A day in my life....

simple emotions complex expectations imaginary assumptions sudden realizations lost soul living in illusion complex role perpetual seclusion

Thin line between ego and self respect Thin line between what u giv and wat u expect Selfless soul or selfish whole We create our own role Good for one bad for the other One turns foe the other turns brother When selfless hurts selfish rises But is it selfish or just being thyself Rejection turns to endless bound Selflessness becomes less profound Something real or something unreal Its just this mind playing games in the end Searching for answers we fight so far In the end thin lines make us wat we are

My friend NAMAN wrote something for me....the context was his ipod "The path of the GIZMO FREAK is best on all sides by the inequities of the tyranny of technical failures but blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill, shepherds the e-distressed through the valley of TROUBLESHOOTING for he is truly a GIZMO FREAK himself and finder of lost electronics and I shall strike down upon thee with extreme vengence and furious anger those who wish to poison my brother and you will know I am your lord when I lay my vengenge upon you."

Every drop of tear Every smiling smear Is leaking out Is showing out in fear Not a tint of emotion is left within Even the smallest wound is left unseen Open in the sun with everything to show Not a piece of real is left for me alone Dry tears have bloated in the sky Pouts of sympathy question me why Just falling raindrops in the dark end spaces As naked emotions lie in transparent spaces

alms of sympathy flow around tragic life yet happy sound distant places of silent thorns invisibly creating tears unborn confused mind rolls over the conscience keeps swaying around the real reasons if life is cruel so be it what is cruel? ur own demerit good bad right and wrong everbody tries to sing their own song truth scares yet how much is true? i keep finding life and so do u

Hungry stomach yet lazy soul Structured thought yet confused role burdens of work yet nothing to do i keep doing my thing which i dont belive passing hrs yet nothing in hand many people yet barren land broken hearts yet happy faces crocdile tears yet genuine aces silent rumours yet loud thoughts in the end in vaccum someone rots....

I had friends but suddenly dont have any I live my life as if i have lived so many Silence is sweet yet sour somewhere Alone is good yet it does scare if searching is all i do what in the world will i ever belive wicked world yet sweet reality broken bridges yet no calamity virtual emotions as if life is new painted smiles as if they were for u scribbled lines yet no meaning filled up brain yet no cleaning serios paths yet nothing rhymes i keep writing all thes weird lines