Monday, October 4, 2010

Mental Spam

Instability
Emptiness
Dark shadows

Written, unwritten verses
Spoken, unspoken words

Spam,
It feels like mental spam,
These obsessive destructive thoughts.

Dark shadows of the past
Loom in the present

You're gone.
But when I wake up every morning,
Why does this room still smell of you?

5 comments:

Ashu said...

I like the trail of thought.
And what cooks inside your head.

Thousif Raza said...

cool lines.... nice one... and why do you always keep changing your blog name haan ;) :)


take care and keep writing....................

♪♪HARINI♪♪ said...

Loved it! So true! :) :)

Nik said...

liked the term - "mental spam" !!

nice blog btw.

Nik said...

liked the term "mental spam"

nice blog btw.