Lifts me up to no-where..jilts me and drops me to the ground
Anger is my anchor...keeps me rooted
My own notion of myself, jeopardizes me
So I take refuge in, what others think of me
I wish I could spend days in a state of delirium
Delirious with love, passion and matters of heart
But here I am, with code staring at me, mind clogged with work
While my heart moves out of the window, to fend for itself
Will a cup of steaming coffee bring me back to myself..for a little while?
This world has lost it glory, lets start a brand new story, Now My Love!
7 comments:
awssum..!!
gr8 wrk...!!
i luv da last line
Will a cup of steaming coffee bring me back to myself..for a little while?
keep ryting
DASVADANIYA
suvaiba..!
Hey..thanks for dropping in and liking it :)
'So I take refuge in, what others think of me'. This is what many of us do; but do we know what others really think of us? I think the best refuge is a world of make-believe, the world of the nightingale in the ode of Keats, or the place, 'jahan door nazar dauraien/azaad gagan lehraye'.
And you'll need something stronger than coffee.
Syed - We dont know what others think of us exactly, but we indulge ourselves with nice things.
:) Yes I will need I guess. But I would like to be high on life..as I used to be..all the time
I can relate to your lines. Sometimes even today I hear those haunting beeps from my Bangalore cubicle!
"I take refuge in, what others think of me"
yea, we have our lil sources of sanity..this is my major one on my bad days too.
beautiful read :)
@Tapas - :)
@hopelessly flawed - Thanks :)
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