AGAIN

Another no, but it feels like my first every time I get one,

Hopes get shattered and tears drop in sprints of water,

I shout and I curse myself and ask god why,

For days and nights I cry,

For days and nights I cut myself in agony of my being,

For days and nights I ask god why me,

For days I nights I think where did I miss,

For days and nights I promise myself I will give up, this was the last time.

The next morning I again put my bag-pack on my shoulder and I start walking,

Again I open a new book to start the same story but this time with a different step,

Again I start writing with my old pen but with new ink, hoping this time it would be right.

Again I fold my hands in pray and bribe my god for success,

Again I promise myself this would be the last time I try!

What do Men Want?????

I always thought you wanted someone special

someone special who was more than average and less then mad

i dont know what you got

but what i got was identity crisis

before i met you i was confused on what do men want

after meeting you i felt i was doing right

and now when all of its over i wonder what i want

they say love changes it all

hell yeah it does, it changed me

i just want to know one answer and then i thought every woman may think the same

do a man want a woman like me? no no he wants something who is totally opposite

as Alan said in two and a half men 'I am great with kids and old people, its just English speaking adults i have a problem with'

i think same is with women-  they are great with men half and double their age but when it comes to men their age they have no fucking idea

seeing a few friends of mine, male friends... i saw a pattern which was shocking

and changed my perception, mind it for the bad, completely

men just want women who can set them straight

they don't want women who are cool and let them do whatever, coz they will do it anyway

they want moomies... so women be cool but be a dud to make them stay

if u dont wanna change be happy be single be you...

ruining ur mood, signing off

from the ugly truth... Kady Gerald Butler

Scared

I am so scared
Not from Mortality
Not from Death
Not from Failure
Not from Blood
I am so scared
Not of Gluttony
Not of Sin
Not of Mirth
Not of Hubris
I am so scared
Not of Life
Not of Death
Not of Betrayal
Not to Trust
I am so scared


Scared of God, The things that's unseen
That thing with power, ruining and making lives
Who decides what's right, who decides what's wrong?
It's my life, I should own it but I don't.


As a child my mother forced me to join my hands and pray to that thing in the sky
I still do the same, as habits die hard
I have done nothing wrong , but still I am paying and undeserving
Why should I pray anymore?
Who the hell is up there, why doesn't it show itself


I am scared, if it is there it would punish me.