Do you still think of me
When you log in to that website?
How we started talking
And what we used to write
Do you still think of me
When your shift at work ends?
How you always called me up
And how we became friends
Do you still think of me
When you're cruising on your bike?
How the wind crept into our hair
And all our feelings seemed alike
Do you still think of me
When you bite into that pizza slice?
How we went out, only us
And how everything was so nice
Do you still think of me
When you hear that funny song?
How we jumped, hopped and swayed
And how we danced so long
Do you still think of me
Before you sleep each night?
How we used to talk for hours
We'd always end up in a fight
Do you still think of me
When you're on a rooftop?
How we lay, and watched the stars
And time would seem to stop
Do you still think of me
And all we used to do?
Cause every time I think of me
I remember you.
29th June '08
Monday, June 30, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Loves' Story..
So many poems written
So many gifts given
The phases often mingle
Now committed, now single
In and out we fall
Love blinds us all
We roll along a dream
Under life's sinful scheme
Now blissful, now distressed
It revolves in contest
To subdue the others' gain
Triumphs pleasure, now wins pain
A rotation of the sort
That can never abort
The feelings of the brain
For matters so mundane
25th June '08
So many gifts given
The phases often mingle
Now committed, now single
In and out we fall
Love blinds us all
We roll along a dream
Under life's sinful scheme
Now blissful, now distressed
It revolves in contest
To subdue the others' gain
Triumphs pleasure, now wins pain
A rotation of the sort
That can never abort
The feelings of the brain
For matters so mundane
25th June '08
Monday, June 2, 2008
Oxymoron
Love behold! Ive found a path
That leads not your way
Stories foretold, by a many a men
Come to their end this day
If you happen to meet him, oh love
You will know not to preach again
And if you wind up, where I stand now
There are chances youll feel the pain
And so love behold! Ive found a path
That doesnt run to you
Hatred I am told, is not the way out
But it is a road frontward and new.
1st June '08
That leads not your way
Stories foretold, by a many a men
Come to their end this day
If you happen to meet him, oh love
You will know not to preach again
And if you wind up, where I stand now
There are chances youll feel the pain
And so love behold! Ive found a path
That doesnt run to you
Hatred I am told, is not the way out
But it is a road frontward and new.
1st June '08
Long Fingers
Red drops trickle
Onto your bed
A few tears shed
You break into a sweat
On your forehead
Your eyes are closed
You slowly moan
And you groan
Permanently wounding bliss
But you're alone!
Realization hits you
Your mind does a swirl
And a twirl
You lost it to yourself!
Those are long fingers, girl
1st June '08
Onto your bed
A few tears shed
You break into a sweat
On your forehead
Your eyes are closed
You slowly moan
And you groan
Permanently wounding bliss
But you're alone!
Realization hits you
Your mind does a swirl
And a twirl
You lost it to yourself!
Those are long fingers, girl
1st June '08
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