It ends here
i am not here to tell how it all began
but to tell u that how it is all ending
with all those strength i fall down
to touch the ground beneath my feet
with life now shattered and in vain
i can feel the real pain in my head
thinking of all those failures
and ironical things hounding me
it was like ten thousand spoons
when all u need is a knife
i am just 21 and a tyro still
but the fate has never been bright
i did all what i was told to
but things werent so stark
and i had been beating my brains out
trying to impress those powerul figures
to attain a status and a position
which was ironically affronting to think of
and then that idea of a tart
selling all the way for that apple pie
half eaten and half roasted
to smell so offensive and infected
that i sniffled my body all night
i could hear those cries of heart
all through those deluding nights
i want to shun away and run
but there is no escape from ones soul
that repentence those grudges
i had a heavy heart those times
as if i stood nowhere but was
running everywhere with empty hands
begging those full-bodied pesonalities
to make my soul complete and free
and its now too late to ask for
one day when i can be myself
but i holler till my belly ache
i am so young,
so young now
when tomorrow comes i can do it all again
all again?
but to tell u that how it is all ending
with all those strength i fall down
to touch the ground beneath my feet
with life now shattered and in vain
i can feel the real pain in my head
thinking of all those failures
and ironical things hounding me
it was like ten thousand spoons
when all u need is a knife
i am just 21 and a tyro still
but the fate has never been bright
i did all what i was told to
but things werent so stark
and i had been beating my brains out
trying to impress those powerul figures
to attain a status and a position
which was ironically affronting to think of
and then that idea of a tart
selling all the way for that apple pie
half eaten and half roasted
to smell so offensive and infected
that i sniffled my body all night
i could hear those cries of heart
all through those deluding nights
i want to shun away and run
but there is no escape from ones soul
that repentence those grudges
i had a heavy heart those times
as if i stood nowhere but was
running everywhere with empty hands
begging those full-bodied pesonalities
to make my soul complete and free
and its now too late to ask for
one day when i can be myself
but i holler till my belly ache
i am so young,
so young now
when tomorrow comes i can do it all again
all again?

2 Comments:
At 8:24 AM,
Anonymous said…
Girish,
Sometimes, we dont think about our past. Most of the times, we are worried about our future. But it is between this "Sometimes" and "most of the times" that we often forget to work out an important element of our Present.. Introspect!
The way you bring things into perspective does not reflect anything new - it simply forces you to delve further in your own thought process...
...and meanwhile, come back to your blog and read the next entry :-)!
Nice thought! Keep up the good work!
At 5:44 PM,
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