You thought i see the world through a Crizal lens,
You though i could show you a good time by the Guess watch on your wrist,
You thought i would,communicate with you through theIphone,
You thought i could hear you using my Bose earphones,
You thought I connect to the world using a Mac,
You wanted me to smell like cologne made by Davidoff,
You only saw my heart with the Tommy Hilfiger Logo on it
You saw for me what i am not, You saw for what i owned not for what i am, or what i do,
Hence i am letting you go.You loved me for something else which i am not, i am letting you walk with an illusion. Thank you!
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Branded by Life and for life
I see the world through a Crizal lens,
I am grabbed at the Wrist by a Casio Watch which absorbs the pulse and tells me the time,
I communicate using a Samsung Phone,
I walk in a pair of Nike Shoes,
I hear through Bose,
I connect to the world using a Dell,
I smell of a cologne made by Davidoff,
I am not a bird but i still tweet,
My heart beats underneath a Tommy Hilfiger Logo.
The Virtual Money i have is concealed in a Leather Wallet made by Calvin Klein,
I am enslaved to the world of Brands, Are you?
I am grabbed at the Wrist by a Casio Watch which absorbs the pulse and tells me the time,
I communicate using a Samsung Phone,
I walk in a pair of Nike Shoes,
I hear through Bose,
I connect to the world using a Dell,
I smell of a cologne made by Davidoff,
I am not a bird but i still tweet,
My heart beats underneath a Tommy Hilfiger Logo.
The Virtual Money i have is concealed in a Leather Wallet made by Calvin Klein,
I am enslaved to the world of Brands, Are you?
I am a Prisoner of Dreams
I am a prisoner of my Dreams,
Enslaved to the things i own,
Grabbed at Wrist by time,
With every pulse beating, clock ticking away,
Dreams aborted by the beep of an alarm,
Sweating to the thump of the music on a Treadmill,
Fingers doing on the work on the keyboard,
Consumed by Work and Consuming Coffee to make a living,
This is my Life - Surrounded by 2 digits, 0 and 1.
Enslaved to the things i own,
Grabbed at Wrist by time,
With every pulse beating, clock ticking away,
Dreams aborted by the beep of an alarm,
Sweating to the thump of the music on a Treadmill,
Fingers doing on the work on the keyboard,
Consumed by Work and Consuming Coffee to make a living,
This is my Life - Surrounded by 2 digits, 0 and 1.
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Waking up to a Dream
The Chirping of Birds,
The Ray of Sunshine,
The Aroma of a Coffee,
The warmth of the hug,
And the Sight of you,
This is what i want to wake up to forever and ever
The Ray of Sunshine,
The Aroma of a Coffee,
The warmth of the hug,
And the Sight of you,
This is what i want to wake up to forever and ever
Sunday, November 10, 2013
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