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In Ze Garden of Gud n Evilz

Ok...breaking point.
Sollutions didnt work...
i think i did the worst this time.
sigh.
Shud hav quit when it was possible
shud have worked harder Earlier!
But I have to thank all those who hav helped
the light at the end of the synapses
its real
its called thoughts and conscience
and it tells you to get things done
oh and I wanna say this:
there was a time when we shout on the roads,
people listened and changed things,
these days, if you dress like a whore to fight for their rights,
people think you're jst a whore,
nothing more and nothing less.

its a methaphor
in a meth addicted world
love is not real
pain is
and hunger :)
and the gud part...
hemmm...
I dont know
maybe i'll jst sleep this off
long overdue
O..o

Comments

Jeevan said…
Sometimes things go out of our hand. Look for good time bro, Hugss.
Nahuatl said…
Reality hurts.
I feel you bro
Cinderella. said…
THis too shall pass bhai.
Hang in there.
d SINNER!!! said…
awesome....

i think i know what u talkin abt...
Nice wordz folk.
Miladysa said…
Even your rants are poetic.

Pop your head out and enjoy the weekend Ghosty - life is too short not too :-D
Solitaire said…
A lot can be said about people these days.

Forget about them. Tend to yourself.
Alok said…
I liked the conversation here Siva ... the poetic conversation with the poet himself .... and who cares wht others think, till the time you know wht you r doing .... and once you reach there everything else becomes immaterial ... everything else ....


Alok
tulipspeaks said…
hugs!

better now?



ammu.
Keshi said…
If pain is real, why isnt love real Ghosty?

Keshi.
Miladysa said…
Ghosty are you OK?
Cinderella. said…
Update madi bhai !!

Yen madtidiya so long ?
Ghost Particle said…
[cindy] tum ke mujke piyaar sona mental kuch problem hota hai suno suno going pyar nuts. :D
Kavi said…
Sleep through. Sleep off. Times they are changing
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