I am sitting on a blank green table
in a class full of chattering people
yet not a sound pierces my thought bubble
as i sit here thinking of you..
The teacher is standing in the corner
tortured and insulted hurt and broken
may be he knows what i am suffering
as i sit here thinking of you
There was a time when every other sentence you said was "I LOVE YOU"
and today all you have left is "I have NOTHING to say to you"
where have we come we you don't care anymore..i wonder
as i sit here thinking of you
You say you are busy
can't help the way i am feeling
But then did you ever care..i ponder
as i sit here thinking of you
These thoughts these feelings
are lynching me to death
killing my precious memories
as i sit here thinking of you
Tarnished i stand feeling foolish and betrayed
duped by my own instincts would i ever trust again
no i decide understanding the lesson i have been taught
as i sit here thinking of you
I am sitting on a blank green table
wiping my slate just as clean
letting go of the past and the future
as i no longer sit here thinking of you..
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6 comments:
hey umang, does everyone feel the same in pain????
@t
i guess..we are all bogged down the same..some show it and bring it out and others just hide it under layers of smiles..
So very opposite to your name
this is really's real from a hardcore writer
great job n rather a masterpiece
@gonecase
what is in a name..we can't always live up to them can we??
wudn't humayun then be the luckiest man instead of being the luckless fool that he was??
@ankit...coming from u...this is a true honour thank u..
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