Monday, 10 September, 2007


i stand here alone and friendless
with fingers pointing my way
accusing me of crimes,
i know not of, i say

i shout out my innocence
till i feel my throat tear
but not a single ear is here
not a single word they hear

i am tired and i am ashamed
of standing here, cowering and bent
begging to be left alone by them
who are killing me with insult

i feel my head spin
the voices echoing fast
accusing and harsh they fall
bringing me to my knees at last

i am lost and dead, a sacrifice
on the alter of caprice and lies
divested and slayed i am
by the mighty sword of vice...


Supriya Narang said...

baaap re.. i neva knew u cud be this serious :|

Reeta Skeeter said...

Arre cheer up! You got this blog working afresh.. now write goody goody stuff :|

umang said...

hota h bache..kbhi kbhi i get serious..just a bad nw hopefully i m back to my mast bindas ways :D

i kno..just been having a real bad phase
but now my mast self is going to be back with a vengeance..hopefully :D

Reeta Skeeter said...

Yo! That is better!