Of people, passion and egos

Life never runs in black and white but is a motley of various shades of grey, the contrast of the grey keeps shifting with time and situations leading to some interesting events. With a penchant for pessimism, my blogs may be darker. So I plan to rope in others to fill some spaces to make it a bit colorful and worth loggin onto.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

black bile

There was a pretty place,
where we've been before.
hand in hand we walked along the shore,
but u dont want to go there , do you?

The sounds of a distant songbird,
resembles the song we've shared before.
when we understood the lyrics , the score
but u dont really care for music , do you?

There was time when u knew my name,
you called it loud again and again.
that was then we spoke so true,
but u dont really know my name , do u?

There was a tear that fell on my hand,
when u held in urs a tighter clasp,
moist yet it remains unforgetful of our parting,
but u dont need me , do u?

there was in u a loneliness when i was amiss,
the tears of joy, the immense bliss
that fell on me when u hugged.
but u dont wanna be near me , do u?

There was a time when my words were pure,
to ur ears there were sure,
i write a lot to let u know.
but u dont really care for words , do u?