It raINed bRokEN GlASs
the sound of glass crashing... amazing... its the perfect sound for breaking... i felt like breaking glasses on and on... singing:
sitting here in a boring room
just another rainy sunday afternoon
i felt like i wanna break it all
break every damned glass piece in the hall
break them all
just break them all
I was frustrated because the damned thing wouldn't open up. I kept trying every few seconds, hoping that this time it would. Fearing my deepest fears, that I would be the cause of a funeral.
It could be. I could be.
I didn't know what to do. I put on full blast music, a song remixed by a DJ friend of mine - a mix of gasolina and we will rock you
I danced like I had gone mad.
Then went to the hostel gym for the drams practised.
No one arrived.
I couldn't calm down.
So I worked out.
I was dripping of sweat, when it was pouring dark and cold outside.
Yes I calmed down went back to my room and found out.
I was.
I vented out every emotion. Nothing left now. Calm and composed, I went back to my work.
Still singing:
sitting here in a boring room
just another rainy sunday afternoon
i felt like i wanna break it all
break every damned glass piece in the hall
break them all
just break them all
sitting here in a boring room
just another rainy sunday afternoon
i felt like i wanna break it all
break every damned glass piece in the hall
break them all
just break them all
I was frustrated because the damned thing wouldn't open up. I kept trying every few seconds, hoping that this time it would. Fearing my deepest fears, that I would be the cause of a funeral.
It could be. I could be.
I didn't know what to do. I put on full blast music, a song remixed by a DJ friend of mine - a mix of gasolina and we will rock you
I danced like I had gone mad.
Then went to the hostel gym for the drams practised.
No one arrived.
I couldn't calm down.
So I worked out.
I was dripping of sweat, when it was pouring dark and cold outside.
Yes I calmed down went back to my room and found out.
I was.
I vented out every emotion. Nothing left now. Calm and composed, I went back to my work.
Still singing:
sitting here in a boring room
just another rainy sunday afternoon
i felt like i wanna break it all
break every damned glass piece in the hall
break them all
just break them all
Just break them all.
ReplyDeleteDo whatever you want but stay clear of my room.
ReplyDeleteNice poem. I guess your frustration has reached a level higher than required.
ReplyDelete@above: LOL :D
@amrit
ReplyDeleteTotally.. but for now.. I need to gear up to break a leg
@leela
break your ventilator glass :P
@anand
well I kinda changed a few words in lemon tree :P