Angel

"I am an old woman named after my mother
My old man is another child that's grown old
If dreams were lightning thunder was desire
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago

Make me an angel that flies from montgom'ry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

When I was a young girl well, I had me a cowboy
He weren't much to look at, just free rambling man
But that was a long time and no matter how I try
The years just flow by like a broken down dam.

There's flies in the kitchen I can hear 'em there buzzing
And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today.
How the hell can a person go to work in the morning
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say.

Make me an angel that flies from montgom'ry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go."

Saw a kid in the train today, he made me reopen my long forgotten blog writing hobby. For almost half an hour the kid just sat pretending to eat air from his tiffin box. The happiest face he had, I like happy faces.
I like sad faces too, I like a lot of things. I am too tired to dislike anything. Tired of being.. Mabbe I should not be for a while. Wonder how not to be - like that air which the kid I saw today was playing with.

So used to being scared, just cant be otherwise. Infact I dont remember not being scared. How does it feel?

I identify wid everyone.....good, bad, ugly...In a mirror i see a mirror..........Nt a crisis of identify but mabbe too much of it!

When i was a kid and all four of us laughed together at the same time....i wished deep deep inside that the moment stayed forvever....I always was smarter as a kid!

The more I know myself, the more I realise I am just like you, needy and more needy! I guess even you feel "You are special"!

New Batch in Piramal Nagar!