November 29, 2007 at 2:33 pm · Filed under Counterculture, Poetry
I’m sitting beside my window sill,
Watching smoke swirl against my will.
Golden rays flooding in through a half-open window,
I can’t believe my life is just too slow.
Dreams and ashes falling between my fingers like snow flakes,
Cold and numb, dwelling on old crushes and heart aches.
I don’t wanna die young, even thoughts tastes sour,
How the hell did I wind up like this? I don’t even want to hear her sing once more.
I’ll get around breaking the habit, but for now the story is played out like this,
Someday I will, but not right now. Why weren’t I able to see the chances I miss?
I’m gonna make it all right, someway, somehow,
I want to rewrite everything I’ve messed up; but not right now.
Each time I lite one more, Does all my life turn to a joke?,
I swear to do it never again, each day as I watch my life go up in smoke.
-ru
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# This is going out to all the smokers out there who decide to quit each time they ignite yet one more. Peace.
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November 24th 2007 thru November 27th 2007
© www.rubenbabu.com
November 11, 2007 at 6:22 pm · Filed under Bangalore, Counterculture, Dear Diary
- I’ve always wanted to use this title.
I just wish I never had an almost perfect life.
Another turn and I’m just a boy stuck in the road. Time grabs & drags you along directions you never knew. So I’ve always made the best out of it without asking why. I’ve always poured over the ultimate question; the meaning of life, which -I’m sure- is a question asked by each and every one of those who have been blessed -or cursed- with the gift of free thought. As summers & winters pass you by, you realize that life is not a question, but a lesson learned in time!
Life is always something unpredictable -cruel to some- fair to the rest. Personally, I think my life has always offered me with enough opportunities and choices, of which; some can even be considered too luxurious. I’ve missed out on some, but still - I’m just too lucky, compared to most of my fellow beings. Time moves so fast, the innocent can never endure the cruel and unforgiving world. Read the rest of this entry »
