she smiled a smile, for no reason sake.

all my mind in swirl, the pain of the past seemed fake.

then followed a giggle, making my senses tickle.

on a road to nowhere, the smile and sunshine everywhere;

deep in her eyes lay the world, all the future seemed like now.

everyday a dream, fading along the lines on her face;

to see what it feels like, with no regrets;

oneday, someday,I shall smile, for nobody sake.

half past the darkness into the night;
the march of the grave diggers to where I lie.
digging deep into the pain within;
the sands on my grave give away,with no voices to cry.

hunting down for all that is left within,
digging into the insides for the void within;
i cry and lament into the silence at the pain that isn't.
a witness to my own death a hundred times,all i see;
is a march of the grave diggers.

the demons tearing my soul from within;
walking half knowing into my grave.
just as much as i rise to feel my pain;
deceiving my mind to warp on its own.

taking the burnt as they seep through me;
letting my tears run into the raindrops,
one more touch of your memory;
and I shall let it all go away.

microprocessor class is a bore.

all the read and writes on a logic gate,
fools dreaming of some magic fate.
bi-planes lying in shambles in aero lab;
between the sane and the stupid some narrow gap.

slow moving fans casting shadows in the class,
all still and sleepy like a perfect sunday mass.
memory riding unconcerned in the bus;
all the data lost in the daily fuss.

spectacled morons and cranial freaks,
input and output still coming at the bar.
between the read ,write copy and the paste;
LXI H,D;my sensiblities wanting to pee.

finding a joke nobody knew before,
every song seems to have my name;
all words rhyme with some smile.
at some place,at some time;
all alone with no home to go.


playing hide and seek in my head;
drunk in the hopelesness of my life,
wierd look and pathetic smiles,
all the fake faces roam around without shame.

paper flowers and cotton candy;
blood ridden faces and wretched beings,
playing harp in the garden of eden.
in the chaos of reality ripping whats left of me;
god and devil becoming one in some cursed flame.

swollen ego's and inflated lungs,
all imaginary runts of some grinding axe;
all the odds laying out in favour of the pain ;
all the hopes and faith have long been gone.

staring into the eyes of my own corpse,
the world closes in on me like my grave;
waking up into a hollow nothing ,
the tide washes away all that's left of my life.

frozen and still with ice cold blood,
all liberties of life fading into human vanity.
the perfection of my fall ,looking up with bowed down knees;
pretending sanity in a seething anger;
the betrayal's of my own soul lost in my life;
the truth doesn't matter somehow ,
the lies linger and haunt unerased;
somehow I carry on among the broken dreams.