This blog represents the official view of the voices in my head.





Saturday, August 15, 2009




Natasha Bedingfield - Unwritten


I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined

I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned


Staring at the blank page before you

Open up the dirty window

Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find


Reaching for something in the distance

So close you can almost taste it

Release your innovations


Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten

I break tradition,

sometimes my tries,

are outside the lines

We've been conditioned to not make mistakes,

but I can't live that way


Staring at the blank page before you

Open up the dirty window

Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find


2 comments:

Debashish Brahma said...

Oh! You have got a wonderful blog, absolutely wonderful.
Keep doing this wondeful job.Warm Regards,

Pal said...

thanks a lot Debashish