PURNAMIDAM - mindlessly mindful

I tried I tried to live ideal I tried to live polite I tried to live healthy I tried to live wealthy I tried to live poor I tried to live happy I tried to live successful I tried to live saintly I tried to live crazy I tried to live wise I tried to live in love I tried to live in despise I tried to live to please you I tried to live to please me and finally, I realized we always need to try to live but dying is the only thing that doesn't make you work while I was trying to live, I learned how to die. 

She stole, she hid, she lied. She deceived and she cheated.  Sounds like a very, very wrong women, doesn't she?     She stole glances at strangers on the street to imagine their stories. She hid herself from the world in fear of being hurt. She lied to herself, when she told they couldn't hurt her no more. She deceived her friends, when she all alone, danced herself into the night She cheated the Sun every morning, when the bed and wine chained her feet and mind Still sounds like a very, very wrong women, doesn't she?

True love is on its way , a little far a little stray. But here to stay, after all the price we pay. True love is no mystery, it is the in fact the simplest complexity. It is the thirst of humanity, to be quenched by its proximity. True love is a sham some days, it's a the claw that clams my grace. I see the bright blue Sunrays at the beach as my heart floats away, dancing with waves. True love!? ‘huh’! I let out a small laugh; for a humanity that's forgotten it's clause. All my will is beat and still, as I watch the world in a languid pause.

Public Friends Friends except acquaintances Only Me Custom college greenpeace See all lists... stall tr Origin Beanstalk Creative Consultants Lok Puram Public School Greenpeace India Mumbai, Maharashtra, India Area Thoughtrains Designs Pvt. Ltd. Family Acquaintances Go Back Don't talk to me you're not my best friend don't talk to me you're not the one I love don't talk to me as you're simply not me Take your opinionated hands off of me As they are just too heavy To allow them to rest on my puny body You can't hold me by your stupefying care You can't hold me by your diabetic love If at all you want to hold me, hold me by the noose The real one Share with me your dreams and visions Your imaginations Share with me your thoughts and tastes Maybe even your mistakes Share with me your innermost demons and fear But your love, never! And even if you do Don't be startled if you receive In return a deceive As I can only return what I have in this he

Turn at the corner, don't look back! The walls rise behind you, of memories, as they stack. Oh and that just rhymed! But did it make sense? Of course! The rhyme was on purposes, so put down your macro lens.   Life! they said, wasn't about finding a meaning, but about giving the meaning. I know I broke my rhyme scheme, but what is it, when compared to broken dreams.   Day and night, drop by drop, we collect sweet nothings. Only to drop the sweet at every corner and move ahead with NOTHING.   How many more corners? Haven't I come a full circle yet? I know circles don't have corners But this is far less weird than it often gets.   You ask me stupid questions ‘Are you hurt?’ Disappointed may be ‘Did you learn?’ I don't know ‘Have you changed?’ May be by an inch. But for once will you care To tell me ‘It will be alright' Oh, and please as you say it Try not to flinch.   I love you I h