~ Those eyes ~

They speak of sorrow,
They speak of grief
The eyes of him who has seen more
Than his fair share
Of hopeless horror, nothingness and despair

And eternity would be
Too short a time
To attempt to erase
From mind's eye
All that this mortal eye has seen

It comes like the lightning,
sudden and fierce
The memories are shivers down my spine
I have risen from their reality,
But I'm haunted by their visions

In the innocent's corner i lie
Stripped of my sanity
I have seen that
Which i should not have had to see.
I have have felt what no one should feel.
Fate has dealt to me
An irrevocable memory
I pay richly for it.

They speak of injustice
They speak of bitterness
They speak of horror
They speak of doom

The eyes of him who has seen more
Than his fair share
Of hopeless horror, nothingness and despair.

!!!My Friends!!!

This is dedicated to the four people in my life who’ve helped me through it all…
In their order of appearace :)

Charu, Gladson, Anjali n’ Saumi

It was the year of the millenium,
N’ I was in grade three
I did’nt notice her much,
But I guess she noticed me.
The second, I was accquainted with in grade seven.
That irritating kid was such a wannabe
What I did’nt realise, was that that kid,
Was my best friend to be.
The third, I met in grade eight,
The tomboy who was kinda like me…
I guess, you could say that I was the lock,
N’ she was the key…
The fourth in grade nine
And thoughi thought it was late,
It did’nt take long for us to be.
He always looks out for me.
These people helped discover me,
And have made me who I am.
And now I realise, we’ve a year before we ccreep away,
And depart, our own separate ways.
And I hope to God,
That I don’t lose them along my way.
Cause sincei’ve been seven, and now I’m 16,
They’ve been the ones who’ve helped me be me.

To me, they mean the world

~~ Thanks for bein’ there guys!!! Love ya all so much!!! ~~

IrOnY

There once lived an ant named irony.
The bee loved it.
The flower was grateful.
The soil felt fresh.
The earthworm wriggled in glee
.The simple miracles of everyday.
A blue sky. Pollution.
The trees growing. Deforestation.
The raindrops falling. Acid rain.
The fields of wheat growing. The pests within.
The deep blue sea. The toxic waste.
Snow flakes falling. Glaciers melting.
Money spent on security systems. Terrorism.
A hue and cray about values and morals. Crime rates soaring.
The best education money can get. The worst character someone could posses.

There once lived an ant named irony.
The bee loved it.
The flower was grateful.
The soil felt fresh.
The sun from it's zenith set in the horizon.

Why???

Why do people complicate life? Why are they confused? Why do they vehemently oppose help? Why do they choose to live in a state of denial? Why is life so empty for them? Why do they not care about things? Why do they hide behind their mask of oblivion? What drives them to extremities? Why do people not realise the hurt they cause, the permanent scars they carve on hearts, so unfeelingly? Why do people act before they think? Why do people change? Why do people hide within illusions? Why do people create an atmosphere of fear and doubt? Why is there no more love among people? Why does everyone look out for themselves, only themselves and no one else? Why are people blinded by hatred, hurt and pain? Why do politics exist? Why are people double minded? Why can't people accept the truth? Why is life unfair? Why do people have to make difficult choices? Why are people blind? Why do people feel alienated? Why do they hate so much? Why can't people listen? Why can't friends be friends? Why do people go on taking and never give? Why do people wanna hurt themselves and others around them? Why are people so hard on themselves? Why are people afraid? Why does fear exist? Why is the world so lost? Why can't it redeem itself? Why is there no peace? Why is there no faith? Why is there no purpose? No destiny? No love? No sense of direction? No patience? No love? No truth? no faith? No love?

Why?

You or me?

What do you do when you realise that you've violated your own rules....the very value you stood for, that you were passionate about, is now screamin' at you in the face.....
What's worse?
Letting down someone you love or letting yourself down?
What i don't understand is why we choose to delude ourselves and then stand back and comment on how surreal life is...
What happens when you have to choose between morals and ethics....or are they the same?
Do people actually change or is it just a masquerade? Do they hide behind a mask just to make you feel OK and then end up being a complete mess because of that?
Why don't people try and accept other people for who they are?....it's not like any one's perfect....Hypocrisy at it's best.
What do you do when no one shares the same passion as you? Go for it alone or collapse under the pressure?
Who are we?
The one who walks down the battered road or the forgotten....
Are we really as different as we think we are.....or are we the same...just like everyone else....?
The best of life wasted in the thoughts of emotions.