Monday, February 15, 2010

Random scribbling

I'll be out of here,
But will it be out of me ever?
This frustration is killing me,
My soul is finally on fire.
I want to save me from myself now,
How can i stop these sour thoughts of mine?
.My absence doesn't count,
My presence isn't noticeable.
Will any one ever care to think,
About the girl who used to wander here.


ambiguous_angel said...

this is one negative post.
but i love the photo.

anyway, there's nothing wrong being a commoner but i do believe that everyone is here for a reason.
our presence counts..
that's for sure..:)

and we do care, that's why we're here:)


You seem so unhappy my dear, are you going through a hard time?
One has to expereinece the hard times to appreciate the good.

Take care.


♫ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♫ ayu ♫ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♫ said...

i can relate to this..that's exactly what i felt awhile ago :(


O, another sad poem... i can even feel the deep desire to go on further but somethin' is missin'...!!!:/

Good day!!!:)


Amity said...

Don't be!

I've been here, done this, done that, but thanks to wonderful friends, they've uplifted my soiled spirit!

Cheer up dear!

Vittaldas Prabhu said...

You know you have captured a trifle from my life? I feel like this at times. Though my personal life is satisfactory, I feel these feelings at my work place at times (many times). But, I am standing up to it and facing the negative energy. I want to fight it and show them all that I am a man of strong character. I hope you find the courage too.

Take care. Best wishes.

Sunakshi said...

Thanks everyone for showing concern :)

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