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The Rose taught me many things, it speaks and it mesmerizes. It guides every individual in a different way & hence it refrained me to share her teachings.
“All I can say is that people have misinterpreted a rose’s thorns. They aren’t meant for its protection. She pricks you so that you will remember her always.”
Kaushal . . .
I wrote this somewhere around the end of the year 2008 . I really had a tough time coping up with my life.
Please excuse me for the obscene terms I have used. I guess my brain cells weren’t fully developed then so please do not laugh .
I always referred to my life as ‘her’ ( as I think she’s some b**** trying to mess me up for her own benefit)
I wrote this when like any other teenage, I too was pissed on my life . I wrote this for ‘My life’. I love having a conversation with ‘My life’ & blaming her for everything bad and thanking her for everything good that happens to me. I love you the same as i hate you .
A word with her . .
Walking Into A Storm,
Loaded With Grudge.
In An Ocean Of Worms,
You did Me Wrong & Never Did I Nudge.
Bloated With Regrets, Hatred & Shame,
For You, I Even Skipped That Passing Phase.
I Should Have Had Faced It,Damn I Was Lame,
All You Did was Watch & Play Me On a Maze.
Ignorant Was I, So Rude And Blue,
You Never Did Guide But Glued, Screwed And Did Loot.
You Kicked, I Tripped and Fell & You Flew.
I Hated You For a While & Then I Had Ma Share for You To Boot.
I Went Low . . . Planning To Hit Back Good,
All Wet & Slurry but I Went Green Soon.
All I Wished Was A Single Hit, but my mood
It Swinged Wild, Courtesy My Brain, The Goon
Hatred, Anger, Revenge Was I filled With,
& It Turned into Shame For I Realised You Were Me.