Saturday, January 26, 2008

confessions

even though in my waking hours I will always deny, I know I am ashamed of how old how soon I have become.
I hide , I lie  and I do it so many times , that the lie becomes a truth to me. Sweet lord, I wish a honest life I could lead, a truthful tale that I could tell , and not become a man who fears the image in his mirror. Alas I become the same each passing day.

Ek Sach

 Hum apne aap se bhi chup ke rote hain