Betrayal

Why do i shed tear,
When i know you cannot be near,
You wouldn't come to my life again,
Oh my dear, Oh my dear.


I know I have been betrayed,
banal were the moments which together we lived,
All the beautiful things were just faked,
I don't want to live, I want to be dead.


You are sole cause of my dejection,
Who moved me to heights of frustration,
I now regret for our relation,
Even if i ask you,you don't have any explanation.


All I do is now cry and cry,
I take drugs, Hallucinate , to substitute your high,
I don't have anything left,
I just want to die, I just want to die.


Though betrayed , I still love you,
You are my insanity,I want you,
You are the only one, Without you,
There is nothing that I can do



PS: Just an effort or try to understand the feelings of person who had a love failure :)

Great , Greater, Greatest :)

A sequel to my last blogpost.

An alcoholic high this time, though, not the marijuana. :)

Still in search of, what does it take to be great?

I am actually puzzled about how did Ayn rand had her thoughts a century back , which she published in her books!

We still get mesmerized by her books.

How did those thoughts come to her mind!!!

Did she encountered them practically or she saw it through her experience or she was one of the gifted souls.

I regret taking birth a hundred years later.

Its not about just Ayn Rand, it about a lot of people who started simple and ended up so great, so great, that they are a subject of talk till now.

I am talking about Aristotle, Socrates, Albert Einstien, Stephen Hawking, Ayn Rand, and a lot more till now.

What did they have and how did they evolve to get better and better, better than the best, not only of their centuries but the centuries ahead too, till the centuries which had those great people as their benchmark!!!

Will continue the subject in my next one . :)

LYFE....makes sense????

Sometimes I feel i will wrap and control the whole world on my fingers.My insatiable desires would be at my feet. I would make a difference. I have something in myself which separates me from the crowd.

Very next second , I feel very ordinary about myself, not making any f***** difference, involved in my own narrow world, with my dead monotonous lyfe.

What does it take to be great.?

I am still in search of it.

Sometimes if i feel the existence of God, i wonder how did he invent marijuana, which later was discovered by man!!!

Emotions fly from the positive side to negative and so is the Lyfe.

I am seriously clueless about what sentences my mind really wants my fingers to type and what exactly is being typed!!!

All i know is , i want to beat this world, the successful people , and want to leave them far behind .

PS: marijuana at its peak, forced me :)