My Attitude

I am,
A little bit of Lonliness,
A little bit of disregard,
But what I am,
Is a complete Retard.


Retard for this feelings I have,
For the things that I hate,
Coz what I have and what I hate,
Is no one's Business or Gait.


Its not my fault,
That I don't listen to you,
Its all internally default.


In fact, when I don't,
Is a fact that I won't,
And a fact that's over blown,
From the start.

Million Confused Emotions

When I see you,
I have a Million,
Emotion.

A part of me says,
How Beautiful are your eyes,
A part of me says,
How stupid are your lies,
A part of me says,
I would die for that walk,
A part of me says,
How much does she talk.


All this Emotion,
Is creating Confusion.


When I see you,
I have a Million,
Emotion.


A part of me says,
To ask you for a date,
A part of me says,
No its not in your fate,
A part of me says,
Make a conversation,
A part of me is scared,
Of her intimidation.


All this Emotion,
Is creating Commotion.



When I see you,
I have a Million,
Emotion.


A part of  me weighs,
The pro's and con's,
A part of  me calculates,
The maintenance cost,
A part of me sings,
A love song,
A part of me says,
To leave you alone.


All this Confusion,
And all this Commotion,
Is making me run,
Away !!



*Update*
Here is a Sneak Preview of what I am working on

A Million Confused Emotion (Intro2) by Harry Paddy

Story of a Breadwinner

Day and Night,
People fight,
Yet they are
Just so Far,
From this dark Tunnel's End light.


No Mercy,
No Pity,
This Cruel world,
Crushes them with all its might.

Yet,
Up they get,
Shake off the dust,
And double their Bet,
Never losing sight,
of their Target.

And in the end,
After all the amends,
Sacrifices and Adjustments,
The wall is breached,
And his goals achieved.

This is the story of  a bread winner,
with several mouths to feed,
Who is lost in that task,
To reduce the burden on those who succeed.

Not the orthodox style of writing. Experimenting with words and Paragraph placements. Hope you enjoy it.

Hey Babe

Hey Babe,
What is this thing with your eyes,
You make me wanna get hypnotized,
They are shinier than the shiniest ice,
Would Love to stare it all day long if given a choice.

Hey Girl,
You make me wanna fly,
You are the drug that makes me high,
You are like that Beautiful moon in the night sky,
Shining so bright than the other stars, they don't even have to try

I wonder what is it with U!!!

How can you just Kill a Man??

Here is something,
I don't Understand,
How can you just,
Kill a Man.

Wars are fought,
strategies are planned,
Ppl kill each other,
At an Old Man's Command.
An Old Man,
Whom they think is wise and Informed
But in reality,
Is too proud of his Uniform.

What good can come,
When you Kill in the name of Peace,
You are in turn,
Letting the Hatred Increase.

On the contrary,

Protecting thy self,
Is one's primary duty,
But don't let the decision be made,
By some fucking deputy.

So Please,

Come to your senses,
Clear the Ambiguity,
Coz Killing for Peace is like,
Screwing for virginity.