Sunday, August 15, 2010

750!

750


Following the death of honor men,
Walking towards where it begins.
Two faced bullets I fire,
Escaping reality killing my dreams.
Hugging night over light.
Something’s wrong, asking me to decide.
Clustered anger and denial


High tides, winds glow
Distorted mirror show
Every drop making a hole!

Grand supper to make me strong,
It’s not waste but it’s wrong.
Changing season on my call,
It’s a cycle. No right & no wrong.
Not so easy holding on,
I need it. I am not a headstrong.
Further walks, gripping it tight,
Everything counts low, still can’t stop the harm.


High tides, winds glow
Distorted mirror show
Every pill makes a hole!

Shades of fire,
Shades of grey,
I know you enjoy the fucking show!
Sooner or later you will take me away!




Akash
15/08/2010

4 comments:

  1. ok, when the fuck did you start blogging!!!!! :P welcome to the blogging world kiddo! :) and the darkness still haunts you! :P

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  2. Shh...No kiddo anymore. :)
    And darkness? It's not a dark poem. Indeed, i don't even know if it fits in the category of poem or not

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  3. didnt get it at all..please explain

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  4. Hahaha

    You are not the only person who didn't get this! So, chill!

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