Staind

Its that time of the weekend again ...
where someone slips into a lounge of heavy heart, heady thoughts
of helplessness, lack of realisation, of a complete void ....
Someone's throwing hope into the world, into deserving lives,
but pity does he know he needs a mountain himself.
high reflectance? hollowness yes !!
Sad but true .. he's reachin the familiar fields again
seeding into hearts relief beyond belief

Planning's deserted me. This was supposed to be akka's post bugger. Upcoming posts are endless, all in the pipeline. yet to pop out into beautiful writes. The Tribute's yet to show up amidst a rain of tears am sure tho i know one who's stupid enough not to realise its time to shed a tear. Eternity my brother. I've atleast managed to find a lazy corner inside this loud mouthed boyses and gurlses' classroom. I always end up shifting the weight to the other side. I cant think of anythin to say. Blankness. Blackness.