A blog of my feelings…ranging from commenting about other's blogs to commenting about stuff which happens in life and from posting mails which I like, to ranting on stuff.

Here I come with open hands,
Approaching people with a request to embrace me boldly,
Yet people try to run away from me,
Wonder why they are scared, though I am a certainty.

I’m so mean-minded, I don’t go to all,
I don’t accept people who come to me, yet I approach them all,
I want stuff to happen my way,
Wonder why I am like this, though I’m a certainty.

There are a very few people who come to me,
As openly and friendly as I approach them,
And I even accept them, whom I don’t want to come to me
Wonder why people are impatient, though I’m a certainty.

I don’t want any agents working for me,
Nor do I want to cause pain and agony,
I keep trying to make people accept me,
Wonder why they don’t understand, though I’m a certainty

Yet there are agents working for me,
Oh hell, why do are these people so inhumane,
Coz they cause a lot of pain and agony,
Wonder why they act like this, though I’m a certainty

I treat everyone equally, be it friend or foe,
I visit everyone, be it animal or human,
I’m so fair and just at all times, yet being complained about,
Yeah, I’m death, and that’s why I’m a certainty.