So that was that, it had to be done
to live now, i had a reason none,
failures and frustration, a spirit broken,
not any day ,i had with a smile woken,
it was time now to jump the boat,
and i set to write my suicide note.
It was funny, writing this piece,
what did i have , none the least,
nothing to declare, nothing to leave behind,
and to whom i write? no one in mind!
Still, i wrote, there were some
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"Trrrrrring" goes the alarm in my ears Amidst much fanfare and pomp he was born and there assembled a throng to welcome him his mother was ecstatic though very worn they all felt they had never so happy been.
Taking his first steps or saying his first words whatever he did was never less than astonishing
Finally its here, the sound i have been waiting for
the pitter patter of drops fallin on the glass wall
I stand up and look over my cubicle , and lo and behold the whole floor has stood up and all work is on hold
Everyone is staring out of the glass walls mesmerised they all have been, in its magic hypnotised
How does it feel to crumble? all the efforts going humble all the dreams in your eyes simply fail to materialise
How does it feel to write your happy story on the sand and watch the wave wash it while you just helplessly stand
How does it feel to build with cards a beautiful castle and thinking as the wind blows was it really worth the hassle?
How does it feel to plant The biker is worried but sure with money he can easily lure as the lady from the slum is screaming and crying 'Oh my kid my kid, God saved you from dying!' and hugging the kid and kissing him more, the one whose birth she curses in furore. the activist is teaching his kid |
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