Friday, July 30, 2010

She was afterall a stranger

She showed me love,
she had a soft voice,
the lies,white as a dove,
then i looked at her twice,
thrice it occured to me,
she couldnt be the one u warned me bout,
vice that she showed to me,
I had a craving,greater than my doubt,
The candies she gave were not poison,
she asked me if i knew the way to the horizon,
I shook my head in despair,
for I knew i lost it,
She said she was going there,
If i want we can find it,
She took me,and the horizon i saw,
and I live there now,
she forgot the way back,maa,
she left me there,
So it seems that u spoke the truth,
u warned me bout the dangers
and I never lissened to u,
cuz mama,i talked to a stranger...

A fortuitous meaning

Waiting for the sun,burning up the addict,
Wondering about the addiction,or if its vice versa,
Cut a part of us,Filling up the red ink,
for an emotion on paper when you forgot where the words are,
The truthful lies,leaving some faithful behind,
A baneful vice leaving some fretful lives,
Motley of colors and you cant see the white,
Ah smooth divine! Comparing some lines to ur fives,
All this and much more,much above,
Are the things we do for love,
so pack an extra round of the five senses
and the things we do for love.


-Shubit