she? me?

who is she
what is she
she is what
she is love
love is she
i love love
i love?
am i love?
i am love..

but.

So long ago
it looks like so long ago

And when I look back
My heart is restless

I cry a little

I would want to laugh
but
I cry a little

I am trying

I am trying
real hard
not to shout

but it must come out

one day

I must say

no way..

Drip Drop..

I’m
creatively
good
at the art of bleeding.
It was just a cut.
Wonder why
you’re
all blue
now.

Drip
Drop
Drip
Drop
Drip
Drop
Drip
No
More...

Blind

Blind
Love is not
Lust is..

Yet U dont!

Do U love me?
yes U do.
Yet U dont!
Coz U belive, insist & live in DONT!
.
Do I love U?
Yes I do.
Yet I dont.
Coz I realize, understand, accept U WONT.

lost

that which is lost
was once found
it is better to have lost
than not found it at all !

Now I measure life with table spoons.

So I suggest u may stop

i was madly deeply in love that time.. cud never understood what she wrote that time.. read it now after almost 2 years.. got to know what you meant.. thank you..






Don’t make me so used to hearing ur giggle
everyday dat I miss it wen m low…
Don’t make me so used to ur funny jokes
dat I cry wen I miss them all alone…

Don’t make me like u so much dat
it breaks ur heart wen I make d wrong choice
Don’t make me use u so much dat
u hate it wen I am away in my rejoice

Ur the one who is at fault
Cuz ur t one to bring it on urself

Ur the one who’s inviting the fall
N ur the one not stopping
Evn though u’ve sensed the halt

So I suggest u may stop
Stop while evrything’s stil pretty
N d luks r pleasing
N t humour so witty

Cuz the more u drift away
into the madness of infatuation
The more u’l feel the pain

The more u’d want me to go away
And the more u’l hate it wen I luk at u again…

shit

sometimes i feel like shit
being treated like toilet paper
used and abused time and again
dont know what i am
or what i have to be
dont give a damn about the world
that's what i thought i needed to believe
but the world screws u when u trust this
that's what i learned but was too late
now the tension is creeping up like a stack of crap
now i think my nerves will crack
want to be alone, that's what half of me wants
other half doesn't like the idea of life
i guess i will just rest my pieces
wherever i may die!!!

Why

And then I say Why

But I don't

Say

And think about it

All I do is cry

my ist tattoo

thank you mohua mandal for this tattoo :)