Nobody cared- malena the orphaned girl

The sun never gave me light
I was strayed when I was a child
I fought with my past and here I stand
I realized my fate always told me lies

I had been abandoned a long long time ago
When I didn’t even know right from wrong
I never saw love when I needed care
Nobody was there

I had been abandoned a long long time ago
And I didn’t even know where to go
I never got love when I needed care
Nobody was there

Nobody loved me
Nobody came looking
Nobody took me in
Nobody cared
Nobody realized if I was even there

The moon was kind to me at nights
As I grew up in its light
And I hate the day as it comes along
I hate the sun

I had been abandoned a long long time ago
And I didn’t even know why I was there
Squinting as the sun shone on them
I don’t even remember when

27

and when you knocked on my door
you heard no one answer
but you chose to look through the key hole
to witness disaster
a blood stained wall!
you called for help...
but no one really cared
you almost ran away from there...
but when you broke open the door
someone was lying on your way cold on the floor...
a messed up room, drugs and a letter
with scribbled lines of hate and pain
and a shot gun lying neatly on the tile
moments later you'd spot the pen!
my blonde hair had turned crimson red
the nerves in my temple tangled and tied
but i had a smile on my wounded face
and a shine in my deep blue eyes.
a decade is gone
but the memoirs are fresh
i lived long at 27
and attained nirvana my way
but taught you the secret of the game
"its better to burn out than fade away"

I'm an Englishman in New York

It's the fourth day in Bombay, but it seems like it's been ages since I left home. Nothing is different really; I have a tv at home, a comp on my office desk, the same songs on my mobile that I always listened to at home…oh I don't have my guitar here though. I have practically got everything here in Bombay so that I don't feel lonely, but I long to smell the flavor of my own home, my own city. I always try to find similarities between the two cities, but most of the times I am left unsatisfied.
It's a new beginning for me and I will have to learn to deal with life alone. No one's going to help me. I will have to stop missing my roots, my origin, my past, my family. But still I somehow don't want to be like that. I miss my family even if I don't see them for a week. I miss my mom the most. Though I don't see my dad much at home because he's transferred to patna for 4 years. So its only 2 times a month that he comes over, and I miss him a lot. I even miss the pointless and often aggressive arguments with my brother. Man how I hate it when he goes out wearing my favourite pair of jeans or sneakers!
I miss the little sparrow that comes and sits coyly on my balcony mirror-shelf…and admires itself all day long. My mom serves it breakfast and dinner and it nicely finishes it off neatly. Sometimes it comes with a fellow bird, and they chitter-chatter happily, sharing gossips and friendly humour between themselves.
I miss my room where I would spend hours sleeping or lazing away watching t.v. My daily dose of useless net-surfing, the online guitar lessons, the daily practicing of newly learnt guitar riffs…and not getting them right most of the times, and torturing my neighbours with my untrained voice as I sing out loud.
I miss my college I miss chatting up with my friends in person. I miss a certain someone, for whom I have sung so many songs- but all to myself. I miss the Calcutta rain, the pollution, the bong accented English all across the street. The food! O how I miss the food! You get crap in the name of food in Bombay.
lets end here now...i have work to finish!!! Damn!