Every morning changing between gears five
the music differs from old to live
with a deep remorse and the monday blues
I reach office to fill some one elses shoes

Sunday evening and the week begins
Monday morning when my alarm rings
Oooh Oooh Oooh Monday Blues
I love you so, you blow my fuse..

Whatever..

AS I DIE..

I want to bring my deepest inhibitions out now in a straight line. I suddenly have pangs of doubt now that everything I have dreamt about might not necessarily work out. I feel frustrated about thinking that I am dying now, slowly but steadely. I shall have to draft a make shift plan dependent on self reliance, the mobility and execution of which shall be flexible.

I want to travel now, live life more passionately, openly, with no egos. Basically, shall be taking is easy pal, slowly but steadely...