Sunday, November 16, 2008

Live is what I would say,
For those whose mind goes sway...
Choosing what is right or wrong..
Sometime the movie's just too long.. 

The first rain drop makes the sand smell sweet,
Like a shelf of books kept neat..
Like the negligible gaps in the rails during summer,
Like the orbit of the flowers by the hummer.. 

A face that seems to be away but isn't..
A hand that once was, but isn't..
Plummet into abyss, sucked by a black hole.. 
I remember the one that touched my soul..

Hold my hand.. Hold me now.. 
You don't know what you miss and how.. 
I would nourish your thought 
if you give me a shot.. 

You're not watching this is what I know..
You deserve to know and not feel so low..
This is going nowhere is what I feel,
Helping you is my happy meal.. :) 

2 comments:

Shoma said...

beautifully captured:)

love the happy meal bit..it's the only kind of happy meal for some

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