tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46784297846050904362024-03-13T06:41:25.030+05:30$ |\/| o |< | |\| - @$|-|Smokin'http://www.blogger.com/profile/15543656065432600903noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678429784605090436.post-51789549835813200322010-03-21T19:57:00.003+05:302010-03-21T20:04:06.867+05:30Just A Try...Well these days , the 55 words stories have become the rage of the day....<br />As i'm no good at story telling......so i was feeling a bit outcast.<br />So here is my 55 words song...to cover for that.<br /><br />" I "<br /><br />hold me till i feel myself<br />search me till i reveal myself<br />watch me till i see myself<br /><br />wait for me...<br />wait for me...<br />wait for me...<br /><br />now i can totally feel myself<br />its the right time to reveal myself<br />i wanna make my own<br /><br />place for me...<br />place for me...<br />place for me...<br /><br /><br /> - @$|-|@$|-|http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113791158426673152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678429784605090436.post-7211700151302088832010-03-07T23:25:00.002+05:302010-03-07T23:30:53.179+05:30Between Me And IHey You!<br />I'm Talking to you<br />Something I always wanted to do<br />But you never heard.<br /><br />I was your friend<br />Probably the only one<br />There were things to share<br />Always in a hurry and never cared<br /><br />We were Hurt, in Pain<br />But never felt nothing<br />You were Numb, Cold<br />Wasting life, and getting old<br /><br />Wish you could've listened better<br />Hope, you could've been Sober<br />You should've tried to come clear<br />I was there to help, you weren't here<br /><br />Now I'm leaving you friend<br />Here's my last Goodbye in the end<br />Now we have come face to face<br />But Sad, there is no escape<br /><br />Credits:<br />=======<br />Written by @$|-| under the influence of Weed and Fix You by Coldplay.<br />Title thought by Selenium under the influence of Sleep and Floating Away by Selenium :P<br />Composed by Selenium... with a very high possibility that $mokin' will sing it. :D@$|-|http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113791158426673152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678429784605090436.post-30043581439288447452010-03-06T03:23:00.001+05:302010-03-06T03:25:13.730+05:30....optimistic desires....<br /><br />everything which i dreamt of,<br />it came true;<br />those were the night mares ,<br />i went through ;<br /><br />how horrible was my past....<br />but finally i did last.....<br /><br />one day everything will be fine;<br />things will eventually fall in line;<br /><br />forget the things that have gone by;<br />spread your wings ...<br />let your soul fly;<br /><br />sun will toss up high in the sky;<br />you will shine with glory<br />nobody can defy;<br /><br />it"s you that eventually matters;<br />let your scary dreams all shatter;<br /><br /><br />don't let others decide your fate;<br />wake up and run....<br />make your place before it's too late;<br />wake up and run....<br /> - by<br /><br /> me & mr.@shSmokin'http://www.blogger.com/profile/15543656065432600903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678429784605090436.post-71104793627896684672010-02-28T22:09:00.002+05:302010-02-28T22:28:23.217+05:30The Mutiny<span style="font-weight: bold;">I was sitting out there holding my breath;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Everyone looked at me as if I was wretched.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">That was a new year eve when the misfortune clenched;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My poor wrist drooped and swelled.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I looked ardently at the x ray room door;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">There would be no fracture everyone was sure.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">As the time kept elapsing;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The pain and agony kept grasping.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">At last the devil came out holding a gray plate;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">In his hand was my new year's fate.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">His face was astonishingly sad;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My carpel was broken bad.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Then entered the brutal nurse holding a zapping needle;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Inserted and injected.......gosh that was lethal.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">While returning my friends kept talking about the mutiny;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">There talks kept encroaching my mind,was it my destiny.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Next day again I went to that hell;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">There was peace on my face with no yell.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">With a smile doctor wrapped the plaster round my hand;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Finally for three weeks I was booked and banned.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">While all this period of time I kept observing and came to know;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Who were my friends and who were foes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Finally my father arrived and took me home;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Handful of pills and a stony plaster were my companions when I was left all alone.....</span>Smokin'http://www.blogger.com/profile/15543656065432600903noreply@blogger.com1