Over the years, carried this baggage,
Kept heaping , till I lost all strength.
Now, my back's aching,
And my stuff's leaking.
There're grudges scattered on the floor.
Dont wanna pick them...
Ah! I can always earn'em more.
Oh! ya! the good times..Perfumed paper,
Stuck in the thorns.
Not that perfect..can leave'em like this,
Evanescent and Torn.
Those colored ribbons, flying in the air,
My wishes!!...Too high! Unreachable!
Alas! I'll miss their every layer.
Scare-crow! in the garbage can!
Thats my pain...Still such a snob!
Like hell!! I never want him back again!
I'm looking at the horizon.
Tired of collecting all the junk.
My junk, my 'life'.
Will rest in peace now.
...a poem i wrote sometime back..
