Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
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AGENDA: CLEAN HOUSE


someone has really hurt my feelings. I was lying there since morning, waiting for her to return, I had been a nice girl today. I looked around myself, ahh! not so dusty I believe. The bedsheet is clean, the floors look nice. All set!

....And then she comes. There is a visitor today! YAY! I thought, I should get nice compliments today. In the past few months, all the visitors have admired my beauty. So as expected I waited patiently for the two hours that they yapped away to glory! I was beginning to get a bit agitated by the "judging glances" the visitor was throwing at me. Literally, tearing my reputation apart, He hurt my feelings. Let alone a compliment he accused me of being DIRTY! I mean what the hell. She protested as well. I knew she would take my side. She works hard to keep me good looking, and this good for nothing visitor, just came strolling by and passed a verdict! NOT fair.

I won't take, and so won't she! I just know that. Well, the two weeks passed by, I was sad and she was mad. But then came the night of the mad party. She cleaned me up, spotless! Ah, I was looking just Fab!! I was proud of myself and i thanked her for the good job. And then the people started puring in... and in flowed the compliments. I was basking in glory. Ah! the pride and the satisfaction. Just wait till that snob comes back... this time I will show him who's dirty!!! huh!

All that I think I can do is just an image of my past.
What has happened for a reason... another one bites the dust.
Oh! if I feel i could have done better,
Dare I say nothing could have been better.
If this was the truth,
how I wish it was...
But that is never the truth,
at least not here, never here! I am always living in the past!

Trying to fight what I created... Is it the conscience again????

Conscience Calling!

Laid back, on my bed, when I started to pretend to start thinking of something, I realized
that pretensions are part of the "everyday life" of the human conscience. The word conscience
starts to ring a bell. It is true in every aspect of the word: taken in the literal sense,
it means conning science. When there is absolutely no scientific proof to back up the theory
that's playing in your mind, or you are distracted beyond belief by something like a roach
creeping up your thoughts -- which is mostly baseless from the scientific point of view:
" just blame it on the conscience".

It's a charm to see how things progress in your mind. Two days later from now you will wake
up suddenly one morning to find that what you did last night was the most morally disturbing thing ever. Did you drink too much? Did you shout at him? Did he shout back... Ah Wat the hell!!
who cares..?

I guess your conscience does.


Wat is the deal with this conscience stuff anyway. The people you judge to be immoral from
your point of conscience are living a happy healthy life, while you rot and rot inside
thinking that your conscience is giving you a hard time. Blame it on the upbringing then...
My conscience is a cripple without the arm rests of the too decent up bringing. Is it that??
Or is it that, people who are so called devoid of morality are happier and end up successful
in life and miserable in hell (in the after life of course).

Again, why do I even care.... Blame it on the conscience guys! It's making me sweat out too
much... I need a break from all this. I need some blindfolds for the conscience... Anything
you find in Ebay or Walmart.. Just lemme know..!!