Amidst the thundering noises I sat
Alone, deaf to the world around.
My eyes wandered for a familiar face
Somewhere i could find solace.
I was a loner to the world, never
At home to the ways of the world.
I lived in a world of my making,
I was forced by the world rather.
I had no friends, they said
Called me a psycho, for I talked..!!
Talked to myself in an endless chatter.
I need a face to talk to
Need an ear, to hear me out
Need a mind, to understand me,
Need a heart to love me, But
They call me a psycho.
I’m done with being pushed
Into a shell, which I never carved
I wanted to break out
Out into the…….!!! Not the world for sure…
I Me Myself
- Nivil Jacob
- a total bore with a history of displaying a compulsive urge to irritate others, especially with love struck poems and out of the world comedies (read tragedies). born lazy, prefers flipping the pages of a fiction to a dine out. an open flirt, has an unquenchable passion for niceties of life.
5 comments:
that's a relief letting out some steam out...
Is tat abut urself?
edaa patti...I told you na, I'll do something for the motor show blog as soon as the Exams are finished...add me as a team member or something
I need a face to talk to
Need an ear, to hear me out
Need a mind, to understand me,
Need a heart to love me, But
They call me a psycho.
I’m done with being pushed
Into a shell, which I nevercarved..
a touching one..
good..
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