You are so vain,
You make me go insane,
and I dont wanna let you go.
You are so vain,
You gimme so much pain,
but I dont wanna let you go.
but if you leave me,
I wont die believe me,
I wont even cry BABY!
I would just dance,dance,dance YEAH!!
You are so vain,
You drain my brain,
but I dont wanna let you go.
If I am tha one who leaves you,
dont stick to me like a glue,
we cant go together-forever,
though we dream that-no matter,
and then we would just dance,dance,dance YEAH!
You are so vain,
You make me go insane,
and I dont wanna let you go.
You are so vain,
You gimme so much pain,
but I dont wanna let you go.
Akul Sharma
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Last Day
If it is the last day,
I wish to climb the the highest peak,
and wish to play with the wind,
an exciting game of hide and seek.
If it is the last day,
I wish to kiss the flowing river,
and lying down under a blanket of snow,
I would love to shiver.
If it is the last day,
I wish to get the moon and stars,
and to gladly display them,
on the window of my car.
I dont wish to touch the rose,
but to feel the the thorns,
so that they get an answer,
to why they were born.
If it is the last day,
I wish to stand in the scorching sun,
and to slowly walk on broken pieces of glass,
which are liked by none.
I wish to race the tiger,
and ride a horse,
and to enter the graveyard,
to lie down on a corpse.
If it is the last day,
I would love to be crazy,
I am not fast;yes I am slow,
but I love to be lazy.
If it is the last day ,
I want to see the world,
borrowing the wings of,
the very lovely bird.
I am not stupid,
I am not mad,
neither I am happy,
nor my poem is sad.
just the things I wish to do,
before the last sunset,
and this would be the perfect ending,
really perfect I bet.
Akul Sharma
I wish to climb the the highest peak,
and wish to play with the wind,
an exciting game of hide and seek.
If it is the last day,
I wish to kiss the flowing river,
and lying down under a blanket of snow,
I would love to shiver.
If it is the last day,
I wish to get the moon and stars,
and to gladly display them,
on the window of my car.
I dont wish to touch the rose,
but to feel the the thorns,
so that they get an answer,
to why they were born.
If it is the last day,
I wish to stand in the scorching sun,
and to slowly walk on broken pieces of glass,
which are liked by none.
I wish to race the tiger,
and ride a horse,
and to enter the graveyard,
to lie down on a corpse.
If it is the last day,
I would love to be crazy,
I am not fast;yes I am slow,
but I love to be lazy.
If it is the last day ,
I want to see the world,
borrowing the wings of,
the very lovely bird.
I am not stupid,
I am not mad,
neither I am happy,
nor my poem is sad.
just the things I wish to do,
before the last sunset,
and this would be the perfect ending,
really perfect I bet.
Akul Sharma
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