nothing really

hmmm....its 1-34 pm. I am at home. have nothing much to do. Guitar classes will start, wen, i dunno. I am blogging, i dunno why. You are reading coz u are nice!!;) (damn did that rhyme??)

I want to go have a cup of coffee right now in CCD, with whom? i don't know!!

No i am not drunk!! the "teetotaler" me!! learnt that word a few days back, and no, thats not how you pronounce it!! and no, the line above did not rhyme!! stop reading it again and again!!'why' and 'nice' cannot rhyme!!

I saw an episode of Bigggg BOSSS or howsoever it is spelt!!,, the other day. Its stupid! the roadies thingy these days on Mtv SUCKS!! i like the show but hate those losers sitting and bitching and dogging!!( why blame the females alone!!wen women bitch its bitching and wen men do the same its "dogging")

oh! and yeah! i know, thanx to my friends i know a lot of you know my name, but i still like to be addressed as "whats in a name". peace****

"anyways,,u continue!! sab good hai!!peace hai!tata!!"

adios

ciao

khudahafiz

My Creation Of Havoc!

After that incredible noise, all was quiet and I was no exception.
I woke up to see no roof over my head.
Infact, I lay on the floor, I could not locate my bed.

I went into the outside and saw what I could have never imagined to have seen.
I moved into my garden. My heart ached, my body froze, my mind, bewildered.
I saw my son. Actually just a part of him.
I saw his aeroplane clutched in his fist,
I do not know where the rest of him was, it was just his aeroplane and just his fist.
I screamed. The inside of me was dead.

I went looking for my little princess,
All that was left was burning ash and that stench of plastic. She never parted with her doll.

My eyes refused to emote and my heart refused to obey.
I rushed to the pond nearby and I washed my face.
But. The touch of water? I couldn’t feel it anymore.

Then I suddenly felt my son’s touch and felt my princess’s little hands in my own.
I kissed them, hugged them tight.
I was elated though startled that they suddenly looked alright!

My son then told me it was time for ‘us’ to go! “Go where”? I asked
He smiled took me by my hand and showed me my bodily self charcoaled!

My creation of Havoc, my Time Bomb refused to follow orders last night.
Before I could plant it safely to kill a few,
It gave me a fight!