You taught me how to stand on my feet...
and how to march to life's beat..
You inspired me to lead a life,
where there was love, understanding..but no strife,
your ideals still i bear inside,
your advices, still throng my mind...

Yet now, your own words you choose to deny!!
Your actions, all but make me with despair cry...
So, now, how would you justify, to me??
This utter betrayal, this base treachery??

4 comments:

With every post u write.. there is so much u convey without actually spelling it out.. and a piece of the jigsaw that I think may (or may not) be your life falls into place.. This fact actually stops me from saying things like "Awesome poetry", "Keep it up!", "Wonderful". It is all of that.. But somehow I get the feeling that you are not actually writing it here to get that praise.. well I only get a part of the complete picture from anyone's blog and I may actually be misinterpreting it.. But May God give u the strength..

And yes.. it is actually awesome poetry. When I read things like these, I feel like wiping my blog out! Great job.

Oh and this same comment applies to the previous post as well.

@mobiharry...
I am indebted to u for trying to understand......and I have a feeling that you are indeed getting the right picture, or rather, the one I'm trying to project......
Thank you once again....
and this blog is just an attempt to ease the burden...to lighten up...to deliver myself from the pain....

There's a slight air of hesitation around me while I call your beautiful lines a "Wonderful" poem,cos more often I see the pain and agony that's relected in your poems and I am unsure of how to comment on it and I can't hold myself either.Anyways,writing is the best way to free yourself of all the thoughts,confusions and the pain buddy and I am sure your attempts will help you ease yourself out.

@vizzy...
thank you..
please feel free to say anything and everything you want to.....

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Who am I?? all I am sure about is that I am not the person who goes about with my face and body.... he is too mild, too vulnerable, too logical, too bound by social conventions, easily distracted and more easily disturbed......I'm much more....calculative, unscruplous, determined...more vicious than virtuous....everything I'm not supposed to be in real life....

About this blog

This is not just a blog to assuage any teenaged addiction….not now that I have passed that stage…

This is just another version of life…very much like the others that you will see…with the only exception that the narrator happens to possess a twisted, warped and tortured mind….a mind that has suffered, and is still suffering from the obstacles put forward by life in its path…this is the story of the HOLLOWS, that fill up my life……   

however, I admit….I am happy…happy that I can no longer complain of not being aware of what goes on in the big, bad world….happy that I have been exposed to the nuances  of life at this age….happy, because I can no longer plead ignorance of the reality…that there is not much out there which can confound me….that the shock which initially hit me has consequently reduced the chances of a repeat substantially…..

And last of all…I am relieved, because I can no longer get lost in the dark depths of depression…not when I have spent so much time there that this is like home to me…

Being overtly pessimistic, am i?? well….can’t help it much…this is what I call my life…..


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