Live to see another day

a life that's spent in anger,

another that's almost too frail

to last for even a single day

past a moment of torture.

efforts to toil and persevere

may sometimes go in vain

wither and dry and fall they may

but never to cost a future

why then must one be so in haste

to tie a throat, to slit a vein

to pop some pills, and run from pain

a life of chase is but a waste

when the world is harsh and full of sin

when sorrow's great and troubles thicken

when the lights dim and hope runs thin

you tune it all out, and look within

empty your minds, open your hearts

gather your strength, fight ever so hard

never succumb, don't surrender

live another day, if not forever

tail-less cats and cat-less tails

Cats and tails.
they go together.
A cat without a tail
has no identity.
A tail without a cat
has no purpose.
Both of them
if drawn asunder
defy all sanity,
fight all repose.

A dream for one

her eyes are closed, 

her lashes laced

moonlight gleams off

her tear streamed face.

a troubled mind

a chronic ache

that fills her heart

but never wakes

endless slumber

uneventful

neither peaceful

nor too painful

she's lived like this

most of her life

no one to hold

nothing to hide

she does not miss

the world unknown

'twas never seen

or ever shown

the world she sees

is deep within

another realm

an endless whim

the tide may rise

the clouds may shift

the birds may chirp

and streams may drift

but all she knows

turns into smoke

the smell of a rose

the scent of a dream

a train of thoughts

a soothing hum

they blend into

a dream for one

18 till I die

I turned eighteen a few days ago, and it got me thinking. I know that this birthday was supposed to be extremely significant, and mean that I was finally considered to be all grown up. But it doesn't feel that way. I'm still the same me. I look the same, I'm wearing the same clothes, I go to the same college, and my daily activities remain unchanged.
Though what I do will change over the years, I doubt it'll have much effect on who I am as a person.
Maybe I will always be young at heart. Maybe I will always have dreams too big for me. Maybe I will always be a little stubborn. Maybe I will always have the same feelings I have today. Maybe I will be 18 till I die.

doomsday! (oooh :P)

Have you ever wondered

Even hypothetically

How the world would be
After quarter of a century?

If you'd still be where

You stand right now
If your dreams are fulfilled,
And if so, how

As the Indian poet Kabir said

Do all now before it's too late
'Cause one day we might all be dead

In a devastation brought on by fate

We could get burnt by the awful heat
Or swept over by waves of doom

When mankind is at risk of defeat
And nature decides there aint enough room

So believe in prayer and unity
And strive for the good of humanity
Wear a genuine smile, be happy

And be nice to everyone you see

Open your hearts, be humane

Tell your dear ones, "I love you"

For the end could be near, you know it too

And "happily ever after" may never come true