2008-02-09

I hate to see what I have become,
The things I had to do, to fantasize my happiness.
Deep inside, I know I am being the person I am not.
I burnt my finger in doing this,
And, that did not mean anything.
Cant see myself fall. Have seen that too many times before.
I am washing this paint off my face,
And I aint painting any more.

7 comments:

Arpita said...

reminds me a poem called- "paint brush" i read a long time ago in chicken soup for the soul.

A not-cheerful post from you. everythin alright?

Da Rodent said...

@arpita: Aw.. Never heard of that before :-S

Things are ok.. going on. Maybe not in the best fashion, but still not bad :P

Akash said...

usually i wil put some mokkai here. But i gess stuff is serious. So wil just shut my trap. [:)]

Akash said...

crazybugga, BTW (LOGGED IN THRU MY BRO'S ID)

Da Rodent said...

@crazybugga: LOL.. general rant man.

Gayatri said...

thats right.. GOOD for you!

you go throw some fresh paint now. c'mon. hup 2, 3, 4. hup 2, 3, 4. on your feet soldier!

*salutes*

Da Rodent said...

@gayatri: hehe.. relax.. it was just that particular moment.. I am up and walking.. actually running..