Nee kududa proxy
Athu thanda classy
Unna poga solvangada veliya
Nee poda pal theriya
Ye...dandanakka...dadakunaka.....
dandanakka...dadakunaka
Collegena ithuthanda
Matterna ingathanda
Pasanga ulla vara try pannuvanga
Ponnunga veliya poga kenjuvanga
Ye...dandanakka...dadakunaka.....
dandanakka...dadakunaka
Commercuna B.blocku
Ulla vantha nee shocku
Inga odunda pirranah
Unna kadicha nee diwalah
Ye...dandanakka...dadakunaka.....
dandanakka...dadakunaka
Nanga stella maris collegeilla
Pera ketta athirumilla
Veliya poi ketu paruda
Enga colleguna summava
Ye...dandanakka...dadakunaka.....
dandanakka...dadakunaka
Zanychild
Driving people insane as always
An existence...
A chance to prove
A life to live
But do we live it properly?
Each moment is
A chance
An opportunity
We realize it late
And lose it to fate
We are material
To what is immaterial
And immaterial
To what is material
We lose out on
People, time and emotions
And try to gain
By nook or crook
Wealth, riches and possessions
But what did we bring to the World?
And what are we taking from it?
Nothing,
Absolutely nothing
But we leave behind
Arrogance, hatred and ruthlessness
Which could have been
Love, courage and happiness
We have made a new world
Out of corruption and destruction
A world filled with darkness
Where no way light can seep in
Is this what we want?
Is this why we exist?
Zanychild
Driving people insane as always
Merry-Go-Round
Round and round
Soon life comes around
Roller coaster
What a toaster
Life becomes scarier than a monster
Twist and turn
Twirl and tide
Makes us hide, From life's bad side
But very few abide
To this rule
Though it is too cool [:p]
It is like a cup of coffee
Bittersweet and tastes like Toffee
Once filled up to the brim
It can't hold no more
And there it remains grim
Waiting to be tasted
To be relished
Each and every sip...
And then comes along love
With its typical symbol of a dove
To deter us away from hate
Which spoils each one's fate
But we are ignorant
As we always are arrogant
Of what we want,
Of when we want,
Of why we want,
Out of life, Out of love
True, true but what do we do
Since we are crude and brood
Over our past, present and future
We live life our way
Demand things to stay
Breaking rules and wishes
Just so our lives are bliss
To shine and stand out
We easily lose ourselves without doubt
To only end up fumbling and stumbling
And come back to our dwelling
Material things, material possessions
Makes us run hither to thither
But we forget one thing
That all that matters is people
And the rest is immaterial
So live life in its true bloom sense
With some fun and common sense
VidyAlice**
The blue ones are written by me, black ones by alice
This is a product of:
Credits for ambigram: gigi (Lord Ripper the IInd)