Sordid conversations

We wish you were there
In drunken dreams, in love
In times of desperation
And aching gaps of existence

Former love, we say
But who are we kidding?
We long for you evermore
The present lies soaked in the past

It was so full of dreams of the future

One tires of love and friendship
One tires of all those meaningful meaningless words
One really does tire of looking at that door ajar
I guess we shall never love again


I want to tell you I told you so
I hate you for losing your bet
I trample, I tread, I slaughter
And promises, they are meant to be broken

Be Quiet

there are times when we get disillusioned with everything around us ..times when everything seems meaningless.....times which throws out our beliefs in everything we based our selves on ....

times when we abandon the over-rated thing we call hope....times when we fear our future coz the present is dismaying.....times when you dont hear ur inner soul speak to you ...times when we feel bereft unfounded, groundless ......times when there is time n there is no time......times when you just dont know....!!!!!

...... n those r times whn u need to hold on.....hold on n stay with everything you have ....hold on n stay n be quiet ...hold n stay n be quiet ......n shhhhhh ....no desperation....for this is the test of your forbearance ....wait ...for the spring to roll back again ...wait for the roads to speak back to you again ...wait for the sky to be blue again ....wait for the water soaked earth to dry up ..so tht u can walk in the sunshine ...till then ...shhh ..be quiet...no noises...hold on ... shhhhh... wait.......