it was always easy to walk on the road,
with ur hand it seemed a little less longer,
nicer and exciting. there was a fear to fall,
a fear to feel the ground and know it all.
the fear rose, and so did i.... that day,
something happened. u gave up, and i was given in.
how did u know, how did u project my fate.
now, im sealed, and im done for. need the hand,
need tat day. every once and the, let me know.
if not by the word, by the eyes, let me know. let me go.
its my last few words, not my end yet.
for the walk and more. its my time.... hear i soar....
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
do the norm... earn some money... have a family.. raise a few well mannered kids who will eventually grow up to be like u, or may be adopt a kid, a dog may be. take ur wife out once in a week,look at other women, buy a few goodies for parents, may be a trip abroad would do, meet friends once in a while, may be never, depending on ur spouse,build a beautiful mansion,spend weeks thinking wat to name ur first grandchild, spend millions on marriages, one last world trip may be, and then... one day, jus die... heart attack, predictably... in all probability, jus die a normal death.... normal normal normal.... everything shud be normal... extraordinary is like a curse of the old witch... out of the norm is like a deep sea, and doin something different is like walking out of the line and falling flat...
why? have u wondered? may be u have, but may be u immediately flipped back to doing normal stuff, someone perhaps called u, msged u, or may be ur thinking abt this in the middle of a great night of sex, a great evening of tea, or on a day where weed seeped through or some alcohol with slight merges of tobacco gained its balance. its the norm anyways. even now when im typing this, the word normal suffocates me. im no preacher of things extraordinaire, but i do believe in a difference. how long, is it possible to breathe the way we are, by doin things the way they have been done for years now. y not push a few buttons, y not take that 8th mile, y cant we just leap and see how it is to fall into whirls of being someone new, being someone diiferent.imagine if every day is lived exactly like its previous day. it would be heights of boredom. but that is wat we do anyways... and we also throw free advices on how to live. sometimes for hours, catch a poor little different boy in a party and cut him into pieces with volumes of "wat are u doin to ur life" talks. every word growing like a creeper, more so cos the person speaking will know nothin about living, and tat my friend is not his mistake anyways.
to think of it, its actually a much more difficult way to live. u need more courage to live a normal life, with all the distractions burgling through our lives today. to be different is like climbing the web. but, seriously lets try it. just for a day, may be a week or month, lets try living differently.. lets live a life, tat challenges us everyday... lets do crazy things... things that have been written off, things which no longer have a meaning.. we really have nothing to loose... imagine having something to tell, everyday abt our lives... iv actually done a research... iv actually found out that there are no rules to live.. no where is it written,inscribed or taught that u have to lead a normal life.... the truth is ur anyways gonna die, hence, before u do, do something super exciting and then kick the bucket.
why? have u wondered? may be u have, but may be u immediately flipped back to doing normal stuff, someone perhaps called u, msged u, or may be ur thinking abt this in the middle of a great night of sex, a great evening of tea, or on a day where weed seeped through or some alcohol with slight merges of tobacco gained its balance. its the norm anyways. even now when im typing this, the word normal suffocates me. im no preacher of things extraordinaire, but i do believe in a difference. how long, is it possible to breathe the way we are, by doin things the way they have been done for years now. y not push a few buttons, y not take that 8th mile, y cant we just leap and see how it is to fall into whirls of being someone new, being someone diiferent.imagine if every day is lived exactly like its previous day. it would be heights of boredom. but that is wat we do anyways... and we also throw free advices on how to live. sometimes for hours, catch a poor little different boy in a party and cut him into pieces with volumes of "wat are u doin to ur life" talks. every word growing like a creeper, more so cos the person speaking will know nothin about living, and tat my friend is not his mistake anyways.
to think of it, its actually a much more difficult way to live. u need more courage to live a normal life, with all the distractions burgling through our lives today. to be different is like climbing the web. but, seriously lets try it. just for a day, may be a week or month, lets try living differently.. lets live a life, tat challenges us everyday... lets do crazy things... things that have been written off, things which no longer have a meaning.. we really have nothing to loose... imagine having something to tell, everyday abt our lives... iv actually done a research... iv actually found out that there are no rules to live.. no where is it written,inscribed or taught that u have to lead a normal life.... the truth is ur anyways gonna die, hence, before u do, do something super exciting and then kick the bucket.
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