a broken heart,
ended up with my life ripped apart......

Ended up left alone in the darkness, crying,
Gave up n just quit trying.........

VALENTINES DAY...

Hearts and roses and kisses galore...
What the hell is that stuff for...
People get mushy and start acting queer...
It's definitely the most annoying day of the year...

This day needs to get the hell over with and pass...
Before I shove a dozen roses up Cupid's ass...
I'll spend the day so drunk I can't speak...
And wear all black for the rest of the week...


Guys act all sweet but soon it will fade...
For all they are doing is trying to get laid...
The arrow cupid shot at me must not have hit...
Because I think love is a humongous pile of shit...


So there's my story...what can I say...
Love bites ass...SCREW VALENTINE'S DAY...

P.S. - No offence meant !!!

I BEG YOU...

I am not begging you to love me,
I am not really even asking you,
But isn't it alright...if I cherish that hope in my heart??


If I dream of just holding your hand,
It will hurt me, not you.
I will try to keep my eyes from shining when they see you!
And I promise, I ll try not to smile a special smile ...
When you say hello..


But please don't ask me not to love you....

I WONDER...

I wonder,when a butterfly leaves the safety of its cocoon,does it know how beautiful it has become?Or does it still see itself as a caterpiller?

I wonder,why i’m so full of these endless thoughts,about the way i feel inside and why i cant ever get it right?

I wonder, if I can make anyone understand and there be no reason to think twice?

I wonder, if i changed, would my heart still race or would it march to a new beat?

I wonder, if i suddenly went blind, would you look in to my eyes?

I wonder what happens when i grow old and all my stories have been told?

I wonder why i wonder? I wonder to understand life.

The question is not when will we die, but how will we live? Think, how do you see yourself? All the struggles you’ve had and overcome, all the situations you’ve faced are somehow different than anyone else. Perhaps I’m a caterpillar who doesn’t realize that I am a beautiful butterfly. To live is not to understand life, but understand yourself. Life is not objective it is subjective. You’ve probabaly heard it before, but life is what you make it. Sometimes the things we can’t change, end up changing us. There are so many things to wonder, there must be more to life. God, religion, self, identity, love, hate, future and past. These are things to wonder.

I wonder, can I make something of this life?

Why can my mind never quite grasp the true essence of things? How is it that people are capable of treating each other so cruelly? And what is the ultimate way to become happy? Is happiness even a possible constant?

Sometimes I think about the story of the blind men who touch different parts of an elephant and say what they think it is, “a horse,” “a couch,” “a tree” – without realizing that they are only looking at a part of the whole, and that they are incorrect. 

I often feel like one of those blind men. When I feel like I’ve got a grasp on things, I start to worry that maybe I’m just full of it and am really missing the larger picture of life – so I’m not really getting anything, and I’m not going anywhere.

And is it just me, or do some people really not care about understanding life as long as their immediate needs get satisfied? Because that truly baffles me, I just can’t imagine being satisfied that simply and sometimes, I wish I could.......