I hate having to speak to you
But I hate when you ignore

I hate when you don't return my emails
And I hate when you don't call

I hate the way you avoid my eyes
When I'm trying to look into yours

And I hate what you say behind my back
And all the trouble that you cause

I hate the dot to dot acne just above your nose
And I hate your nearly-a-monobrow too

I hate the way you're so selfish
And how it always has to be about you

But mostly I hate that none of this is true
And the fact that I hate myself
For not being to hate you

Butterflies...colourful delights they are...
in my childhood always dreamt of catching one,
but they always slipped ;me always done.....,

someone told me that she came from a ugly worm
then how cud it so beautiful,a quality hard to earn?
someone told me that it lives only for two days...
then how cud i see her flyin on every scented ways?

science said yes,it arised from a ugly worm,
yes its lives for only two days.............
but life told me its the destiny of that worm to fly,
for ugliness and beauty are just words to use....
nothing is ugly nor anything is a beauty......,
thats what we made them...try to make your life beautiful,
and life will make you so.........

for the butterfly may die in just two days
but the beauty continues to live endlessly in our eyes,in our herats..
At last caught a butterfly....a special one....so beautiful by heart,
Its all her..the whole sky...and her innocence never to die...........!