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Feb 11, 2010
23) Drown (Part I)
0 comments These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 6:05 AM
As the winter rains tattoo the windows,
And the skies turn inky black,
Walking on, I know there is no road
That will help take me back.
For I feel so lost in a giant world
Made out of concrete and metal dreams,
Each step I take is made so complicated,
No simplicity remains, it seems.
Where did all the happiness go?
Did it evaporate like these puddles of rain?
For Man makes this life so hard to live,
So borderlined and downright insane.
The largest lakes or the smallest teardrops
Call me name for I, in them, want to drown
To insulate my mind from the grasps of the world
As this insanity continues to pull me down.
Feb 4, 2010
13) Understanding You
0 comments These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 6:43 AM
She's not a puzzle so hard to break,
In fact, she's terribly simple
Her word is a word, her oath an oath,
No double meanings her thoughts crimple.
Just upset and sad,
Suicidal and mad.
She says there's no one who knows her,
She says that pain is her only way,
Her hope is that with the pain she may
Make all her hurt go right away.
But how is it the solution,
A body for happiness?
Death for serenity,
Lips of chappiness?
How is it the solution for her?
How is risk in any way an answer?
Why can't she open her eyes
And think the thoughts ours were?
Feb 2, 2010
11) Sharp Edges
0 comments These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 6:39 AM
If words were like knives
In the hands of a killer,
Their cut would be sharp
And our bodies would be stiller.
If they could cut with the grace
And the stab of a dagger,
The world would be dead,
Empty even in it's swagger.
If words were like sharp edges,
So easily bringing to skin blood,
Slowly removing a layer of sanity,
Our virtues would be caked in mud.
If every utterance hurt,
If every sentence could kill,
You'd be the only human left
With much secrets to spill.
If words were so sharp,
So shiny, so cruel,
This world would be gone
And crushed into gruel.
If you could hear yourself speak
And spit out venom with every syllable,
The world and you would remain
Eternally immiscible.
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