tribute to Ms Irony...

you know what's ironic...
when you feel like writing prose and you end up writing poetry...
when you can cry for all those times...
for all those souls...
when you want to write and yet you can't...
when you want to express and yet something tells you to hold back...
times when your bursting with anger and have to put up with everything...
times when you can't express...
when you can't hold back and yet the society coerces you to...
when your soul hath been raped...
when your body is stressed beyond repair...
when you tax your spirit...
when you burn the blood...
when you can live in another soul...
when you can desert your body and yet feel alive...
when you can sell off your dignity...
when you can and yet you can't...
when you want to and yet you don't...
when there is so much...
every popping windows tells a story...
every action translates into an endless barrage of new ideas and emotions...
when every occurence has a deeper meaning...
i don't know...
i really don't...
it's amazing when you can connect with another soul...
when you can feel like a stranger amongst friends...
when strangers are family...
when hostels are homes...
when emotions are a mere exaggeration...
ponder...
think...
brood...
someday it will make sense...
someday...
a day...
just a day...
a new day...
but nonetheless...
a day indeed...