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Tuesday, May 29, 2007

MOST IT FEELS IS D BEST......

LOVE IS JUZZ A BIT OF FEELING.........
FEELS ALWAYZ GOOD...........

A BIT OF HATE GIVES A LOT OF FEELINGS........
FEELS TAT BAD....THIS BAD........TAT TOO BAD
IF IT WAS GOOD.....IF TAT WAS GOOD...........
AS LIKE IT GOES ON N ON............
SO BETTER U HATE ME........
SO TAT I'L GET THE MAXIMA OF UR FEELINGS.........

Sunday, May 20, 2007

fired my countdown..............




Hai friendz,
This post is a dedication....dedication to a person whom i met at rcc trivandum.May or may not he b more,his words r still alive...Here am gonna embattle his words in d warfront of drug addiction n like stuffs......d words r mine but d soul belongs to d mighty.....................

............. fumes ..........



I wOnt fOrget thOse bOOt steps...
which made me scared Of....
I wOnt fOrget thOse bushes....
behind which my physique wer safe....
thOse wer dayz Of illusiOn....
well meant as revOlutiOn....
thOse wer dayz Of scarcity....
well spent fOr survival....
wen thOughts went sOcialist....
the feelings still wer capitalist...
the capitalism of Our necessities....
wen the tightened dOdhie irritated....
my cOuntdOwn just ignited....
the first puff brOught me heaven....
the hunger thus gOt driven....
thOse fumes made me blind....
the Organic rOll becOme fOnd....
mOre stars wer fOund Out....
mOre quadrants wer swept Out....
the changes added mOre cOlOur....
mOre cOlOur tO the red flag....
still the rOll was fuming....
the thOughts still went sOcialist....
thus capitalism fOund tO b fading Out....
the era shOwed an evOlutiOn....
tO the red aimed revOlution....
the seasOns went trenching in....
that added me branches On....
still the rOll was fuming....
nOw the bushes are away....

thOse sheltered me frOm death....
those bOOt steps still fOllOwing....
the aim Of safeguarding,with....
nOw the fumes gOt disperced....
every turn shOwed the sign....

the signature Of revOlutiOn....
tOO my physique shOwed revOlutiOn....
bcOz every turn must shOw the sign....
nOw i need thOse bushes back....
bcOz survival is my ultimacy....
nOw i need thOse trenches back....
bcOz survival is my ultimacy....
fOrget that day,i wOnt....
that pitty one made the fire On....
a jOurney back,i want....
sO tat zerO,the timer setz On....
a jOurney back , i want....
a jOurney back, i want....

Saturday, May 19, 2007

wen it rains........

thought of such a wonderful dawn....
me n me alone......
came the chunky pal..........
showered me with pleasure.......
covered me in leasure........
i stood up n walked along.......
i love walking in d rain.......
so tat ma tears get wrapped.......
along with memories.......
thoughts r bak again.......
n me bak to ma naughty gang.....
wer thoughts wer a far destiny.....
not enough words to fill my dealings......
but had all settled with a cane......
was nothing at moment........
on d way to something.......
i felt ma chins flowing......
oh no................
ma tears got unwrapped.......
thoughts rushed me on n on........
then i realised the truth..........
thinking is such a waste of time..............
wen it rainsssssssssssssssssss...................

jazeel...........

Friday, May 18, 2007

dreamzzzzzzzzz

it is sleep that takes away a days full tensions, worries
and awakes the next morning with a refreshing cheer........jayasree madam

juzz ma fuzz gear...............

when destiny is the only choice......
better go for choices........