It feels like a paradox. And I just want to disappear. I cannot breathe this air anymore.
It stifles me.
Sometimes it takes every ounce of energy that I have to keep from screaming out loud.
I can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.
The more you see, the less you know
The less you find out as you go
I knew much more then than I do now.
– City Of Blinding Lights
Oh Bono! How you talk to me!
I love you so.
If Happiness Is A Warm Gun..
Then I’d take a bullet through my heart.
‘The Times Of Indian’ Crest Edition today had one question to ask on their front page :
But I had the answer to this three years ago :
Sahar : Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India
Ifthar : Makkah, Saudi Arabia
Insha Allah!
Words would land on me,
Then abandon me,
Mangle untangle me,
Leave me on the floor.
Rhymes they sprang in me,
Summer sang in me,
But summer sings in me no more.
Maybe In Madras 