week"end"

I think my life is being run by my wrist watch!

i dnt think iam "living" my life by any broadest definition of life... and tht makes me wonder who is living my life and if he/ she is enjoying it!? well, i dnt think he/she does... if half the day is spent checking the watch n remembering things to do at tht time...well.. nt much fun, is it?

anyways, i think sunday night is nt the best time to discuss abt "life"...my watch reminds me tht its 12 already n unless i hit the sack nw, i wnt b able to make it to office by 7:30 tomm! again tht proves the point, doesnt it? no not the point abt some one else living my life, but abt life being run by my watch!

right now i feel like a kid, who keeps staring at the cluody sky wishing it to rain so tht he cn skip the school fr the day! I too am thinking abt all the things tht can go wrong which will extend my weekend, back then all the prayingg n hoping never helped and i dnt think it will now! and with that knowledge... i bid my obscure blog sweet dreams!

had an awesome sunday... woke up with a bad breath and a spinning/aching head..thanx to the smirnoff the night before and then got a call from my manager reminding that i need to learn some crappy tool for the project starting next day... damn the life of consultants... i wud rather be a night watchman..atlest i will b able to sleep in the day time!!

n ya me planning to make this blog thing a regular one...so dnt blame me if u find 'woke up at 7', 'was late to office by 6.75 mins' etc etc in this blog the next time u come arnd

never shud have born

was it a choice i made
did i have any say
some mistakes never fade
till the day on pire, I lay

i hope it never happened
oh! hw i wish it never happened

i neve asked fr it
i never wanted it...

but here iam
born in to this fukced up world!

i bared my heart ..n i ws told i am stupid to do so!

Her...

Someone's knocking the door
it must be her
standing there and waiting
to tell me in tht sweet whisper
how much she loves me!

I rush to the door
while the time stands still
my hands shake and my fingers numb
I get there just by the will
ahh! no more pining!

I open the door
to meet the cold breeze
and my eyes search around
but find nothing to please
oh no! not again!

Half the night to kill
I lie on my bed
thinking about her
someone's knocking the door
it must b her!