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Ha ha I sit down to write something and all it comes to my mind is poetry, Imagine me doing that, why they are beautiful but it just that I have ben struggling to make up sentences these days, and the thoughts in my mind are happy thought worth more then a sentence

Ahhmm..
Na having started like I have done I cant do justice here, may be some other post.

You believe in something,
its almost teh basis of your existance its beautiful,
noble innocent ..
your are happy
the world looks beautiful
but then darkness, despair,
what was beautiful once appears absurd ,
meaningless
you try to hold on
but for how long..
finally you give up ..
formulate new theories
to make sense of your existance, things around you

Something lingers on..
How can it be like this you ask innocently ,,,
Grow up dude comes the reply,
what the hell do you think
you try to be mean
it doesnt come naturally
but you try

And then out of nowhere
things make sense
Like a boy who found his long lost red rubber ball!
Its not what its used to be
little worn out
but its mine
I havent lost it after all
It was all along there

Tomm I will play
I will pray to you God
for you dont seem that unreasonable!


This was not a poem, I can do better, I just didnt want these thoughts to be in one line, for they came one after another