I lie on my bed coughing a hoarse cry
I am old and my life is done and still I cease to die
Its just a question that i wanted to ask myself
Have I lived a lie??
The bucks were earned, the women spurned
And the youth mighty well spent where eye was returned for an eye
The infirm age haunts me to ask
Have I not lived a lie.
The highest peaks were scaled for fun, jumps were made from the skies
Lived a life that demanded respect, there's not a thing that I did n't try
Yet the conscience speaks from within and earnestly beseeches..
Why .. why did you live a lie??
And the day will shortly arrive, when men will whimper and cry
For their moribund life will cease to exist as the days pass by
And then when he bids his final good bye, he will still have no answer to
"Why did I live a lie, Why did I live a lie??"
Sumit
Monday, August 15, 2011
The One
The heart is worth a million bucks, but not all that one needs to know
The whims of one might match a star for others might just say a NO
A mighty heart once had a wish that called for a stroke of luck
It passed his head night and day, and the thought was all that stuck
A laborious errand some mates yelled and some lampooned the aspire
some dismissed it as a thought in lust some claimed it pristine desire
what started as a thought in jest turned an obsession, he did decree
no mortal force could hold him back for twelve was four times three.
'what I am looking for is simple, a chore nothing like the ones of yore' did he quip.
All i look for is the finest damsel with a mole on the upper lip
The cities were searched the towns were done and so were all places under the sun..
the luckless lad now turns to you. "Did you happen to spot the one??"
Sumit:)
The whims of one might match a star for others might just say a NO
A mighty heart once had a wish that called for a stroke of luck
It passed his head night and day, and the thought was all that stuck
A laborious errand some mates yelled and some lampooned the aspire
some dismissed it as a thought in lust some claimed it pristine desire
what started as a thought in jest turned an obsession, he did decree
no mortal force could hold him back for twelve was four times three.
'what I am looking for is simple, a chore nothing like the ones of yore' did he quip.
All i look for is the finest damsel with a mole on the upper lip
The cities were searched the towns were done and so were all places under the sun..
the luckless lad now turns to you. "Did you happen to spot the one??"
Sumit:)
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Bullsshit day
Its a little difficult to know where to start when you dont know what to start with.. But..,
When your eyes are moist and heart filled with fear.. at the thought that he, whom u called your friend is nowhere near..
But you convince yourself for your heart is a fool that my friend might not be here.. but he is here, somewhere here, somewhere near..
Hmmm.. sentiap ki dukaan.. one might say..but its come out well.. has nt it?
I am a bore.. so is this world.. to come up with a day for everything, every damn occasion.. from the most frivolous of things to the highly arcane and sophisticated. Picture this I just figured that there is a 'World Husbands harassed by wife day' when the Husbands use the equally battered husbands shoulder to weep and weep more, or the 'International kiss day' when one is supposed to land a kiss on any hapless living soul encountered. And the target has to take things in the right spirit it seems(God knows what spirit is being referred to) and also The international give me a job day.. well the title speaks for itself.. I wont go any further(wink wink).
Ok.. so one might ask what is the deal.. there is no deal, but the irony lies in the fact that what after the day has passed.. and the celebration and the gaiety is over?? Done?? Thats it? Well.. to Celebrate is one thing but then to celebrate and then forget is another, which seems to be the case in every darn day celebrated. I am writing this only because i need some fodder as a subject that will make people read, but then think over it for a moment. Why do we remember our friends only on this god forsaken First Sunday of every August and that which we are reminded after we see the umpteen posts and tags on facebook.
I just want to say that my friends mean what they do not on a friendship day or because its 'The Sunday', its the normal and same way you felt on any other day. And the fault is at my end if I call or message you once a year to wish you on this day not keeping in mind the 364 days that I have missed. The bottomline is
Miss me my friend and scold me when i m late
Beat me my friend and wish me too..
but not only when its the first Sunday of an August in 2008.
-Cheers guys
Happy Friendship Day;)
When your eyes are moist and heart filled with fear.. at the thought that he, whom u called your friend is nowhere near..
But you convince yourself for your heart is a fool that my friend might not be here.. but he is here, somewhere here, somewhere near..
Hmmm.. sentiap ki dukaan.. one might say..but its come out well.. has nt it?
I am a bore.. so is this world.. to come up with a day for everything, every damn occasion.. from the most frivolous of things to the highly arcane and sophisticated. Picture this I just figured that there is a 'World Husbands harassed by wife day' when the Husbands use the equally battered husbands shoulder to weep and weep more, or the 'International kiss day' when one is supposed to land a kiss on any hapless living soul encountered. And the target has to take things in the right spirit it seems(God knows what spirit is being referred to) and also The international give me a job day.. well the title speaks for itself.. I wont go any further(wink wink).
Ok.. so one might ask what is the deal.. there is no deal, but the irony lies in the fact that what after the day has passed.. and the celebration and the gaiety is over?? Done?? Thats it? Well.. to Celebrate is one thing but then to celebrate and then forget is another, which seems to be the case in every darn day celebrated. I am writing this only because i need some fodder as a subject that will make people read, but then think over it for a moment. Why do we remember our friends only on this god forsaken First Sunday of every August and that which we are reminded after we see the umpteen posts and tags on facebook.
I just want to say that my friends mean what they do not on a friendship day or because its 'The Sunday', its the normal and same way you felt on any other day. And the fault is at my end if I call or message you once a year to wish you on this day not keeping in mind the 364 days that I have missed. The bottomline is
Miss me my friend and scold me when i m late
Beat me my friend and wish me too..
but not only when its the first Sunday of an August in 2008.
-Cheers guys
Happy Friendship Day;)
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