Saturday, January 19, 2008
Lyrics i love...
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on
'Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on
Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts. You are not alone
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Music... in my veins..
Quotes i really love..
If there's something you want all you need is just one thing.... you must REALLY want it....that's all..
It's better to burn out than to fade away.. - Kurt Cobain
Everybody is somebody's weirdo....
When the shit hits the fan, some choose to run and some choose to stand- Al Pacino in Scent of a Woman
I dont know anything about music, in my profession u dont have to .. - Elvis Presley
Friday, January 11, 2008
My face,,
My face
My face- it reveals,
it shows affection, reflects love,
displays discontent and discord.
It is the mirror of my soul.
It contorts in moments of rage,
and melts in moments of emotion.
My face turns colour when I am embarrassed,
and so when jealousy overpowers admiration.
Exhilaration alters my countenance,
as spring has its toll on foliage.
It is the granary of my innermost feelings
the reservoir of my emotions.
My face speaks for me,
Vexation or compunction,
grief or bliss,
pride or humiliation,
spite or love.
It is a screen of dappled emotions
a pellucid reflection,
of Myself.
Life..
Life
Life. A journey. A voyage. An enigma.
An incomprehensible truth encompasses us.
Endless sorrows overshadow few blissful moments.
Existence culminates into a search for its meaning;
the meaning of life; the purpose of existence.
Dark winding corridors of realization lead to a door,
which beholds the truth-the meaning of life.
Meaning when realized seems abrupt,
Oft disillusioning more than simplifying
Existence seems to have been meaningless,
but now dawns a new truth:
Yesterday “was”,
Today “is”,
and Tomorrow will be..
Life begins afresh with a new hope,
a goal, a motivation.
The voyage attains destination,
something to look forward to.
A new day dawns,
Mere existence ceases, life begins.
