I lie to be saved.
I exaggerate to be fitted.
I flatter to be liked.
I try to be confident.
If I do not like you,
Then step out of my way;
But if I desire you,
Then welcome to my life.
I believe that we are rich
But unsure if we are still.
In a sense, I may be clever
But I act as if I do not care.
I am satisfied on my image
But I curse my age ;
I am envious to the famous
For I aspire to be one of those.
I boast on what I have
And pretend that I have.
I admit! I am a feeler
-A total social climber.
By choice, I am fake
Because scared to be unwanted.
I often smile,
But uncertain if it is for real.
Do not you ever hurt me,
For I hold enmity.
Do please adore and notice me,
For I value amity.
I am swanking that I am mean, I tell you
-But what else can I do?
This is who I am,
And I am mold the way I am precisely.
I have not yet transformed,
But still changing.
Genuinely trying,
Not at all falsifying.
I am uttering this not to be hated,
But actually to be loved.
About Me
- Indrajoy TBA- The Born Attitude
- A paranoid with a mind bubbling with craziest of all ideas, pasting all the junk on this blogspot and finally live like a king : ).
Thursday, March 6, 2008
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Theres a time in everybody's life, when he/she is in a transfix(quant-extantial stage)... held up in the vacuum of not being anywhere or anything...theres a fear of not realising your dreams...theres a fear of not being the person you wanted to be...and most importantly theres a fear of not being loved...and thats when it is tested of how full of conviction you actually are...of what substance you are made off....and one fine day the sky clears off that smog around and you get to see what you want...where you want and how you want it!
nice work
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