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Provoked
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The “American Citizen” sitting on the sofa
By bombarding anti-Islamic messages
Into believing he is a soldier in the Iraq war
That he is above citizens in all other nations.
Provoked
The anti reservationist middle class youth
By the media
Into keeping your guard up
When someone less privileged
Asks for a favour.
Provoked
A naive girl walking home from school
Into being a feminist
Who will never even give a good man a chance
By the roadside romeos whistling as she passes everyday
Provoked
A man who once respected women
Into being a possessive crazed husband
By his first love
Who betrayed him
In a world of crime and immorality
Its easy to be provoked
Its easy to harden yourself
Its easy to be an anti-establishment iconoclast
Try being okay with being forgiving
Try being okay with being vulnerable
Try being better than your circumstances
And what they should have made you.
Vicious Circle
12:59 AMRound and round
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On a cruel carousel
Lets see if you can not fall again
My moods traverse
My centre not sure
Where to place itself
Pulled n a million directions
Time seems to be zooming past me
Leaving me to pick up the pieces
Of a future I cant change
Running to stay still.
Running.
Running.
I used to like running.
When I was very small.
Untitled
12:51 AMwho knows what happens next.
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moods play on.
time passes slow.
we dont run the show.
we get frustrated, it doesnt feel right.
its not as if we could handle the floor
but we still want to hold the night.
friends sing along.
family isnt always wrong.
but maybe we dont value the promise of forever
its overshadowed by the reality of a physical buffer.
but...
..but a lot of things, i guess.
jobs
work
family
friends
me
my love
my search for a passion
my obsession with what i currently think is my passion
life
is hard
even when its all smooth
what do u do with smoothness
its dull
an insult to your capability to cope
but rough roads we must lament to You.
im going back to knowing myself.
salvaging my life.
choosing my life.
it feels good.
it was not as good earlier.
cause this time its tougher.
time wasted is just unregretted introspection.
it feels like...welcome fresh air.
new.
it feels new.
new is good.
practicality vs. ideals
moods vs. practicalitySunday, June 17, 2007
Lachrymation
1:41 AMIt comes down to this
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At the end of a day
Exactly like the one before
When you walk out of the bathroom
On a very very routine day
When the shiver of your wet hair
Catches you
As it runs down the nape of your neck
To soak the first inch of the towel that drapes you
When unbeckoned
Unbidden
The tears come
Threaten to threaten your breathing
As they cascade into no longer swallowable convulsions
From the very base of your throat
Into uncontrollable spasms
Who do you call?
Who will not judge?
Who will not need a reason?
Who will not be foolish enough
To say it'll be alright?
Because it won't, you know.