rainbow my bow and thunders my arrow
target is the sky ..
sky is the limit
stars… the falling flowers
world under my feet
but I am not able to conquer you
standing at your feet I placed the world at your hand
only to be seen it under your feet
victory was in every touch …
but to be touched by you was my last wish
Everyday I see you, feel you
Only to be escaped from my eyes
I am getting nightmares
the reality is yet to be knocked by you
that day when you kiss me, is the last day
I will leave all my powers,
Lay at your feet
My dear DEATH…
My Dear - Wednesday, August 10, 2005 -
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You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? We're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. |
Wednesday, August 10, 2005 6:36:00 PM
kennai pundai..yenna Kavidhaiya?
Koldradaaa saami. Naaye ...fonelaa vechukka vendiyadhu thaane idhalaam ...ohh o ippo chennai vaasigalo rendu perum ...apparam matterlaam yeppidi pogudhu? |
Thursday, August 11, 2005 2:07:00 AM
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