Teardrops

The teardrops fall, ever so fast,
They escape my eyes
Even though I try to hold them prisoner,
And they fall and they fall and they fall.
Stop the pain, the wounds, the tears,
I need to run away from here,
I need to be all by myself,
Is it that difficult to understand what I said?
So leave me alone,
With my hurt and my tears,
Stop trying to be so nice,
Because I can see through that facade.
They look at me and pat my cheek,
Tell me it’ll be fine,
That time will heal the wounds,
But how can it because with you gone, time has stopped.
They took away my life from me
And they expected me to keep breathing,
They took away my heartbeat
And they urged my heart to keep on beating.
You never took a part of my heart with you,
Because with you rests my entire being,
You’re my drug, my ecstasy, my high,
Because only you could make me smile.
I’m sick of listening to their rants,
I’m tired of being their obedient dog,
I’m dying inside, without you by my side,
And only you can revive me now.
The tears continue to fall,
They’ve soaked my clothes now,
Each tear, a replica of the memories of you,
But I won’t let them escape, because it’s all that I have left of you.
I let the pain flow slowly,
The teardrops fall on the grass
And turn into dew,
And I slowly start to let go of you.

Srushti Iyer.

Titanic No More

The weeping mast droops down so slightly
I could have almost overlooked it,
But as I look on, watching it lose slowly,
I see it... it’s almost like me, a lone, sinking ship.

The shoulder droops, ever so lightly,
The face begins to lose its spark,
The smile falters and the eyelids droop,
And I sink, steady and slow.

This is no Titanic,
There is no love, no holding hands
And no kissing in the rain,
This... is my lone sinking ship and you can’t pull me through.

You are my anchor no more,
You can’t save me anymore,
You are the block that dented my ship,
You broke down my Titanic and made it my Titanic no more.

Don’t try and repair it now
With that little patch of love,
Because, no matter what anyone says,
To cure a hurt, you need as much love.

Walk away, ignorantly blissful, or so to you it seems,
Because when you know that you broke me down,
I promise you, you’ll crumble too,
Two sinking ships, in the dark blue sea, with no anchor to save you.

She's Scared

The night flashes violently in her raven eyes,

The thunder crashes shatteringly in her dark voice,

The glint of a knife, it slashes through, a wrist is cut

And she wishes to end it all.

She’s hoarse with screaming, for justice, for peace,

She’s tired of combating the evils that lurk

In the darkness of the corridors,

She’s scared that her childhood nightmares shall come true.

She’s scared of the monster that has taken up

Permanent residence under her bed,

She’s scared that he’ll rise and kill her at night,

She’s scared that she’ll never wake up from this nightmare.

She’s scared of the threats, the hatred the lies and tears,

She’s scared to tell the truth behind those fears,

She’s scared of those years spent in anguish and suffering,

She’s scared he’ll take his revenge someday.

For years she doesn’t say a word, writhing and dying inside,

Tormented and tortured by those very nightmares,

Hoping to break free soon, very soon,

Escape from this world of hatred and malice.

The blood flows freely from her open wrists,

It’s deep, red colour soaks her clothes,

Her tears stream down her face and mix with the blood,

And finally, at last, she’s free.

Rant

Okay, so here I am in school.. With nothing to do.. Nothing, zilch, nada... *blergh*.. It's almost sickeningly pissing off how sitting alone in school can get.. Especially when you gotta wait 23 more minutes for your stupid friends to come. And it is all my fault.. *grr*.. I just forgot to call my driver and had to come by bus.. And now I wait.. till it is nine... OH PLEASE HURRY UP!! So here I am, all alone in the LC of my school.. For all you geniuses who don't know what the hell an LC is, in layman's terms, it is a library.. Normally, this place is my haven, oh yeah it is... But I'm pissed today, oh am I super pissed.. Because some blasted moron has decided to borrow a book and hasn't returned it in a millenium.. AND I WANT TO READ IT!! *grrrr*.. or wait make that a double *grrrr*.. Okay, I know that to most of you I mightn't be making mighty sense but stick with it, because this is how I write.. Yes I'm Very random :)..

Oh great.. I re-deviated.. But then again, when does my blog EVER end up being about the subject it is supposed to.. Except well, maybe those poems et al.. But that's just..... different.. And so now, the matter at hand is that I'm super duper mega bored ^ infinity.. Okay wow! 15 more minutes.. Yeah you got it.. I'm so trying to be enthusiastic about a not-so-enthusiastic situation.. Boo! Who cares?

All I care is that I got 14 more minutes.. Oh I really wish my friends would get their asses here... fast... and save me and you the torture.. But I doubt you might have reached upto here.. Rather you'd be fuming about what a waste of time this blog is... But trust me, the rest of it isn't a tad bit like this.. It's much more interesting!

Okay great! 10 more minutes!

AARRRRGHHH!! I can bear this no more!! *behaves dramatic*.. I shall take your leave now.. Pardon me for chewing your brains (they weren't tasty.. nuh-uh.. all gooey and rubbery and sticky.. and ewwww :P)

Well au revoir.. Toodles :)

P.S.: I got 8 minutes left :D

A few funny things.. Here and there...

Okay, this comes right out of a joke site.. www.fukkad.com ... Yes, pathetic as it sounds, it is quite hilarious :D
So cheers to laughter :)

Classic things to say when stressed!
1. "Okay, okay! I take it back. Unfuck you!!!"
2. "You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing?!"
3. "How many times do I have to flush before you go away?"
4. "Well this day was a total waste of make-up"
5. "Well aren't we a bloody ray of sunshine?"
6. "Don't bother me, I'm living happily ever after."
7. "Do I look like a fucking people person!"
8. "This isn't an office. It's HELL with fluorescent lighting"
9. "I started out with nothing still have most of it left"
10. "I pretend to work, they pretend to pay me"
11. "YOU!!... off my planet!!!"
12. "Therapy is expensive. Popping bubble plastic is cheap. You choose"
13. "Practice random acts of intelligence and senseless acts of self-control"
14. "Errors have been made. Others will be blamed"
15. "And your cry-baby, whiny-assed opinion would be.....?"
16. "I'm not crazy. I've been in a very bad mood for 30 years."
17. "Sarcasm is just one more service I offer."
18. "Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed"
19. "Do they ever shut up on your planet?"
20. "I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable"
21. "Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't gone to sleep yet"
22. "Back off!! You're standing in my aura."
23. "Don't worry. I forgot your name too."
24. "I just want revenge. Is that so wrong?"
25. "I work 45 hours a week to be this poor."
26. "Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it."
27. "Not all men are annoying. Some are dead."
28. "Wait...I'm trying to imagine you with a personality"
29. "Chaos, panic and disorder . . . my work here is done."
30. "Ambivalent? Well yes and no."
31. "You look like shit. Is that the style now?"
32. "Earth is full. Go home."
33. "Aw, did I step on your poor little bitty ego?"
34. "I'm not tense, just terribly, terribly alert."
35. "A hard-on doesn't count as personal growth."
36. "You are depriving some village of an idiot."
37. "If assholes could fly, this place would be an airport."


Fruitful Confession !
Sean goes to confession and says to the priest, "Bless me father, for I have sinned. It's been three weeks since my last confession, and in that time I have committed the sin of adultery."
"Who was it with?" the priest asks, "Was it Brigitte O'Hara?"
Sean says, "I'm sorry Father, but I can't tell you who it was with."
The priest says, "I'll bet it was with that hussy, Mary O'Houlihan!"
Sean says, "I'm sorry Father, but I really can't tell you who it was."
The priest says, "Was it that Rose O'Connell?"
Sean responds, "I've told you already Father, I can't reveal who it was."
"You're a wicked man Sean O'Reilly," the priest says. "Say six Hail Marys and don't let me hear that you've transgressed again!"
As he is walking home, Sean bumps into his friend Seamus. "Sean!" he says, "How are you doin'? Is it the Church you'll be coming from?"
Sean says, "Aye Seamus, I've just been to confession."
"How was it?" Seamus asks.
"Oh, not too bad," Sean answers. "I got six Hail Marys and three good leads!"


Indian shoots Buffalo in Bar!
An Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand pulling a male buffalo with the other.
He says to the waiter: "Want coffee."
The waiter says, "Sure, Chief. Coming right up."
He gets the Indian a tall mug of coffee.
The Indian drinks the coffee down in one gulp, turns and blasts the buffalo with the shotgun, causing parts of the animal to splatter everywhere and then just walks out.
The next morning the Indian returns.
He has his shotgun in one hand, pulling another male buffalo with the other.
He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter, "Want coffee."
The waiter says "Whoa, Tonto! We're still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What was all that about, anyway?"
The Indian smiles and proudly says..
"Training for position in United States Congress:
Come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull,
leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day."


Yes, I still find 'em funny.. So fuck you :)
Cheers xx

Mes Amants

Le soleil au cœur,

Me fait sourire.

L’amour dans ta voix

Me donne le plaisir,

Mettant mes mains dans les tiens,

Et avec tes yeux aux miens,

Nous tombons en amour.

Danse avec moi, mon chéri.

Au dessous de la Lune,

Traverse avec moi sur l’arc de ciel,

Adore moi comme je t’adore.

Dis-moi des petites choses

Qui me fait rire.

Assure-moi, que dans notre vie

Tu me n’abandonneras jamais,

Dis-moi quand je te demande

Si tu m’adores.

Tu es la raison de ma vie,

Et ta mort sera la raison pour la mienne.

Alors ne vas pas sans moi,

Parce que j’ai besoin de toi.

Bise-moi au dessous du soleil,

Prends-moi dans tes bras,

Et dis-moi que ça sera mieux,

Parce que tu es près de moi.

Tu es mon inspiration,

Tu me donnes le sens d’être contente,

Alors, prends-moi dans tes bras,

Parce que, sans toi,

Je vois des larmes dans les yeux de ma vie,

Et avec toi,

Ma vie rit toujours.

Alors, ne cherche pas

Pour ton coin de paradis,

Parce que c’est près de toi,

Avec moi.

Srushti Iyer,

13^th May, 2008.

Knight in Shining Armour

Maybe I wished too hard for you,

Maybe destiny played a game,

Maybe I’m just not made for you,

Maybe you’re just not mine.

Unknown to you is the fact, that you’re a part of me,

Your ignorance scalds my soul deeply,

And my gashes cry for your love,

So then, I pray my love… come and sooth my hurt.

Gallop upon a dark, glorious horse,

Whip me off my feet,

Be my night in shining armour,

Take me to a different world.

The sun plays around the deep grey clouds,

And I catch few glimpses of your face,

My heart is melting, my soul relenting,

As I wish to run into your arms.

Take me into your arms my love,

Somewhere far away,

Away from our mundane and pitiable life

Far into the sun.

Hold me tight, in the starry night,

As I lose myself in your eyes,

Let the soft rain melt away the pain,

And reunite us forever more.

I call out to you, again and again,

But you simply look through me now,

And as I try to hold you back,

You just turn away and run.

What did I do to bear such rancour,

Why do you ignore me so,

Listen to me for once my love,

It’s all I ask of you.

Don’t I deserve your love,

When I already gave you mine,

What more do you want from me my love,

Just say it and it’s yours.

A lifetime has passed, maybe two,

And I wait relentlessly for you,

Hoping that you’ll come one day,

And take me into your arms.

I’m tired of sitting in idle hope,

I’ve waited for an eternity now,

As you’ve ruthlessly crushed my heart,

Maybe you don’t deserve me anymore,

Because it’s over now.

I thank you, my dear,

For all the pain, the anger, fury and hate,

Thank you for making me realize,

That you’re not worth the tears and pain.

Sorry guys.. This might not have come out too well.. But it's an addiction... I gotta put everything I write on this blasted blog :P...