a Turkey is fed wid all d love n care n on d day b4 Thanksgivin its neck is wrung.. by d ones who had been feedin it d irony s by den d turkey develops a sense of gettin pampered by d feeders n takes 'em in2 faith.... d sudden change in situation makes it get lost i feel d same 2 n it hurts......

i loved d rain... i loved d soft breeze..... n i loved d long walks n d long rides in rain..... it's rainin again......... but dis tyme.... m nt thrilled anymore...... still searchin 4 d reason y......

silence.... 2 of its kind.... d self-imposed 1... of those wid convictions who seek 2 speak their cause wid a sense of protest... tats wat i alwas had b4... n now d other 1... of those who ve taken covr in a dark place.... n accept d reality of darkness bein d destiny of life.... i despeartely wish i don suffer 4m dis silence..... n most probably i ll........

listenin 2 sum of my fav songs n here cums a realiztn no doubt music s sumthin tat makes anybdy blow away gives peace 2 soul n soothes d mind n heart in d best possible way but d worst part of it s we alws relate evry bit of music 2 sum or d othr happenins in lyfe tat makes us go bck 2 tat mment again n again n gives a kinda emptyness led by d fact tat so much ve changd since d last tyme d same music was played