The Reason

Every morning, I wake-up with an uncertainity...
The same question, that's making me restless...
Ever since, I had the privilege to ask myself...
The reason...the reason for my existence!

I tried so hard...but got nowhere...
Everytime I listen to my heart...
I hear whispers that drive me through solitude...
Aloofness calls me to melt within!

None so far satiated my thirst
For knowledge of the reason...
The same reason...I try hard to understand...
But no answer I found!

Trying to shy away from darkness...
From whacky people...from abyss
To the beautiful world out there...
Full of reason and full of logic.

I found the answer finally, not the reason..
But the road to the reason...
Uninhibited quest...The only path to
The Reason...the Reason for my existence!
The Reason...the Reason for my existence!
The Reason...the Reason for my existence!

the Reason..the Reason...the Reason


(This is the best I've written so far... ;))

What have you done to me?

The time we spent together...

Didn't matter how long it was...

YOU left an indelible impression

In my heart..and I am never the same since...



You are miles away from me...

But your fragrance is still

Creating ripples in my Mind!

Making me numb and dull



When I walk, with unusual shudders

Along the path, we wandered so merrily

Path still there and so are the flowers...

Reminding me that I am lonely!



The world around me...

Has never been so insipid...

I started to ignore...

The world around and even myself!



Everyone say, I have gone...

Crazy, mad and violent...

Can you tell them and me too...

What have you done to me?

Miss u BITS

We can't help it but cry,

when we realise we will not come back to our BITS again

Cry and Cry till the eyes become dry.

Stare at the clock tower and at the temple, for we might not see them again.



Feel the cold, catch the dust,

We miss everything there.

The C-Lawns, the Anc, the C'not

the Oasis, the ShivG and the QT too.



No MB visits till late 11

No Gate calls from now on,

No more one night batting..

no more latcha sessions...



What a life this is..

without my wingies...

what a life this is...

without BITS...

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