Monday, 14 October 2013


You cannot measure love the way you can the length of a rod or the height of a building

- Paulo Coelho, The witch of Portbello

Sunday, 13 October 2013

No way out

No way out, no way out
From this dark dark circling mess
The more I struggle, wriggle
The more I get tangled in this net

There is not a ray of hope
There is not a way out
I just cannot go on hurting
I better put a stop to all this

When I try to cut loose
The knife goes to my flesh
My life oozes out
The net remains intact

I realized with a start
I still cannot hurt the net
This net is too dear
I loved at the cost of my life..