One reason to Quit Smoking!!

Someone took a great initiative to make people think twice about smoking.

This is a look at the smoking room!!!!

Dream

I
I am a bud
Waiting to become a flower.
I
I am a flower
In my full bloom
Knowing I will be plucked one day
And
I dream
Of being a beautiful flower
And dancing with the wind
I dream
Of being a garland
A lover weaves for her love.

Storm comes
Rips the land apart
Uproots all the flowers and plants
Destroys my life
But
Still I dream
That I
I am a seed
Waiting to be sown
On land, rich and warm.

December 2001

Living

Darkness of the night
As brightness of the day
Reminds me of myself
Repeating myself over and again.
Doing the same things 24 /7
Living ?? No!
Existing is more like it.
Mechanically the day goes by,
The night envelops my numbness.

Sunrise brings with it another day,
The same day that yesterday was;
Sometimes,
Rain brings relief
To the monotones of life.
Breeze stirs my lifeless heart.
Ruffles the few breath left in it.
But when it leaves
All that is left
Is a shell
Existing in this harsh world.

How I wish for a storm
To slap me back to reality;
It might turn my life
Upside down and inside out,
But it might also,
Pound some beat into my heart.

Reality hurts,
But at least I will feel something
Even pain
Would be better
Than this numb feeling
That freezes my heart.

In a life painted
In different shades of gray
Even a splash of red
Would be welcome
Even if it was
A little of my own blood
Least I would know
That I was
Living.....
at all..


-November 2001

My Limbo

Vacuum
Dark
Nothing
Life feels empty
All of a sudden
Like I have just woken up
From a bad dream
To a Nightmare.

Nothingness around me
Emptiness all over
Nothing to grasp
For support.

Yet it crushes me
Suffocates my will
Kills my heart.

Nothing
Numb
What I feel
Or don't feel
Living in this limbo.

Surrounded by nothing
Spaces everywhere
Yet I suffocate
I am here,
But where is here?

Lost soul
In a world full of lost souls.
Lost hope
In a world without any hope.
Nearly lost heart
But I caught it
Just in time.

Now, all I have
Is my heart
And my love
Searching for a light
That Light,
For a hand
That Hand,
For a love
My Love,
To Guide me
Our of my prison
My Limbo.


- February 17, 2002

Life and You

Though life
Always ends in death,
As all things have to die;
Between life and death,
I'm glad I found,
You by my side.

Our past
Does not matter
Neither does our future;
Out present
Is with each other,
Of that I am sure.

-August 14, 2002

Pick Up the Pieces

As the world keeps turning on its wheels,
Turn a blind eye, deaf ear, pretend all is okay
As all fragile hopes and dreams shatter,
I ask, what has happened to my home today?

It is wild, crazy, a jungle out there,
Each man tearing the other apart, brothers killing brothers.
The dark smoke and ash stings our eyes, clogs our throat,
Try as we might to breathe, we still smother.

When this war ends, and the illusive peace prevails,
When all is said and done and the bloodshed ceases,
Will men tread on the corpses and stand on broken feet?
Will there be anyone left, to pick up the pieces?