Just now
I saw sad eyes
Too sad to even cry
Looking at me from the mirror
My eyes.
I'm nervous and careless, I'm sad and mad.
It'll be what it will be.
Because it is what it is.
Nervous and careless, sad and mad.
My belly tight, it hurts real bad.
My heart beats fast, i feel it in my hand.
The loss in my eyes, like a deer in headlights.
It makes me ill and filled with fright.
This world closing in with unexpected winds,
Twirls and swirls me around, until I the hit ground.
When it's all over is when I'll begin.
There and then i will finally be found.
For now in my present in anxious torture.
I'm nervous about this and careless for that.
I'm sad from the past and mad for the future.
I will face without choice my mistakes.
The storm I won't be able to escape.
It'll be what it will be
And I'll do what i have to do.
But I'm nervous and careless, I'm sad and mad.
Why do I do see all the deeds done bad.
I feel sad to day
I feel sad in heart to day, to see what is happening all around me
The season of spring is singing the tune of autumn
The Koyals* and nightingales have left without singing,
This beautiful garden and the trees,
Before the spring would have bloom them to sing,
In full throated ease and beauty
They have left the nest and the tree and even the Garden
To see all this
I am very sad to day, sad, very sad in heart
Adieu my friends, you are the birds, who could have sung,
Many more songs and would have given many more dreams,
To those who are still in the garden, in the hope of a Koyal’s melody
But these are the dreams for awaken eyes
And not for those who are sleeping
As day dreams can be put to shape, but the dreams of sleeping eyes
Very rarely get a shape and are often get lost in sleep alone
I feel very sad,
To realize and to see things as they getting all around me
Ravindra
Kanpur India 31 01 2010
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*Koyal . A melody singing bird of India (like the Nightingale of John Keats)
Koyal mainly sings in the season of spring.
Why me?
Why it have to be me?
Of being sad and thinking about the pass.
Why me?
Why it have to be me?
You don't care how i feel.
You don't know i get.
Of being sad and thinking about the pass.
Why me?
Why it have to be me?
I find myself having to act
onstage, spotlight trained and fixed
The Sad Clown
Laughing on the outside
Crying on the inside
Lying, pretending, dishonest
its all one big game
customer asks "How are you today?"
Lie: "Good"
True feelings submerged
only 10% revealed above water
until i get home @ night
then the Sad Clown is exposed in the darkness
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