13th November '08
You go on in life rescuing others, bringing hope streaks to shine here and there.....wishing, secretly wishing, that it shines on you, or is brought to you.
What thing? ll
You go on in life rescuing others, bringing hope streaks to shine here and there.....wishing, secretly wishing, that it shines on you, or is brought to you.
The reality is. It's you who wants to be rescued. From this, that and others. It's you who wants to be free.
So you write.
To let your words flow freely. And the pen you use, doesn't work. The second one's ink doesn't flow. Freedom! Hah. You're caged. caged. caged. caged. caged. Behind bars of restlessness.
You live through a day. Days. Weeks. Months. Waiting for your turn. Each turn turns into another or anothers. Weird sentence, Huh? You won't get. Hahaha.
Small things. Meaningful small things. Oh, such melancholy over such a small thing!
What thing? ll
6 comments:
There is some truth in this!
WRITE A BOOK OF POEMS>>>>>SERIOUSLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
why make people pay yaar?
when they can read it for free here.
:)
maybe i'll write a book about a cartoon character...who'll take off after you
;)
yeah....there's a lot of truth in it....
i write the truth, and nothing but the truth....
Hmmm then what about those people who're selfish and don't rescue others..are more bothered about themselves? Do they want to be rescued..or are they scared?
Ofcourse we want to be rescued..don't we deserve to be?
everyone (excluding none) needs to be rescued....
.....but can anyone and everyone rescue anyone or everyone?...that's the question
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