Car....icide--- suicide or homicide???

Every day is a new life. we don't know what's next. whether the next moment is there or not???............. these and many more such thots are of my dearest and only and only............my darling car !!

she is scared of driving on roads now, with these machines called human beings roaming on the roads caring a damn what can hit them...!!!

people, who are handicapped without their cell phones, walking on the road, sharing their life.....and not caring about my car's life.
they know if a poor car hits them, the car will get battered and the driver behind the bars. They know that with the consumer protection acts in today's world, they are untouchables........the high and mighty !!!! second to God !!! Dangerous walking human beings.
NO CAR PROTECTION ACTS HOW SAD !!!!!!!!

Bikers --- second most dangerous disease for the car. They bruise the car, hurt the carm, scratch it and its soul.....everytime they pass by. Seeing my car and its scratches along the sides is a sad reminder of each biker who has shown his valour and braver riding at speed between my car and the divider and between 2 cars.....


The list is endless of the tortures , she has to face in the daily life!

Her condition is detiorating day by day, her breaths more ragged. the bruises increasing and the colour of her life fading !!!

She goes on the road daily, wondering whether its suicide she's commiting or a homicide by humans !!

My car...icide........suicide or homicide ????

God's strange ways.

God's strange plans for me
and stranger ways for them,
countless nights and days,
spent understanding them.

But to no avail at all,
they being way beyond,
with every rise and fall,
my spirit goes 2 steps behind.


Everyone says trust HIM,
HE's the answer to each problem,
But hope's becoming dim,
with each raindrop each storm.

I get up and walk straight
till the next blow puts me down,
looking questioningly at my fate,
wondering where i went wrong.

God's strange plans for me
and stranger ways for them!!

am called a fool !

Am called a fool.... 

tears in my eyes come, 

with mere clap of hands or

 harsh word of a friend. 

 Am called a fool....

 to be selfless in love to 

not understand at all

not to help without a call. 

 Am called a fool

to never leave a friend, 

who's been harsh and unkind,

 thinking friendship doesn't end. 

 Am called a fool

 for my truthful and honest ways, 

Am called a fool.

and will be always. 

 Am called a fool

Am proud to be one,

 Never to go by the rule,

 I accept to be alone !