Sunday, February 17, 2008

Anguish

My confusion has become a joke
They are drawing their swords
Ready to swiftly finish me
Once I put down my armour
I am not normal
I am not ordinary
And I will not ever be
I loathe these words
I loathe what they make you
You are just like anyone else !
What can be further from the truth
When the mind wants to suffer
Needs to feel pain
It will invent its own excuses
And force you to sleep and cry.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

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two cycles only
in desolate cycle stand
leaning on each other

Harish Suryanarayana