S.F.X

The cold stone building stands there,
In the midst of nowhere, bare.
As children reluctantly walk in,
I know to hate your own school is a sin.
Guarded by thin watchmen,
It houses the most dangerous omen.
Classrooms leak water from the ceiling,
All those horrendous voices in my ear still ring.
Every step up to the auditorium is a mistake no one can rectify,
Because we are part of the school and that we should stand by.
From the juniors tears to the seniors grudge,
To escape school, no parent would ever budge.
This school was one of the best before,
Now on this school a grudge everyone bores.
The teachers and their weird teaching style,
It’s like that peculiar taste of bile.
Every day do we each endure,
Every departure do we each day ensure.
All those terrible days when we are caught for nothing,
Just for throwing chalk and because in class we sing.
Some of the teachers no doubt are amazing,
From Miss Shobana to Miss Vandaveen sing.
Miss Anna and her amazing smile,
Will make any girl want to run a mile.
Miss Shobana and her “dear girls” quote,
Would make any one want to calculate the speed of the boat.
Miss Bennedicta and her monotonous voice,
The way she blows her nose, too much noise.
Miss Cynthia and her radiant smile,
…………………………………….


Will finish it later! No time! Lol!

Chris Daughtry!

Damn man! How could he not have won?...That amazing voice! This did not happen. I suudenly wish i was hiro nakamura ( the chinky guy from heroes), so i can go back to the past and change it, atleast i could have seen america...lol..! Well he's the best selling artist right now and i know for years to come as well. Chris daughtry, looks good and sings amazingly well. Crashed, Home, It's not over, Sorry and many more, love all of them! Chris daughtry is the bestest ever! The only American idol who i think has used her status well is Kelly Clarkson. Her newest song Never Again is amazing! well signing off now!

Neo a.k.a Naomi a.k.a Akka

Well 2006-07 was one of the best years i have ever had in my life. Made many new friends. Will miss my sister though if she's leaving this july. Well i realised how much she actually means to me this past few months. You know how much you need someone when they are actually gone. She has been a great source of inspiration and i love her loads. She has made me smile and laugh my ass off all those times i was feeling down. A great writer, lyricist and an amazing sister! She means the world to me. She comes second after Jesus even after i told her that she comes 4th....! I wrote this only because i was thinking about how much i would miss all her lameness and positiveness. She is the bestest ever.
Hope you read the blog you dumbass!
lol...

Oprah

Life always seems scrwed up. You can either fix the problems by thinking of solutions or you can sit in a corner and crib and say "why me?".... it's all upto you to make the decision.
I was watching Oprah today, and today was the show about this guy who survived the nazi persecution and how he put down all his thoughts in this very famous book called 'Night'. she called him out and as both of them were in conversation, he related some of the incidents that had occured. The one inicedent that instantly broke me into a million pieces was the one where he said that, the would make naked women stand out in the freezing weather until the died of frostbite or something. Well we live in a better more modified world. There are people there who have worser problems to deal with, your problem might seem to be the biggest at that precise moment, but always think about all those people in africa who survive on interrupted love! They say that 1 out of 3 women die everyday because of aids. Well life is not what it seems to be. You can always make it better by living in the moment, forgetting the past and not indulging in thought about the future! Oprah today exposed the ruined and tortured lives behind some the greatest names in the histroy of mankind. For example James Blake, a tennis star who broke his neck, whose father died and who had shingles ( it's a disease that eats up your face and swells up your eyes and blurs your vision. She also invited a model who had brain cancer and brest cancer! She has survived such a big ordeal and is still known for her grit and courage. She has around 2o ( i think) staples on the side of her forehead!
The greatest story of a champion surviving, is that of Lance Armstrong. His story has always made me cry out of happiness. He was diagnosed with cancer and still won the Tour de France 7 times. That's great! His story will today and forver deeply touch my heart!
All you people out there who have problems, go on, confide in someone, release all that you have bottled up!

Friends (06-07)

This year was jus amazing,
The thoughts of all those days still lingering.
Made new friends,
Had a few old friendship bends.
Let’s start off with Cauvery a.k.a the river,
Her spelling mistakes make you quiver.
Her cute television and fluffy,
But not replying to my bro makes me all stuffy.
Then there’s kickass Akash (sister calls him that),
Everybody does he verbally thulp and bash.
Really a good person and the bestest bro,
Amazing poet it is so.
Then there’s Devika, her ever giving quality,
She thinks slipknot’s all noise, especially duality.
Prateek next falls into place, the tallest guy ever,
Always quiet and never talking, NEVER.
Chinthan with all his taste for music, who acts like a sage,
Such a music fanatic never knew of the band garbage.
The most confused guy I have ever met, Reuben,
All those lame fights always I win.
He believed my sister was 10 and from Ireland,
Now he’s in Goa, having all fun on the sand.
Neethi another cottonian, a heroes fanatic,
About Hiro and Peter we both go ballistic.
I am glad I met you all, had loads of fun,
Thank you!.

The One..

The one who loves unconditionally,
The one who cares for everyone,
The one who freely gives,
The one who saves,
The one who protects,
The one who makes me smile,
The one who is a miracle,
The one who is everywhere,
The only one who knows me inside out.
The on who died for me,
The one who cares for me,
The one who teaches me right from wrong,
The one who is my courage,
The one who is my strength,
The one who is my hope,
The one who is my love,
The one is Jesus.

For Love, Anything Is Possible.

My weary eyes scan my surrounding,
My mother’s words in my head keep sounding.
On the bench in the park I sit and wonder,
About all the things I’ve done I ponder.
Anytime I knew my body would give way,
At least this was not happening during the day.
With half open eyes I look around for a place to sleep,
I would fall at any time, my eyes as red as ever and deep.
I took a last look at my injected hand,
And fell in the play park on the sand.
With no idea what happened the night before,
Like a dead fish from the sea coming ashore,
I widen my eyes and realize it was still dawn,
Having lost all independence for balance I stagger to a nearby lawn.
Hoping to receive help from a Good Samaritan,
My face all doped and wrinkled I wondered if I would even get help from a Martian.
Seeing that the lawn did not belong to me,
Towards my house I had to go, if that the direction be.
My hair was unkempt and my hand was injected,
Weed and crystal meth from my pocket projected.
Hurriedly I stuffed it in and looked around,
Only to see something run towards me, my hound.
Pluto leaped onto me and licked me,
I hope this love between boy and dog would forever be.
Pluto and I wended our way home,
Because of aches and pains it seemed as far as Lome.
As we reached home, I could see mom on the doorstep weeping,
Reasons to where I was the night before into me started creeping.
But I couldn’t lie to such an angelic face,
At dancing and laughing she was an ace.
But as I now looked at her,
I realized how to her I was so dear.
She mean’s the world to me and looking at her in this state,
Made me think of the days of how she used to be so elate.
My dad was dead and she was left all alone to take care of me,
And all the bad things that I have done suddenly I see.
I stop walking and breakdown,
A deep sense of regret and remorse made gown,
I now wear only to realize my fault,
Her voice barricaded by my heart that was locked in a vault,
To only which I had the key,
Forever happy and peaceful I desire to be.
She sees me and runs towards me with her hands wide open,
I run towards her and in a moment’s time around me her hands are woven.
My red eyes onto her pure clothing tears,
Her tears gradually dissolved my fears.
I realized my mistakes,
All the problems and stakes,
I was ready for a change, but would be tough,
It was tough never to again bluff.
But for mom I would do anything,
All those tears and fears still ring.
Her pure heart and red eyes sank into mine,
Her pursed lips started to smile and her face began to shine.
She knew I was ready for a new me,
She was ready to help me make me who I am supposed to be.
Crystal meth and cocaine, to hell with it,
Because it destroyed out relationship to bits.
As we both walked into our home,
The place of insecurity and fear shaped dome,
Everything was going to transform!
As she put her arm around me,
She smiled, I could see.
With hope for a new beginning I walked in,
A clean heart, unready to indulge in sin.

Akka (for my sister) a.k.a Naomi.

Every morning I wake up to her smile,
That weird funky way of her sleeping style.
Counter strike her favorite past time,
I wouldn’t give her up even for a dime.
She’s the most amazing sister ever,
All her silly pranks don’t affect me, never.
She with her weird dances,
With all her mad ass kung fu and stances.
Late night television watcher,
She loved Hugh Grant as Thatcher.
Her phone always ringing,
Evanescence, always she keeps singing.
Animation her amazing ambition,
For blackmail she has the ammunition.
She’s the best dancer and lamest singer ever,
Knows everything about physics, even the working of a lever.
She loves Chinese and only the white pieces of the chicken,
Chicken burgers and KFC chicken all finger licken’.
When she’s around, I am always the one taking care of her,
Making her happy and wiping always every tear.
Every person I adore, she loves as well,
From Matt Damon to Wentworth Miller,
From Voldermot to Nagini slither,
She loves them all.
A big sponge bob fanatic,
Tom and Jerry makes her go ballistic.
She’s an amazing sister, forever young,
That smile unknown songs it sings,
That voice in my ear everyday rings.
She’s the most amazing person,
Will pray that you will sooner or later study at Parson.
I am sure she will make it big in life,
The struggle and strife!
Thank you for everything!

Well I wrote this for my sister. Call her akka (laughing). Well she’s the most amazing sister ever and will be going away soon. Will miss her real bad. Thank you for everything! And find Michael!....

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There’s another world inside of me,
That of a different me,
Another me telling me what I would be.
Gnawing at my heart,
Flushing out my thoughts,
Carving out my eyes,
Pulling my hair apart.
I am one, I keep saying that.
But no one is listening.
Inside of me are two people,
A conflict progressing into war,
A war between body and soul.
Never is one, never will be.
Sights induce fear,
Thoughts cook up confusion,
Feelings, chaos.
Some thing or someone?

Devika and Prateek

This is for ya'll. I wrote this for their 6 month anniversary!. Hope ya'll guys liked it.


What is love?
That whole, makes me?
And then breaks me?
Love transcends worldly pleasures,
Love surpasses emotion.
It feels like I’ve known ya’ll for ages,
Even during the time there lived old sages.
But it’s only been a few months,
And I hope for many more to come months.
Every time I look at ya’ll, I wonder,
If ya’ll broke up it would be a blunder.
His attitude verses your anger,
Your smile verses his laughter,
Each a piece uniquely carved out with love,
As pretty as a pair of two doves.
Devika every time you cry,
I think about how to help you and I sigh.
Prateek you mean the world to her,
You make her world all dizzy and blur.
To you she is an angel,
Every hope and desire of yours she does unveil.
Frantic nights have ya’ll endured,
Every morning phone call I readily ensured.
Ya’ll two were meant to be,
For everyone and me it is easy to see.
The cutest and best paired couple in recent history,
Was, but not anymore is a mystery.
I wish this relationship will continue forever,
Each time ya’ll fight someone being the forgiver.
U both mean the world to me,
Anything will I do, for this was meant to be.
I will always be here by your side,
Through every up and down and every rough ride.
Happy six month anniversary,
I am real sorry this gift was very literary.
But I put my heart into it,
Into each and every bit.
My last tributes I would be paying by saying,
Forever I can be with you I keep praying.

Bestest Friend

This is for my friend chinthan who i got to know only a few months back! He's a close and a really good friend! Thank You for everything! Love you!

I never even knew you a few months ago,
And now I need you here all the time.
We’ve become really close,
All those things u’ve helped me out with,
All those secrets you trusted me with,
All those horrendously long lectures,
All those frantic nights you stayed up with me,
I owe u an amazing part of my life.
You mean so much to me,
Becoming my best friend is very tough,
But you’re the first exception.
You were a totally different person,
Always stood apart from the rest of the crowd.
U were the joy in my sadness,
U were the hope in my doubt,
U were the life in my death,
U were and will always be everything to me.
Always by my side,
Always guiding me,
Always trusting me,
I promise you u will never be forgotten.
I am always here for you,
Smiling, even if I am crying.
All those days I’ve cried,
I’ve remembered that I’ve always smiled.
No matter what happens,
No matter what anybody thinks,
No matter what any body does,
You’ll always mean a lot to me,
Will love and miss u always!
In heaven or on earth,
On the phone or online,
Dead or alive,
You will always be my best friend.
You mean the world to me,
And nothing will change that.
Chinthan always remember me,
Because I am always going to be here smiling no matter what,
I am going to smile if it makes u too.
Always here for you,
At your service,
Anytime and anywhere.
Will never forget you,
You’ll always be held close to my heart.
And will always mean a whole lot to me.

The Rich

Every time I look at the people around me,
I wonder how they could live this way.
The way they live and act to see,
With all their problems how they sway.
Such a care free life I dream of,
To be in those shoes I crave.
All these restrictions I am ready to doff,
Only to step into their shoes, I am brave.
A new life would I like to live,
The way they have so much freedom.
The way they so generously give,
Like they own a kingdom.
Every one dreams of being rich,
But only do those people turn out to be spoilt.
Life can be a bitch,
Desires and hopes readily into half will be split.
So all those people who have big hopes and dreams,
Always remember, nothing else matters.
That fighting spirit should still beam,
Steadily against the window pane the rain patters,
Scorching and burning will the sun shine bright,
The winter may be at near sight,
Nothing can stop you from doing anything,
U could be a doctor or even a king,
It all just depends on you,
What decisions u make and what you do.
Money will then take a step down,
Into a new life and into a new town,
Will u enter, where all your dreams will come true.

Kaleidoscope Of Thoughts

Well i know reading this you all might be wondering why i wrote something like this. This poem basically is the vent for all that emotion and feeling i held inside about the fued at home.

Shattered glass, broken memories,
An intact past, a destroyed future.
Everywhere I look,
Pain stained faces call out to me for help,
Blood covered hands, the culprit,
Scruples of tainted love,
Wounds that pour forth blood,
Each outburst awaiting an end.

Alive in form, yet dead inside
Hiding the hate inside,
Fury filled fingers waiting to attack,
Held back by love.
All I needed was a reason,
To fight back and kill the enemy.
But the enemy, a person who I was supposed to love,
What should I do? What should have I done?

A complicated and messed up life,
Each day as confusing as the past one,
To love or hate? To live or die?
Decision making a tough thing to do,
As a blizzard of confusion sweeps my mind away everyday.
To fight or to negotiate?

Well I would do anything to change this,
Anything at all just to make the pain go away.
But I have no clue what to do,
Torn by love and hate,
I have absolutely no idea in mind.
Should I hurt or should I talk it out?

The Wrong Road

The rugged path I dare not tread on,
For everything held easy would suddenly be gone.
Worldly pleasures I succumbed to,
Not knowing the consequences I carried on through.
Friends and foes many I made,
Many enemies goodbye I bade,
Only to realize at the end,
That a prayer to the heavenly father I should send.
Kneeling down in my cold dark room,
In sadness and hope I met my doom.
But I was ready for change,
Ready for a new me and a new age.
Hope filled tears rolled down my cheeks,
With tight shut eyes, for the truth I now seek.
My once stone cold heart,
Because of a foe was like it was pierced with a dart.
I was ready to forgive,
For a new and joyous life I was ready to live.
Materialistic things I reluctantly abandoned,
To more realistic things I summoned,
Love and hope, I beckoned
For a change I called.
This phase of my life has taught me many things,
To my mind many memories back it brings.
All those frantic and depressing nights,
All those mistakes, those terrifying sights,
Still gnaws away pieces of my heart,
I would like to make my way across to the hope filled mart.
A broken heart, yet firm dreams,
The light of my fighting spirit still beams.
Many friends have I met,
Only happiness and fun always in debt.
This phase will soon become the past,
And into a new phase will I enter in full blast.
Making people around me smile,
All of them happy like a bride walking down the isle.
Everyone has their own set of problems and pains to deal with,
No matter how small or big, no matter the width,
Solutions are always there a plenty,
Wrong actions and decisions only deserve a penalty.
All this have I learnt and will still continue to,
With hope and belief I will continue to,
With a clear head and a new heart will I,
Do what I was born to do.

Tribute to The Known Dead

Never knew you. I wish I did. Does it have to hurt this much.
Pain creeps in, filling those humongous craters of loneliness.
Was it meant to end this way?
A rented heart hanging on to the palms of hope,
Is there really hope when a new day dawns?
Or is it just one of those clichés?
Every time I think about you, the deeper the trench becomes.
These swollen eyes still hope for a miracle, God?
All those times I made u shut up, only to regret it now,
To hear that voice of yours, I would give up anything,
Even if it meant giving up the world.
I would give up life just to meet u up there,
Worldly sacrifices innumerable have been made,
But you’re gone, and it still hurts.
Just to have you back would be impossible,
I guess Jesus would like to have u now.
But why so fast?
Hope you are making everyone happy in heaven,
Just they way u did here, until that day!
I didn’t even get to say goodbye,
Something that would have been the last thing I would have ever done.
But here I am without you,
In my lonely world I pray for a miracle,
Memories, the only happiness that make me smile.
I always knew how far u were away from me,
But…… now?
All those nights we sat up doing sums,
All those phone calls,
Your number was the only one I have remembered for so long,
And now? Am I supposed to forget it all in a flash?
Never take life for granted, because your world could change in just a wink.
Your being, your fragrance, your personality,
YOU will forever be remembered.