A Wrong View of the World

Thank you, Chuck!

2012-02-06T00:37:00.000+05:30

“Do you know what the problem is between us?”

We were sitting in a room that seemed like it hadn’t beentouched for generations. Just some cold remnants of happier people left behind.An old photo frame stuck in the corner, meant to commemorate some minisculemoment in a miniscule life. Like this one.

“We have a lot of problems. But do you know what thedominant issue is?”

Silence from the other side of a centuries old wooden table.You can’t help but imagine the tree this would have been, bearing fruit andother trees instead of spending decades as someone else’s plate elevation. Anentire forest now supporting our dinner.

“Let me tell you a story of when I was thirteen. A wholebunch of us were out in the wilderness exploring Karnataka. Did you knowthere’s this stream in the middle of the forest which is different than therest? I forget what the locals call it, but it translated into the stream of athousand shiva-lingas.“

“A thousand penises of Shiva?”

“Exactly. A thousand Shiva-dicks. Made out of stones in theriver carved at the patient hands of Mother Nature. Now here’s a group ofthirteen to seventeen year-olds sitting in the afternoon, counting penises inthe water while picking off leeches that crawled up the tiny gap between ourlegs and our pants. And you know what’s funny? None of us realised it then.”

“Is there a point to this story?”

“The first point is this. As a kid when you’re exposed tohunting down phallic rocks in a freshwater stream, you’re bound to grow uplooking at the world differently. We all go through these moments. It’s themain reason you look at a baseball bat and realize it’s hard wood in more waysthan one.”

Again, silence.

“However the main point, isthe leeches.”

“The leeches?”

“Yes. Leeches. An astounding and insignificant creature.Their saliva has a local anaesthetic so you won’t realise it’s on you until youlook for it. And you can’t just pull them off coz then their jaws are stuck toyou like a dismembered lizard’s tail, thrashing and spewing blood. Your blood.Do you know how to get rid of a leech that’s latched on to the back of your rightbuttcheek?”

“I assume you’re going to enlighten me?”

“Well, I've only heard of two methods. The first is youtake a pinch of salt and put it right at the mouth of it. The salt absorbs allthe water from its body and you can see it dehydrate in front of you. Like atoothpaste being emptied, it vomits blood from both ends. Your blood. But theproblem with this method is once the leech is off, the salt enters the woundand it burns like a motherfucker.”

“So what’s the second method?”

“The second, is tobacco.”

“You put tobacco on the leech?”

“Nah. You light a mound of tobacco in a tent and let thesmoke fill up. Then you strip to your birthday suit and walk in. The leechescan’t handle the nicotine, I guess. They’ll simply let go and start crawling asfar from the smoke as possible. So you’ll eventually see a dozen bloodsuckerstrying to escape a gas chamber making a trail of blood towards the exit. Your blood.”

“I assume there’s a point to the leeches story too?”

“The point is, if you want to get rid of an annoyingbloodsucker. Light a cigarette.”

Click.

Lovetango.

2012-01-30T14:36:00.001+05:30

In my soul,

Send a shiver.

Give your love,

And I'll deliver.

From the heavens,

To hell below.

Lead the way,

And I will follow.

All you need,

Is to say the word.

And I promise,

You will be heard.

Just play with me.

Lose yourself,

Just stay with me.

Hear me pray,

Just lay with me.

Here's you chance,

Run away with me.

We are young,

With time to save.

Give me a sign,

And I'll misbehave.

Don't you think,

About who to trust.

Break your shell,

Give in to lust.

Bring your lips,

Close to mine.

Don't you worry about,

Crossing the line.

Just play with me.

Lose yourself,

Just stay with me.

Hear me pray,

Just lay with me.

Here's you chance,

Run away with me.

Down my spine,

I feel a quiver.

This is the time,

It's now or never.

You know this dance,

It takes two to sin.

Lose your mind,

Now let's begin.

Just play with me.
Here's you chance,

Come play with me.

(Happy) Birthday.

2011-12-13T15:42:00.002+05:30

I'm only 23 for,
Another day at the most.
I'm feeling crazy.
And I think that,
You need to clear the coast.

I've spent 2 years,
Dancing.
To the tunes she used to play.

Now it's my turn,
It's my chance.
To live it my own way.

So why don't you take me,
On a ride through wonderland.
Why won't you lend,
Lend me a hand?

I wanna go.
Get this out of my system.
Before I get old,
Too old for this.
I wanna go.
Explore your mystery,
I think I'm old,
Just old enough.

You've heard all my stories,
Of days long ago.

I've told you my secrets,
There's little,
That I think you don't know.

It's only fair that,
You show me.
The world I want to see.

And I promise,
You'll be happy.
As long as you're with me.

So come let me take you,
On a trip through wonderland.
All you need to do,
Is hold my hand.

So we can go,
Get this out of our system.
Before we get old,
Older than this.
I'm sure we can go,
Explore this mystery.
I think we're old,
Or just old enough.

Wrath.

2011-11-20T03:47:00.001+05:30

He tried to smoke away his pain,
And burn away his tears.
Held the glass in a mottled fist,
To somehow drown his fears.

He swore he wouldn’t go,
Till the song was sung.
Till the story had been told,
And the bell was rung.

If only he’d been smarter,
She’d still be there.
Instead of broken glass,
He’d feel her golden hair.

But the time has passed on,
And the book is writ.
The shrouded hand of fate,
Has been venomously bit.

On a silent summer day,
He can still recall.
When the wind was still warm,
As the leaves began fall.

As the sun found the horizon,
He’d found her arms.
In the midst of a storm,
She was an island of calm.

But he was arrogant and a fool,
As time would soon show.
When with the touch of a gun,
Her blood began to flow.

It wasn’t he who pulled the trigger,
He’d scream to the world.
It wasn’t her pleading cry,
That they had heard.

He claimed he did not do it,
He was an innocent man.
Even though they found her blood,
On his shirt and hands.

Those Men of God had judged him,
As the foulest of men.

They’d cast their blame upon him,
Time and again.

So he’d cradled sweet revenge,
Like the glass in his palms.
He’d waited time and again,
For the pain to pass.

But tonight was a darker night,
It was a time to prey.
Those who had judged him,
Would now have to pay.

He felt the familiar weight,
Of wood and cast lead.
He went on to cleanse the land,
With the purest dread.

Today he transcends the man,
As he walks his chosen path.
He embodies the seventh sin,
He becomes Wrath.

Note: This work happens to be connected to The Killer, which I wrote a while back. It's a prequel of sorts, if they even exist in poetry.

The Joker in the pack.

2011-11-17T15:56:00.001+05:30

There are striking similarities between being a Joker in the 52 and one in real life.

It goes far deeper than just being a humour-monger and the centre of excitement. Like they say, there's a face I wear behind my grin. I prefer to think about it this way; the joker can be whatever he wants in a game of cards. In life, I much prefer the fun of keeping people guessing than being strapped down as one 'type'. Then, there's also the fact that there are only 2 jokers but 4 of every other card, which gives me a misplaced sense of uniqueness.

Add to that the fact that sometimes the joker is the most coveted and at other times he's completely excluded. This cruel twist of fate applies in real life with incredible accuracy and it's something that adds a touch of excitement to every tomorrow. Never knowing at what point in the hierarchy I stand makes me constantly push myself to move higher up in the scheme of things. All the while being the crazy fuck that the Joker is supposed to be.

Being the joker however, comes at a steep price. The constant clowning and unending need to stand apart begins to wear thin and if the façade cracks for even a moment, it all comes undone. So, despite being the apparent extrovert the Joker is the ultimate recluse who reveals himself only to a chosen few, if any.
It's a brilliant ruse that takes up an immense amount of exertion, but I've realized that if you constantly smile for no apparent reason that smile becomes a part of you. It makes you treasure moments that would otherwise pass you by and it gives you a sense of freedom and fuck-it-all that few have the privilege to experience.

So, in conclusion, I've realized that I thrive in ridicule and I enjoy keeping people guessing at exactly what I'm up to. It also feeds that insatiable urge within me to make people judge me in the first go, so that I can shatter that illusion later on.

Now whether the Joker comes out of on top in this game, we'll have to wait and see.

Whiskey dreams.

2011-10-31T22:27:00.000+05:30

I've been getting high,

To keep these feelings down.

My head in the sky,

My knees on the ground.

In the arms of a stranger,

I've found myself alone.

Far from her eyes so tender,

Forgotten and gone.

Now I'm so tired,

That I think I'm dying.

I'm so worn out,

Because I keep on trying.

I hope this weariness,

Gets the better of me.

The eternal sleep takes over,

And I can lay restfully.

When I was younger,

I was afraid.

Of falling in love,

And being unmade.

But now I'm older,

And I see what happens.

When chances are taken,

And your heart is open.

Now I'm so tired,

When my heart has been broken.

A stranger devil,

Has been awoken.

I hope this demon,

Gets the better of me.

I close my eyes,

And die peacefully.

The days grow darker,

And the nights they scream.

Through a smoke-filled mirror,

And my last whiskey dream.

In the midst of this sickness,

I will now be awake.

Time to fight the weakness,

There's new chances to take.

Now I'm so tired,

I grow weary of crying.

I'm taking the chances,

Or I'll die trying.

I won't let a broken heart,

Get the better of me.

I'll shed my old skin,

And find who I can be.

Discoveries.

2011-10-30T04:44:00.001+05:30

I knew we'd lost it,
For a long time.

Maybe that's why,
I feel fine.

I'm sure there's nothing wrong,
With me.

I feel as happy,
As I could be.

I found my life,
But lost my love.
I don't care what I've become.
I found my life,
But lost my love.
I feel it's only just begun.

There's no emotions,
Where I come from.

Just illusions,
And a sad song.

I think they have a name,
For this feeling.

But I forget,
Because it's fleeting.

I found my life,
But lost my love.
I don't care what I've become.
I found my life,
But lost my love.
I feel it's only just begun.

Ashes high.

2011-10-22T15:09:00.003+05:30

I left your lightless home,
In the dark of the night.

Holding on to a silhouette,
Wondering what is right.

A voice grew from my heart,
Painfully clear.

Tells me there's no need to cry,
This is no time for fear.

We were going to ride into the sunset,
But now the world's gone dark.
We were aiming for happily ever after,
Seems like we missed the mark.
Now what is left of us,
Will turn to dust,
And I'll love again, from the start.

Time was on our side,
That's what we were told.

I believed every lie,
In the promises of old.

Now the time has passed us by,
There's silence here.

In this darker shade of night,
I find a lack of fear.

We were going to ride into the sunset,
But now the world's gone dark.
We were aiming for happily ever after,
Seems like we missed the mark.
Now what is left of us,
Will turn to dust,
And I'll love again, from the start.

Don't look around,
For a fake shade of blue sky.

Don't hold your breath,
The breeze won't bring me by.

Just hold back you tears,
Now it's my turn to cry.

What is left of us,
Will turn to dust,
Starting with my heart.
What is left of us,
Will turn to dust,
And I'll live again, from the start.

Life's looking up.

2011-07-26T13:58:00.005+05:30

I'm spending all my money,

On cheap kicks and smooth wine.

I'm spending all my money,

On cheap kicks and smooth wine.

I've got a life that's too short to live,

So I'm gonna go on,

And have a good time.

I'm gonna wake up every morning,

Find some green leaves to burn.

Coz you never know how this game will play out.

And I don't wanna feel,

Like I missed my turn.

I'll be standing on the corner,

Watching the world go by.

I'll reach out for one of those teary eyes.

And tell them don't worry,

There's no need to cry.

I'm spending all my money,

On cheap kicks and smooth wine.

I'm spending all my money,

On cheap kicks and smooth wine.

I've got a life that's too short to live,

So I'm gonna go on,

And have a good time.

There's a million different reasons,

For a million different crimes.

But to spend my years writing dreary songs.

Seems like a waste,

Of words and rhyme.

So I'm spending all my money,

On cheap kicks and smooth wine.

I'm spending all my money,

On cheap kicks and smooth wine.

I've got a life that's too short to live,

I'm gonna go on,

And have a good time.

The City (Incomplete)

2011-07-25T15:06:00.000+05:30

The young and the old,
Hide in their homes.
They peek from the window,
Like Nero watched Rome.
Huddled together,
They're perfectly alone.
But this town has no Caesar nor savior.

The Godmen and saints,
Barter in hope.
At least they sell,
The right length of rope.
To hang our sorrows,
Or to happily choke.
When we run out of places to believe in.

The ghost of the past,
Is awakened everyday.
For words of comfort,
Provided we pay.
We listen to nothing,
That they all have to say.
But it's all just pointless knowledge.

The cry of a little girl,
Is drowned by pelted stones.
The name's of the innocent,
Burned with their bones.
She's killed in the street,
After being used by her own.
Their smile isn't laughter, it's madness.

The child under the bridge,
Holds a baby in her hands.
Her mother in the street,
Trying to understand.
Father and brother,
Lost to the land.
That is the story of this city.

Postcard from Paradise.

2011-06-19T19:50:00.001+05:30

Send me a postcard from paradise,
When you get there today.
You're far away from this rotten world,
It seems to have lost its way.

I know where you've gone,
They grow tulips in the sky.
They wear white wings with halos,
They have no reasons to cry.

Here the land is burnt and scarred,
From the fists of man and his iron bars.
The water has turned a holy red,
From fighting peace and endless wars.

We plant roses in the rain,
And hope that they grow.
But we'll cut them for the thorns,
As if we don't know.

So send me that letter,
That postcard from paradise.
Show me something better,
That I may smile with these eyes.

I know where you are,
There's rainbows everyday.
A cure for every wound,
And no pain in what you say.

Here a child cries,
For black gold we all weep.
In the face of our maker,
Our silence we will keep.

Every now and then,
Someone tries to fight.
But one man cannot stand,
Against all the world's might.

So send me that letter,
That postcard from paradise.
Show me something better,
That I may smile with these eyes.

Give me some hope,
Even if they be empty words.
I'll dream that I may join you,
In your perfect little world.

Red-taped message.

2011-06-02T22:18:00.003+05:30

Why do you care,
How I live my life?
Keeping your tabs,
On who lives and dies.

The records show,
The numbers are clear.
In the mind of the people,
All that's left is fear.

Why do you care,
How many drinks I drink?
Feeding my brain,
Telling me what to think.

Stay in your temples,
With your holy idols.
Don't tell me what I do,
Is wrong by your morals.

Who are you to say,
The world is going wrong?
Does everyone have to sing,
The same damn song?

We don't need you,
To show us the way.
No need to tell us,
What to think and what to say.

We're better off,
With a lack of your kind.
We can put our troubles,
To the back of our minds.

With you gone,
There's a chance for peace.
A chance for silence,
A hope for relief.

So leave us now,
And take your pawns with you.
Your day has come,
At dawn we're through.

We're finally better off,
With peace in our minds,
The problem you are,
Will be the last of your kind.

I Miss You

2011-05-29T21:35:00.001+05:30

Last night I had a dream of her,
It was the one thing that made it better.
I hated the morning bird and it's call,
Now I wish I hadn't dreamt it at all.

I can almost feel her nicotine kiss,
I can almost feel our bodies meld.
It's been a while since I got my fix,
I'm wishing soon we will be well.

I miss the scent of us making love,
I miss the hint of gin on her breath.
I hope that soon I'll hold my love,
And I wont let go until the end.

I can feel your eyes on my skin,
I can feel your smooth hair in my hand.
I can feel a pain deep within,
And I know no one will understand.

So let me lie and just dream of her,
Think of a day when I'll be with her.
One of these days we'll cross the miles,
And we will live it out, together.

Wall Street Hooligans

2011-05-19T21:36:00.001+05:30

I see your white collar,
Under piles of red tape.
Getting away with murder,
Loot, theft and rape.
You’re unflappable,
Incorrigible,
You’re The Man.

You bought the world,
And now that it’s been sold.
You’ve got time on your hands,
To get a shiny new soul.
Sooner or later,
You’ll think you’re finally whole.
But that’s impossible,
Coz you’re The Man.

You have friends in high places,
Dark hearts and smiling faces.
You bet your money,
On high-stake rat races.
But sooner or later,
The cards will crash down.
You’ll still rise again,
Coz you’re The Man.

You’ll find a pretty dame,
Who will give you fake love.
She likes the size of your wallet,
It fits her like a glove.
One of these days,
Your wife will find out.
But it doesn’t matter,
Coz you’re The Man.

You feel you’re quite immune,
Safely on the wheels of good fortune.
Soon you’ll sing a different tune,
When we take it all back.

You’ll see when you fall down,
As we crush your plastic crown.
You’ll walk all the way round,
In feathers and tar.
You’re not invincible,
Not untouchable.
You’re just a man.

Thumbing my way.

2011-05-18T11:32:00.001+05:30

"Life is a journey."

We keep hearing that phrase but we never really give it much of a thought. I mean we wonder about it, but have you ever really considered how literal that phrase is?

Life is essentially a constant journey from point A to point B. Now, I'm not getting metaphorical or philosophical, I'm getting geographical. We are, in this life, constantly looking at two things; where we've been and where we're headed. Life is the constant act of changing our location and wondering about where it's going to change to.

Every morning we wake up and we think about how we're gonna go to the next room, the bathroom, the kitchen and eventually out of home to the parking, then the bike, then the road and finally office. Within an hour we calculated so many changes in our location and actually acted upon them. The journey of a morning.

But that's not enough for us. When we've finished this little journey we still wonder, at times, about how it could have been a better one. Could I have cut some time at some point in the morning? Maybe I should have gone to the ATM first and then the cigarette store. We're constantly worrying not just about how to get the the next location, but also how we got to the current location. Why don't we ever stop?

Take a moment here and think. Where are you? Not in the 'answer to life' kind of way, simply in the 'Holy shit, I'm in office in front of my PC writing stuff' kind of way. There isn't a deep message here at all, it's just a moment of introspection. Take a moment to realise you are 1 person out of 6 billion. On one planet out of 8. In one solar system out of potentially 100 billion. In one galaxy out of potentially 1 trillion. You are... no, We are, enormously insignificant.

Everything that we are doing on a daily basis, this so called journey, is immaterial. So then, what is the point of it all? I guess we have to do the best we can, we enjoy it! So stop thinking about where you've been and where you're going or all the places you wish you had been to and all the places you plan on going to. Just take a breath, stand in a spot and wonder; Where are all the roses you were supposed to stop and smell?

Writer's Blocked

2011-05-03T21:31:00.001+05:30

Tuesday, May 03, 2011, 9:14 pm

It's been a while my old friend. You, my words, that used to be my one vent. I don't even remember the last time I wrote for the sake of writing, the act writing for myself and not a purpose. These days that's all I seem to do, write for someone or to achieve something. My writing has turned into the means to an end and along the path of adapting myself I seem to be losing something far more important, my ability to write.

There was a time when I could sit down for a few minutes and polish of a page full of words that left me happy, left me satisfied. I haven't felt that in a long long time, the simple feeling of being happy with what I've written. Even right now I can feel some change come over. Like these little darkening pixels are taking a little bit of darkness away from me. My writing is my therapy. It is the one thing that stuck by me and stuck with me, helping me through the worst of times and keeping me up through the best of them.

These days I doubt the simplest thing. Can I write? Of course, not in the literal sense of it, I'm writing right now. I mean in the deeper sense of it. I remember writing things that made people wonder, I have vague recollections of people lauding and applauding me for a string of words. Where has all that gone? It's not like I've forgotten the words, I still use the same everyday. Have I lost my craft? That's it isn't it. But, I wouldn't use the term 'lost', maybe just 'misplaced'. Or have I become cynical, demotivated or just plain dumb? I refuse to believe that I have. I know somewhere, under a lot of filth and dust, lies that brilliant writer that I thought I was. I just have to dig him out and make him stand on his own two feet again. I have to pick him up and get him crafting again.

And maybe, the answer is showing itself. It's these words. The words I thought I'd lost, the thoughts that I fear had wandered away from me, these are what will bring me back. I need, I must keep writing. I must keep pouring my heart out on a blank white sheet and watching it fill up with the colour of my worries and problems. As black as ink, now I realise the weight of the term.

Burning Bridges

2011-04-26T19:45:00.001+05:30

The echoes of a silent night,
Birds that sing and a rising light.

The memory of a perfect time,
The friend for you and you were mine.

Days that passed in lighter veins,
Merrier times and easier ways.

A friend I had so long ago,
Would change so soon, I'd never know.

I missed the telling signs,
That showed themselves everytime.
I should have known what would be,
How soon it would pass to memory.

A broken bond,
That seemed so strong.
Lost and gone,
So long, so long.

Self Appraisal.

2011-03-14T21:57:00.002+05:30

Look at me,

I'm an ordinary man.

Doing something,

That anybody can.

Weaving words,

And hoping to find a way.

To get people to read,

And think of what I say.

We're no different,

You and me.

Or that vagabond,

Walking down the street.

A billion people,

A billion different dreams.

Living within,

And way beyond our means.

What sets me apart,

Is the choices that I make.

The risks that I,

Will or will not take.

The sweet love,

That someone will soon know.

The broken heart,

And the words that follow.

We all bleed red,

If you cut any color of skin.

We're all the same,

What we are, lies within.

But tell me this,

Are you like me or am I like you?

What's different,

In the things that we do?

If we're all the same,

Then why should I even try.

Like we all live,

Some day we will soon die.

We walk alone,

But we never truly are.

You may feel bad,

But others have seen worse by far.

So stop thinking,

That you stand above the rest.

They're all trying,

It's all an imaginary test.

So step back,

From the varied silent crowd.

Hear my voice,

It may not be that loud.

What I say,

Applies to everyone.

Have some patience,

Your time has just begun.

Look at you,

You're an ordinary man.

Someone else is the same,

You're not the only one who can.

Look at me,

I'm an ordinary man.

Words.

2011-03-08T20:23:00.001+05:30

My voice has left me,
My words are long gone.
It seems like yesterday,
But what I write now, seems wrong.

I used to sing praises,
And write about the good.
Notice what was missed,
Understand what was overlooked.
My heart seems weaker,
Every day that it beats.
My head seems heavier,
With every line that it thinks.

Broken glass would inspire,
Remind me of once complete things.
Each moment would aspire,
To write of greater beings.
My rhyme is forgotten,
What I write I do not know.
Something is missing inside,
And my words refuse to show.

My voice has left me,
My words are long gone.
It seems like yesterday,
But what I write now, seems wrong.

I could dream of splendid days,
Made of beautiful things.
I could create a harmony,
Yet now I cannot sing.
The days now drag on,
Those times was what I lived for.
But I’m dreading tomorrow today,
There’s nothing new to be found.

I want my inspiration,
I want my dedication.
I want all that’s gone,
I want all that I’ve never known.
To feel the joy of something new,
These days the moments are few.
I struggle with words for now,
Where is my mind lost?

Someone give me my voice,

Fill up this silent noise.

Give me comfort,

Let me write again.

Stoner Mongering.

2011-03-02T20:59:00.003+05:30

Somewhere, somehow, someone believes that what they write on a virtual plane will be heard. Everywhere.

We all believe we're echoing some kind of super-conscious that resonates and lets us connect, and that my words will spread like wildfire and bring about the change that I hope and dream.

A foolish hope.

A stupid belief.

Doesn't stop me from trying again and again. Like this failed attempt despite it all.

I'm not sure yet if I'm making any sense. English don't fail me now...

Ah well. I'm stoned.

Sound Advice.

2011-02-24T21:08:00.003+05:30

There's a poet, yet alive inside you, my friend.
Let him out.

Be not afraid of what the world will say, my friend.
Scream your dreams,
Write out loud.

You've doubted your worlds too long, my friend.

Don't hold back.

Beauty flows from your fingers, my friend.

She screams a dream,

Write out loud.

Pointless Rambles.

2011-02-20T01:54:00.000+05:30

Please don't stop me from saying this,
I need you now than I ever did.
The words keep flowing and you're need,
In my life for this poetry.

I can't hear what you say to me,
I wish to live a little comfortably.
Don't be sad for this day,
Some day tomorrow will be eternity.

My prose keeps falling and breaking down,
The smile has turned to a twisted frown.
Toil in this world for a shaded pride,
Laughing and flying through a sordid ride.
Just sleep,
It's all that's needed.
Just live,
It's all about loving.

The silence breaks we're moving on,
The wound it heals like the crack of dawn.
A brighter light shines again,
What we were has faded to memory.

So think of us when you sleep tonight,
Love that stood through every fight.
A fork in the road and a choice to make,
A harder way for the journey's sake.
Just sleep,
It's all that's needed.
Just live,
It's all about loving.

Night by day.

2011-02-05T01:03:00.003+05:30

I watch the moon,

Light up your face,

So sweet.

Hating sunrise,

And what he'll bring.

Hating tomorrow,

When you'll be gone.

Remembering that sleep,

Escaped us that night.

Yet not tired for a drop I feel.

And now the dreams fill your eyes.

The cold touches your skin.

As our feet wake up entwined,

And we speak for the very first time.

Stronger than steel,

I am.

Or so I'd like to believe.

That hated sunrise,

Showed me what I'd lost.

He showed me,

When you had gone.

Our hearts,

Are never our own.

A love that has come and gone.

In a time,

When we should have known.

The dreaded sun,

Is never wrong.

But I still remember,

When the dreams filled your eyes.
The cold touched your skin.
As our feet woke up entwined,
And we spoke for the very first time.

I still remember.

Unknown Inspiration.

2011-01-24T17:42:00.001+05:30

Brown eyed beauty,

For all the comfort you give.

We will fade into the rising sun,

Before we have a chance to forgive.

Brown eyed beauty,

For all your sympathy.

And the silent observer,

That you played with me

I will thank you till forever's day,

And think of what you said.

With another night spent,

Intwined on the bed.

But when the sun comes up,

You will have gone away.

And when the sun comes up,

We will meet the end of the day.

When the sun comes up,

We can't have a regret,

But when the sun comes up,

I know we won't forget.

Brown eyed beauty,

For all that strength.

That I see in your eyes,

And when you catch your breath.

I'd help you to fight,

Fight the war,

With your demons that have bled.

For the truth,
And the lies left unsaid.

But when the sun comes up,

You will have gone away.

And when the sun comes up,

We will meet the end of the day.

When the sun comes up,

We can't have a regret,

But when the sun comes up,

I know we won't forget.

Another morning,

Brings warmth to my bones.

Another breeze,

Leaves a chill in my knees.

Another day,

Takes her memory further on.

Another night,

I will wish that you'd stayed on.

But when the sun comes up,

You will have gone away.

And when the sun comes up,

You will have forgotten what I say.

Outdated Apologies.

2011-01-17T21:30:00.001+05:30

I think I might,

Lose my mind,

If I hear your voice again.

The way you sound,

Teary eyed,

When I'm faking confidence.

You made your choice,

To leave me when,
The anger filled your voice that day.

You know I meant,

I love you still,

I lied and said, just go away.

And now I'm empty.

Your lipstick smeared,

From tears I fed,

Your make up was all washed away.

In my sadness still,

I remembered the smile,

Of you and me in a better day.

In the night I held you,

Close in hope,

That you would never run away.

I shoulda stayed back,

And heard you out,

Instead I kept my stupid ways.

And now I'm empty.

Now I'm empty.

I think I might,

Lose my mind,

If I hear your voice today.

Just to hear,

You break in tears,

Knowing I made you this way.

But I'm empty.

I'm empty.

The desperate attempt.

2011-01-11T16:08:00.002+05:30

Your smile is in my head,

Picture it, on my eyes again.

You face will never leave me,

And now there's no hope,

To be free.

But I tried.

To give you what you wanted.

I tried,

Till I fell.

You know I tried,

To work with what was handed.

I tried,

Can't you tell?

Your memories they hold me,

Sighing breaths and smiling days.

Broken dreams of what could be,

And the stolen chance, taken once again,

From me.

But I tried.

To give you what you wanted.

I tried,

Till I fell.

You know I tried,

To work with what was handed.

I tried,

Can't you tell?

Red Carnations and Gin.

2010-10-10T10:10:00.005+05:30

I love you now,

It's all that should matter.

Every moment together,

We'll remember somehow.

You know there's something about us,

That no one can see.

And though we may wish it,

We soon will not be.

So I'll raise a toast to our fighting,

And a drink to our laughs.

I'll cheer for our crying,

And I'll dream of our start.

So let me touch a glass,

To your peace of mind.

After me.

You're stronger now,

You will know that so soon.

And soon you'll meet someone,

Who sends you over the moon.

Like you made me feel,

Everyday I held to you.

That's when you will know,

This was the right thing to do.

So I'll raise a toast to our fighting,

And a drink to our laughs.

I'll cheer for our crying,

And I'll dream of our start.

So let me touch a glass,

To your peace of mind.

After me.

It's been years too long,

You've moved on much better.

And now I feel sad,

When we could have had each other.

The greatest regrets,

Are the last to come straight.

When I let you go,

It was my greatest mistake.

But now you're so happy,

And I feel the same.

Though we're not together,

I'm glad that you're content and safe.

So I'll raise a toast to our fighting,

And a drink to our laughs.

I'll cheer for our crying,

And I'll dream of our start.

So let me touch a glass,

To your peace of mind.

After me.

Lovesick fool.

2010-07-30T01:41:00.005+05:30

I wish I was a better man to you.

I wish I was a better boy for you.
I wish I wasn't, such a fool.
But you picked me up,
And you tied me down,
And took me back to school.

If you can turn me round,
Away from my disposition,
Of wasting time and lying down,
You can become my new religion.

We're perfectly aligned,
Universally refined.
And a part of me,
Makes it feel like,
I have never been declined.
That's why I...

I wish I was a better man to you.
I wish I was a better boy for you.
I wish I wasn't, such a fool.
But you picked me up,
And you tied me down,
And took me back to school.

They think that you're wasting time,
They think that's enough moonshine.
But you stuck through a year,
And now it seems all clear.
That you, are meant to be mine.

Oh we're correctly designed,
Eternally entwined.
And when you,
Stand with me,
I feel a little more refined.
That's why I...

I wish I was a better man to you.
I wish I was a better boy for you.
I wish I wasn't, such a fool.
But you picked me up,
And you tied me down,
And took me back to school.
You make me cool.

I am free.

2010-07-28T05:18:00.001+05:30

It's a crazy thing to see,
The people who only agree.
The shepherds nod is all that they need,
Following is just their breed.

It's such a fleeting thing to me,
This life and all that I can see.
The confusion and all the greed.
Discounted lives to live indeed.

Obey the law,
Learn to drive.
Close your jaw,
Support the hive.
Act normal,
Get a family.
Now repeat after me,
I am free, Oh I am free.

There's people thinking,
In a different stream.
They feel they can leave,
And build a dream.

But the when the herd follows,
They will understand.
The shepherd came with them,
To their greener land.

Obey the law,
Learn to drive.
Close your jaw,
Support the hive.
Act normal,
Get a family.
Now repeat after me,
I am free, Oh I am free.

It's such a weary illusion,
All that we receive.
I have free will today,
That's what I'd like to believe.

Am I just another sheep within,
The strings are bound tightly.
Some choose to listen,
Unlike me, I try to break free.

Obey the law,
Learn to drive.
Close your jaw,
Support the hive.
Follow fashion,
Act normal,
Get a family.
Now repeat after me,
I am free, Oh I am free.

I'll grow another world just for me,
Live by myself and feel free.
A place to visit where peace can be,
I'm already there and here I don't bleed.

Now repeat after me,
I am free, Oh I am free.
I am free, Oh I am free.

The Gilded City.

2010-07-15T04:03:00.001+05:30

I see the sign on the highway,
Leading to the city of dread.
All the way down,
To the new south road.
Where old mills they lie condemned.

I travel to the southern shoreline,
Where a million people lay.
Walking down,
The queen's necklace.
Where once children used to play.

When I wonder,
Where is the pity.
And I find a man,
Who can tell.
I know no one,
Knows this city.
Like the old man,
Drinking whisky next to hell.

I see all the ants are running,
As the light shines from the east.
Moving along,
The city's veins.
As they see the belly of the beast.

All the fighters keep on dancing,
They hear the tolling of the bell.
When the clock strikes six,
They will run back home.
Thinking all that is, is what is well.

When I wonder,
Where is the pity.
And I find a man,
Who can tell.
I know no one,
Knows this city.
Like the old man,
Drinking whisky next to hell.

The devils look upon their kingdom,
As they sell the town and all within.
Peeking out,
From their shiny cars.
Bought from selling all types of sin.

As the young babe opens his eyes,
He sees a dead and gilded tree.
So he wonders,
And he dreams about it.
Is beauty here as fake as we see.

When I wonder,
Where is the pity.
And I find a man,
Who can tell.
I know no one,
Knows this city.
Like the old man,
Drinking whisky next to hell.

Gaia

2010-06-17T18:28:00.001+05:30

The soil it is wet,
And the floor is dry.
A sheltered empty home,
For rain we did cry.

Trains keep rumbling,
As the time goes by.
Shaking the leaves,
As dust rises high.

Could have spared me some sorrow,
I gave her more than that.
Sold her to the man,
With the suit and the hat.

Someone was helping,
Another man drown.
No witnesses came,
Got away with the crown.

In an empty alley,
The deal was going down.
Sharing the wealth,
Of what was once a green gown.

I did it all myself,
I know at least that.
I sold her to the man,
With the suit and the hat.

What's done is done,
Is what they all say.
Then why do they hide,
When the sky goes grey.

I have no regrets,
Be that as it may.
But don't come crying,
When she hits back one day.

I could have saved her you know,
I owe her just that.
But I sold her to the man,
In the suit and the hat.

P.S.> This song is about Mother Earth.

Now scroll up and read it again.

Phantom Faces.

2010-06-07T17:07:00.001+05:30

Fleeting people on speeding tracks,
Chaos rides on the crowded backs.

Someplace to go,
Always some place.
Not a moment to look,
And study a face.

The value of love here is lost,
Sold on the streets at low cost.

No more people,

Just phantoms surround us.
We look at the faces,
Of ghosts all around us.

No one cares for another man's soul,
In this city, you win or get swallowed whole.

Among this madness,
Take a moment to stand still.
Wait for life to catch up,
Don't make time just to kill.

The unknown face is more than you know,
There's a story behind that furrowed brow.

Not everyone's lost,
If you can be that one man.
Look to your left,
And do what you can.

An offer made is worth quite a lot,
Don't just take, once give what you got.

This isn't a song,
To tell you what to do.
This simply is,
A reminder of what you knew.

You think every day that today I'll try,
Then look away when you hear another cry.

I know you want success,
I'm looking for it too.
But somewhere along the way,
I find something more to do.

This city doesn't need another materialistic soul,
We need someone else with another goal.

Money will come,
But humanity will soon go.
Like dust in a storm,
No one will even know.

Help the system,
Take it on yourself.
Be the solution,
It won't fix itself.

But one man is not enough,
To fix all our mess.
And if not with your help,
Then I'll do it by myself.

The Jester.

2010-05-26T15:54:00.003+05:30

The kings throw coins,

From their seats of gold.

The clown plays tricks,

Both new and old.

The children play around me,

And laugh out in glee.

The strangers take a look,

And they turn and flee.

The Jester's in the center,

And they're looking at me.

Oh, they're looking at me.

The hysterical fools,

Throughout the land.

Scream out loud,

For the Jesters hand.

The shops down the road,

Sell cures for the soul.

For the right price they say,

We will make you whole.

The clown turns tricks,

For the kings arcade.

The man who I was,

Has now been unmade.

The kings throw coins,

From their seats of gold.

The clown plays tricks,

Both new and old.

The children play around me,

And laugh out in glee.

The strangers take a look,

And they turn and flee.

The Jester's in the center,

And they're looking at me.

Oh, they're looking at me.

The old man gazes,

Through the door of the past.

He turns back and thinks,

When did he laugh last.

He looks through again,
To the days gone by.

The tricks we played,

For the thrones so high.

The kings threw coins,

From their thrones of gold.

What a wasted life he thinks,

Now that we've grown old.

The children used to laugh,

And play around me.

The strangers would look,

They'd turn around and flee,

The Jester in the center,

And they were looking at me.

Why are they still looking at me?

The Book of Life

2010-04-28T03:39:00.000+05:30

I turn back to the pages,
Of my youth and wonder.
Look back on the days,
That have gone by.

Let a ready man read,
While the book is in my hand.
Let him take a stand.

I wish to see,
My younger days.
Spent in rain,
And sunshine rays.
When the melody was sweet,
Like the smell of my old street.

Reminded me of days of lost wonder,
The book of my life,
And the writings of leisure.
The movie plays in the land of the blind.
Now pause and please rewind.

Give me back my naiveté,
I wish to learn again.
My ship is drifting,
Without a sail.

Let the child inside me live,
While I can make a stand.
Lend me a hand.

I want to learn,
From my mistakes.
Learn to give,
And when to take.
When to rise up above,
From the sound on that playground.

Reminded me of days of lost wonder,
The book of my life,
And the writings of leisure.
The movie plays in the land of the blind.
Now pause and please rewind.

Remember days of paper ships,
Like dreams that float and flip.
A time of boundless love,
Beyond the sky up above.
Chasing cars down the street,
And happy sounds of growing feet.

Reminded me of days of lost wonder,
The book of my life,
And the writings of leisure.
The movie plays in the land of the blind.
Now pause and please rewind.

A King. A Fool.

2010-04-06T11:28:00.001+05:30

Come to this sight,
Don't ride alone.
Suffer the demons,
On the cold and guarded throne.

Come to this life,
Your only hope.
Try to escape,
This downward deadly slope.

Creating, destroying,
All your life,
Saw you divided by your pride.
Sold and provided,
All your life,
You are invited by your dark side.

Come in this night,
The day grows dark.
Carry your burden,
And I'll ease your weary heart.

Come where I am,
My spirit floats.
Serenity is here,
A slowly sailing boat.

Creating, destroying,
All your life,
Saw you divided by your pride.
Sold and provided,
All your life,
You are invited by your dark side.

The Levee edge

2010-04-05T11:09:00.003+05:30

She will be there,
And her voice is calling me.

She can see,
I'll leave it again for her.

And I see her,
Like a vision in a scary haze.

When I hold her,
I won't leave her again.

Oh... When I'll be there,
On the levee's edge,
Then I'll say,
That I leave it today.
When I'll be there,
On the levee's edge,
I will know,
My way back again.

Once I saw her,
Through the doorway at the end.

Then I knew,
The time to meet, comes again.

And I reach out,
To the broken windowpane.

And I step on,
As the levee breaks.

Oh... When I'll be there,
On the levee's edge,
Then I'll say,
That I leave it today.
When I'll be there,
On the levee's edge,
I will know,
My way back again.

Questions

2010-04-04T17:32:00.001+05:30

I just lie here,
And close my weary eyes.
The smoke fills my mind,
And I gain a secret high.

The wheels of fortune,
Creak and spin again.
The merchant beckons,
Selling cures of unknown pains.

Where do I go?
When I've lost the way.
Why should I fight?
What do I have to say?
How will I win?
Where does it begin?
Who was the man who died?

Power and vision,
Slowly cloud my sight.
Building up to something,
Following my inner light.

The mind is swaying,
My feet can touch the sky.
Smoke is so much stronger,
Forever takes me high.

Where do I go?
When I've lost the way.
Why should I fight?
What do I have to say?
How will I win?
Where does it begin?
Who was the man who died?

Protected from within,
Defended by my lies.
I've found life,
In my mind so close by.
Let me show you serenity,
Living, changing,
Where life goes by.

The Muse

2010-04-02T16:25:00.002+05:30

The wind in her hair,
And a devil in her eye.
The sand at her feet,
Her lips a silent sigh.

The horizon sets,
As the night sky breaks.
She runs so free,
The wave erases her wake.

Words unspoken,
Linger on gentle lips.
A moment unbroken,
Into dreams I slip.

An innocent victim,
To her unwavering gaze.
Her face smiles through,
Across the smoke haze.

She calls out the words,
A poem without warning.
She speaks of today,
And tomorrow morning.

She says find love,
Before the world forgets.
Step forward right now,
Let go of past regrets.

The moment to live,
Is upon us now.
Enough of a life,
Learn to be alive somehow.

The world falls silent,
As the shadows collide.
The sea breeze moves,
And the night sky divides.

The break of dawn,
A breath of cool air.
Forever I am lost,
I care not where.

Better Things.

2010-02-16T23:33:00.002+05:30

On what whims,
The world spins,
Who dies;
And who lives.

How evil love can be,
If someone holds me,
But I can't feel it.
Forever the feelings faked.

But, I'm sure of,
You're ability,
To love me truly.
Which makes me,
My own fallacy.

Just hold me,
Embrace me,
Don't say that,
You love me.
Coz one day,
We will walk away and say,
Things are better ending this way.

I need to know,
Why we're here,
Standing;
In this moment.

Just a weak reflection,
Of what this is,
And what it could be.

But its my life,
And my ability,
To love her truly.
Which makes you,
A twisted enemy.

Just hold me,
Embrace me,
Don't say that,
You love me.
Coz one day,
We will walk away and say,
Things are better ending this way.

Here comes the Shadow.

2010-01-10T22:50:00.004+05:30

When war and peace,

Is left to the lord.

And everyone's God,

Is Evil.

Businessmen and lawyers,

Lead the common man.

Where money,

Is the way of speaking.

Leaders and robbers,

Walk hand in hand.

When crime,

Is always paying.

The suit and the chains,

Together align.

And the jail cells,

Are overflowing.

Here comes the shadow,

That we made with our hands,

The sun will soon be fading.

Here comes the shadow,

To cleanse our land,

The time has come for repenting.

We scream in silence,

And whisper in crowds.

Knowledge gained,

From overhearing.

Teacher and preacher,

Guide all to abhor.

And nature itself,

Is weeping.

All that we have,

Is not what we adore.

The world itself,

Seems lacking.

The love that we send,

In a life that will end.

So many lessons,

Are left for learning.

Here comes the shadow,

That we made with our hands,

The sun will soon be fading.

Here comes the shadow,

To cleanse our land,

The time has come for repenting.

Generation of waste,

And life of excess.

And somewhere,

A child is crying.

All that we spend,

And yet we want more.

Deep inside,

We're dying.

Life is to live,

Not meant to destroy.

What was made,

We will be losing.

A new day will dawn,

For our daughters and sons.

A new chance,

For some repairing.

Here comes the shadow,

That we made with our hands,

The sun will soon be fading.

Here comes the shadow,

To cleanse our land,

The time has come for repenting.

New year, New start.

2010-01-09T15:23:00.005+05:30

The sun has faded,

It indicated.

The day will end,

And sun will rise,

For another dawn.

Feeling jaded,

Alienated.

Moving back and forth,

Looking for,

A greener lawn.

I don't know,

What I will find.

Leave what I was,

Behind.

Search for,

Peace of mind.

Leave it all,

Behind.

Hold a prayer,

In my favor.

I'm going to,

A lonely place,

Just to find myself again.

Wave goodbye now,

Flying high now.

The rising day,

Will light my way,

In this heavy falling rain.

I don't know,

What I will find.

Leave what I was,

Behind.

Search for,

Peace of mind.

Leave it all,

Behind.

Close the book now,

Take a look now.

Everything falls in place,

You can see it on my face.

I will be famous,

Victorious.

Standing on ashen will of,

The people who wished me ill.

I don't know,

What I will find.

Leave what I was,

Behind.

Search for,

Peace of mind.

Leave it all,

Behind.

I've made it there now,

I have no fear now.

I can turn around,

And look at them,

Show them what they could've been.

Keep to the Left.

2009-12-17T01:46:00.005+05:30

To,

Ashu.

I imagine if I had written this then, you would have been singing it to me that night. It was so long ago, but I still remember the day you saved my life. If you hadn't been there then, I would probably not be here now. That was the day I fell in love with you.

Every time now, when He re-appears, all I look for is your voice calling me back, singing this song. It reminds me that I'm stronger than Him, it brings me back.

Thanks for everything,

My Love.

---------------Keep to the Left---------------

Stay away,

From the highway tonight,

My Love.

Don't let these fears,

Decide your years,

Don't make my tears,

In vain.

There are so many,

More days left,

My Love.

Don't let your chance,

Be our last dance,

Don't make our love,

End in pain.

If you wish to drive on,

Its okay my love.

Just look back once,

And you'll see a light on,

For a place you can,

Come back to.

How many more ways,

Do I show you,

My Love.

Give me a chance to know you,

I won't let you,

Throw yourself away.

Don't go to that highway,

Tonight my love.

We can make tomorrow,

A better day.

Your home is in,

My arms today.

Travelogue of Enlightenment.

2009-12-13T17:49:00.006+05:30

Merchant of fate,

In search of truth.

Selling, trading,

The wisdom fruit.

Where does he come from,

His travel route.

Curses flying,

His search is moot.

It was meant for you,

I wish you knew.

What he searches,

It was meant for you.

Forbidden fruit and,

The fountain of youth,

It is meant for you.

The light is shining,

At the tunnels end.

No one sees it,

Coz its around a bend.

Stumbling backwards,

We fear the friend.

Keep on forward,

You will start a trend.

It was meant for you,

I wish you knew.

What he searches,

It was meant for you.

Forbidden fruit and,

The fountain of youth,

It is meant for you.

The path he's chosen,

Leads to just one place.

Darkness closing,

Around a saddened face.

Where he came from,

Was lost in grace.

It's a singular effort,

It was not a race.

It was meant for you,

Forbidden fruit and,

The fountain of youth,

It is meant for you.

P.S.> This is my 100th original song/poem. A 100 works in and I still feel I haven't said anything. Maybe I should go about getting these in print... Lets see...

Dorothy.

2009-11-30T15:00:00.009+05:30

Tempo: 60

Chorus chords in half-time switching.

Chord Progression:

Verse: Em, G, Am, E, Bm, Bb, A, C.

Chorus 1: F, Am, D, C, F, Am, D, C(Let ring).

Chorus 2: F, Am, D, D, C, Am, F, Em(Let ring).

Verse 3: Em, G, Am, E, Bm, Bb, A, C, Bm, Bb, Em, G.

Chorus 3: F, Am, D, C, Am, C, F, E(Let ring).

The Lyrics:

She was flying,

Across the rainbow.

Kansas town,

Left far below.

Blue skies,

And clouds of grey.

Moving on,

But I wish she'd stay.

She was searching,

For dreams she heard.

Her slippers red,

In a greyscale world.

Floating trees,

With magic strands.

Riding with the wind,
To the fairy-tale land.

When I stumble,

She's there for me.

A helping hand,

She lends to me.

Picks me up,

When I've fallen down.

With her golden wings,

And a diamond crown.

She gives me what I wanted,
Everything I need,
Everything is freed.
From my mind to my soul,
That was stranded.
Riding with the wind,
To the fairy-tale land.

And if she wanted,
She could stay with me.

Give it up,
To be with me.

But she's an angel,
With golden wings.

And every song,
I know she sings.

So I hold her,
For a little while.

Remembering,
Her sweet smile.

When she gave me what I wanted.
Saved me when, I was stranded.
She took me on her wings,
To the fairy-tale land.

If I was a Scientist.

2009-11-05T04:10:00.004+05:30

I was gonna grow up and be a scientist.

Working away in my secret lab.

Not a question that I would miss.

Make Einstein seem like a drab.

Finding cures for unknown ills,

Creating potions of myth.

Elixir of life and light sabers,

Not a Jedi, I like the Sith.

I would end world hunger,

And make the dolphins speak.

If only I had the brains,

To be a scientist.

The future would be mine,

I could disprove every priest.

Money and fame are secondary now,

If only I was a scientist.

I will build me some robot warriors,

Laser guns, AI and all.

I will try teach them about life,

And how we grew so tall.

And I just hope that they will,

Realize what life's worth.

In the very least I hope that,

They won't go destroy the Earth.

I would end world hunger,

And make the dolphins speak.

If only I had the brains,

To be a scientist.

The future would be mine,

I could disprove every priest.

Money and fame are secondary now,

If only I was a scientist.

Create the Matrix like the machines did,

Reality will be what I feel.

Bullet-Dodge motion and flying subs,

And machines that auto-heal.

It might seem to you,

That I'm a bit of a freak.

But you just don't get it,

This song is for the geek.

The future would be mine,

I could disprove every priest.

Money and fame are secondary now,

If only I was a scientist.

Song to sing when I'm alone.

2009-10-28T02:42:00.004+05:30

I like the sound of my own voice,

I'm not asking for anyone else's choice.

Imagination expression device,

To say what I think I mean.

Find my way in a darkened room,

Shadows colliding with the moon,

I finally found a worthwhile tune,

But I think I lost it again.

I was born in this rat race,

I'm not gonna leave much of a trace,

Only thing I see is your beautiful face,

Standing here next to me.

Some people got lost finding the path,

Some just lost sight of the track,

Even more got taken all the way back,

Maybe we should start it again.

Around the World.

2009-10-14T17:11:00.000+05:30

Take my heart,
Around the world.

See who's my friend,
And who is right.

Write my story,
Word for word.

See what you get,
From your life.

Its almost like being free,
All the pain that I believe.
Its almost like a relief,
To see this time,
And its mine.

Like to sit down,

And share some words.

Know what it's like,

What we have heard.

Try to fill some emptiness,

With nothing more.

Break away from loneliness,

Walk right out another door.

Its almost like being free,
All the pain that I believe.
Its almost like a relief,
To see this time,
And its mine.

All that I wanted,

All that I thought would mean something.

All that we had and,

All that I saw in my dream.

Its almost like being free,
All the pain that I believe.
Its almost like a relief,
To see this time,
And its mine.

Et tu Brute?

2009-10-13T19:28:00.000+05:30

You cast your lot with the right people. At least those you perceive to be right at that point of time. Then, you strive. You strive and you struggle and you work your ass off trying to achieve one combined goal. Of course there were doubts, but you ignore that voice. You convince yourself, that nothing is going to affect this. Nothing will change, and this will last forever. Suddenly you realize. A certain lack of appreciation, a certain lack of brotherhood. By all means, you’re brothers and in so many ways you are a stranger. An outsider, included in a world of peers, who was taken in, but never really accepted. Still, they embrace you. They consider you a peer.

But never an equal.

You make mistakes. They make mistakes. Some on our own, many together. No one says anything. Then it happens. It starts small. No one notices as the cracks start forming. “It’s nothing. We’ll survive. All for one; one for all.” But the three musketeers’ were always four. He’s never remembered. Not as a musketeer. And then it comes back. One mistake, tears the whole world down. No gratitude. No affection. No respect.

Maybe I am d’Artagnan.

And you get cast aside. Sidelined. All the efforts, wasted. All the respect, destroyed. And nothing to show for it, except a fool’s endeavor at becoming something. Someone. Among friends. What friends.

They all told me this would happen. The dagger was poised, my back was exposed. But like Caesar, I ignored the warnings. I ignored it all. Blind in my faith, blinded by friends. How poetic that they be the ones to end it all. Et tu Brute?

You are my brothers,
My friends,
The memories,
Will stand by me.
You call me brother,
All my friends,
Their memories,
Will stand by me.

Wish we could have stood next to each other for a little longer. Too bad, guess I’ll survive. See ya when I see ya.

Never Afraid

2009-10-07T02:16:00.000+05:30

Only one way to go,
Life will always let me know,

Everything goes the way I say,
Nothing goes against my way.

Nothing can ever take me down,
Nothing will ever, break me now.

The world keeps spinning,
Around my head.
I keep on winning,
Never afraid.
Never afraid.

All I do,
Will end in victory,
Everything I want,
It waits for me.

Keep it going,
Keep it strong,
Everyone will sing,
It's my victory song.

Nothing can ever take me down,
Nothing will ever, break me now.

The world keeps spinning,
Around my head.
I keep on winning,
Never afraid.
Never afraid.

P.S.> This is my first ever song with a complete positive feel to it. I wrote it for a good friend of mine, a small guitar genius who made the tune that I'm listening to right now. He made the tune and passed it on to me, and the lyrics sort of flowed. Wrote the lyrics in a few minutes and the tune that he created somehow got the words out with ease.

Late night walk.

2009-09-24T00:58:00.004+05:30

Here's a plan for me and you,

Just something we can do.

We can walk down this road,

Find out what lies ahead.

Maybe search a little more,

Look for what we said.

I can do something for you,

I'll give you what you want.

If you promise not to burn,

Another hole in my heart.

Here's a plan for me and you,

Just something we can do.

I just need to say,

That I always mean well.

Even though I don't,

Find the right ways to tell.

So just once tell me,

What went through your head.

So that I wont make you sad,

And give you what you want instead.

Here's a plan for me and you,

Just something we can do.

And here we have come,

To the bend in the road again.

A chance to avoid,

The same mistakes and pain.

So show me the way,

That I can walk with you.

I can hold your hand,

Just the night, me and you.

Just something we can do.

Here's what I found.

2009-09-22T01:20:00.000+05:30

I may not wear the right clothes,

My socks don't match,

And I don't know what is what.

If this lasts forever,

I'll be the last man,

Who's first to get out.

I think maybe its all for the best,

I worked so hard, I could use a little rest.

Been thinking its all written down,

Looked a little deeper and see what I found.

I'm just here right now,

Coz I find it hard,

To get ahead somehow.

And I don't wanna love,

Coz love keeps me down,

I'll never lose if I don't I know how.

I think maybe its all for the best,

I worked so hard, I could use a little rest.

Been thinking its all written down,

Looked a little deeper and see what I found.

Why would I want to move on,

When it's just so easy,

To sit and hold on.

Maybe you're right,

Life will pass me by.

But could I ever fail,

If I never try.

If this was the sea,

I'd be that one wave,

Thats just trying to break free.

I really do hope its all for the best,

Why does everything seem like a little test.

I think I have it all written down,

I lost a few pages, let me read what I've found.

Ezekiel 25:17

2009-09-11T01:59:00.001+05:30

Is this just another day,

Are we known to feel this way.

How did we begin to change,

Eight years ago today.

Questions rise when answers fall,

We raise superhuman souls.

What was once said this day,

Can't be faced at all.

Innocence will pay,

For selfish deeds,

Of those gone astray.

Power craves its tyrants,

It's not the other way.

Vicarious, our lives,

In tragedy unknown.

Memories, and lies,

Infamy their renown.

The clock will turn,

As sky is going gray.

The sun will set tonight,

But it will rise another day.

Vengeance tests the hand of fate,

As we look for Him in vain.

Who can lead us now, away,

From this valley of pain.

Innocence will pay,

For selfish deeds,

Of those gone astray.

Power craves its tyrants,

It's not the other way.

Vicarious, our lives,

In tragedy unknown.

Memories, and lies,

Infamy their renown.

Outro:

"We are the weak,

They are the tyrants,

Yet we make them the shepherds.

Where is the righteous man?"

(In memory of September 11, 2001.)

War is taking over.

2009-09-07T18:10:00.005+05:30

I heard her voice today,

It came from nowhere.

In the form of radio static,

I'll recognize it anywhere.

She asked for a little picture,

To remember my face.

Reading out from a molded scripture,

No hope, no saving grace.

How can you bear,

To live in the world today,

It's falling down and war is taking over.

Digging your grave,

On someone else's say,

What will you do if no one's left to hold her.

Run away, run away,

Run away while you're still alive.

Run away, run away,

You know we can't survive.

Children ran in all directions,

Bombs falling from paper planes.

Won't be long before its all real,

Can't hide behind all your fame.

Soldier follows mindless orders,

Medals upon coffin and grave.

Giving life for the highest honor,

Do you remember just one name?

How can you bear,

To live in the world today,

It's falling down and war is taking over.

Searching for,

A shining ray of hope,

Find some love or just a little flower.

Run away, run away,

Run away while you're still alive.

Run away, run away,

You know we can't survive.

Autobiopoetry

2009-09-04T15:28:00.004+05:30

Adjectives from a type writer,

He moves his words like a prize fighter.

At the frenzied pace of the mind,

Inside a cell.

The man in the room might just as well be,

The man in the room might just as well.

Outside, yet inside the whirl,

Of the echoes and sounds from this side of the world.

He breaks in a sweat when you ask,

If he can see it all,

Yes, he can see it all.

He's so nervous but you can't tell,

When his mind is moving all can be well.

Through the hazy shell of the smoke,

Around his head.

The man in the room seems well read to me,

The man in the room seems well read.

He's outside, yet inside the whirl,

Of echoes and sounds from my side of the world.

He breaks in a sweat when you ask,

If he can see it all,

Yes, he can see it all.

Subtext to what he says right now,

Translation comes easy somehow.

Speaking in a tongue which you and I,

Find hard to tell.

The man in the room might just as well be,

The man in the room might just as well.

Outside, yet inside the whirl,

Of echoes and sounds from my side of the world.

He breaks in a sweat when you ask,

If he can see it all,

Yes, he can see it all.

Duck Tales.

2009-07-11T01:03:00.002+05:30

How come we all know the wrong things to say, at the right time?

We're programmed, by nature, with two contradicting thought generators in our body. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE faces this problem. Whenever we face a problem, we get two paths to follow, like the little evil and angel Donald Ducks, except, they aren't that boldly contradicting. One voice comes from the brain, the calculative part of our body, the one part where everything is supposed to follow a strict pattern and every problem is an equation. And this 'brain' manages to somehow send us one decision to take, a simple thing really, Mr. Cerebrum simply places an equation on his desk and then proceeds to solve it, for the most suitable outcome, brain-wise. Now Cerebrum is a no-nonsense kind of guy, one of those well suited, Ivy League alumni types businessman, and as such he thinks that way too.

Now at the same time, this same problem is presented to the heart. Now our heart is a beautiful thing. If our body was an open garden then the heart would be the free spirited hippie getting high on something natural and enjoying life as it comes. Quite the contrary of 'The Suit'. The heart simple faces a problem and provides a result which will make a man most happy. Most fulfilled. Its a self-preservation kind of thing, the happier the heart is, the longer we survive, the longer he can enjoy. For the brain, the more calculative decision we take, the more work he gets and boy does he love to work. Even before the idea is completed our brain already creates a million other result scenarios on which he can start working. Sort of like that over-productive ass hole in office.

So, back to me. Here's my question. Do I follow Devil Duck or Angel Duck? And which is which?

This leaves me in a fucked up situation doesn't it? One problem, two solutions. Its a simple decision. So I make it. I'm not exactly the 9 to 5, suit wearing, workaholic, but I always follow my brain. I look at a problem, I analyze it like an equation, and I keep my heart out of it. I make the most sensible choice, and I try to stick to it. Then I let the heart kick in and pretend to be happy with my decision. But that's where it all falls down of course.

Like I keep saying, you can either be right or you can be happy, I'd far rather be right yet happy any day. But I can't. Otherwise its one helluva way to live.

To: You.

2009-07-10T04:58:00.004+05:30

I thought that I,

Lost my mind.

When you told me,

What you knew I would find.

And now I know,

So I can think again.

I decided then,

That's it's time,

And this has reached it's end.

So, Thank you,

For ending this.

Hurting me,

So I wont miss.

The pain you shared,

For love I dared,

Defy, my intelligence.

How could I,

Not see the lie.

Blinded by my heart,

And your arrogance.

Now as I go,

Just tell me,

Were you really,

What you said you were to me.

So, Thank you,

For ending this.

Hurting me,

So I wont miss.

The pain you shared,

For love I dared,

Defy, my intelligence.

Now its too late,

You've crossed my sword..

I'm leaving you to dwell,

On your hollow words.

Either way,

Just let it be,

You're dead to me.

I won't be the one to help you,

I'm not gonna be there to hold you,

I won't be there when you go,

I'll be the one to say, I told you so.

Thank you.

(Slightly ripped from a song thats stuck in my head. But the parts that are, can't be said any better than this. Goes to someone who used to be a part of my life. A big part. No longer.)

Let it rain today.

2009-07-08T22:06:00.002+05:30

Is this just another day,

The clouds above,

Are gathering.

A slow and steady flowing breeze,

A cooling spell,

Of splendid rain.

Flowing words and fallen praise,

Another chance,

To wash the pain.

So please Lord,

Let it rain today.

Let the city sleep,

When it fills an empty day.

Let the rain fall,

And wash the dirt away.

The city needs a chance,

To clean its wounds today.

The growing hope on heavy clouds,

Its in the eyes,

That gleam so proud.

The wandering gaze at the sky,

As they hope,

For rain tonight.

The sky thunders, the sun retreats,

Pouring rain down,

On thirsty streets.

Gift of life and the seed of love,

Pouring peace,

And hope from above.

So please Lord,

Let it rain today.

Let the city sleep,

When it fills an empty day.

Let the rain fall,

And wash the dirt away.

The city needs a chance,

To clean its wounds today.

Lucifer/My Creator.

2009-07-04T00:19:00.003+05:30

Steal a confession,

Out of my head.

I really don't know,

But it's been said.

You sleep forever,

Once you die.

Is there no one left,

Who will cry, cry.

Cry.

Should I go blind.

Die.

With nothing left behind.

Destroy.

What was born.

Reply.

To my creator, filled with scorn.

The time has come,

For our retribution.

Steal a chance for,

A final confession.

Hoping to find,

Your redemption.

Left to burn with,

Your final destruction.

Cry.

For all thats gone.

Die.

Just to be reborn.

Destroy.

With a glance.

Reply.

My creator. Give me a chance.

The tension is rising,

Its just overhelming.

As I sin again,

To ease the pain,

I will live on forever,

In arms of Lucifer.

When I die, die, die.

Cry.

But not for me.

Die.

I'm breaking free.

Destroy.

The memory today.

Reply.

What do I say? What do I say?

My Own Terms.

2009-06-16T17:12:00.004+05:30

To everyone who tells me that I wont make it. That I'm being stubborn, arrogant, stupid. Who tell me to be realistic and stop dreaming. Who tell me I can't live this way. It's my life, I'll live it on my own terms and make what I want of it. Either support me from the sidelines or get the hell out of my way.

Living, risking, but never scared,

One step closer to the edge.

Nothing changes in my dreams,
I can go on, it may seem.

Iron will is never gone,
I am right, you think I’m wrong.

It’s not a story you can tell,
Taking chances, might as well.

Hold me while I’m still alive,
Just don’t hold me back,
When I touch the sky.

Let me die on my own terms,
Let me live and let me learn.
I’m not ready to sacrifice,
Somewhere in this world, is my life.

Looking forward I wont rewind,
Someday soon I will cross that line.

If freedom makes a fool of me,
Let me try and hope I see.

I will promise you one thing,
I will live up to my dreams.

Nothing ventured nothing gained,
Don’t wanna live for just each day.

Hold me while I’m still alive,
Just don’t hold me back,
When I touch the sky.

Let me die on my own terms,
Let me live and let me learn.
I’m not ready to sacrifice,
Somewhere in this world, is my life.

Remind me.

2009-05-25T23:58:00.004+05:30

I walk the streets at night,

Till I get lost.

If it never reminds me,

Of you at all.

With an empty pocket,

And my guitar.

If it never reminds me,

Of you at all.

I like making faces,

In mirrored walls.

If it never reminds me,

Of you at all.

I like walking backwards,

Till I fall.

If it never reminds me,

Of you at all.

The Love that we had. The love that we lost.

The love I held sacred, then you paused.

The more that I hold is more that I cry.

I don't wanna love... Just survive.

I like TV music,

And radio talk.

If it never reminds me,

Of you at all.

I like climbing over,

Empty walls.

If it never reminds me,

Of you at all.

I like unheard songs,

And drinking in bars.

If it never reminds me,

Of you at all.

The Love that we had. The love that we lost.

The love I held sacred, then you paused.

The more that I hold is more that I cry.

I don't wanna love... Just survive.

Bound and broken,

I have to learn,

Some more.

Lost and shaken,

Like never before.

The Love that we had. The love that we lost.

The love I held sacred, then you paused.

The more that I hold is more that I cry.

I don't wanna love... Just survive.

I like writing songs,

And breaking guitars.

Coz it helps me forget,

Who you were.

I like losing myself,

In the dark.

Coz it helps me forget,

Who you were.

Life in images.

2009-04-25T21:33:00.001+05:30

Painting life,
Like a picture,
So we won’t forget.

Leaving out,
All the faces,
Draw the silhouette.

Tonight will end soon,
So let me paint you.

Cause my mind’s running,
In fear that,
We may soon forget.

Our only time.
So we try, and we fail,
Just to keep it all alive.
We wait, for the fate,
To turn it back, to the part,
Where we know it all began.
Right to the start, of this.

Searching for,
The keys of all the,
Locks inside our head.

Finding just,
A blurry picture,
Clear it up instead.

Won’t you try and lend a hand,
Just help me out.

Cause I can’t think,
Of the everything,
I might leave something out.

Our only time.
So we try, and we fail,
Just to keep it all alive.
We wait, for the fate,
To turn it back, to the part,
Where we know it all began.
Right to the start, of this.

Now it’s all,
Here again,
It’s all in my head.
And I will never,
Forget this day.

Our only time.
So we try, and we fail,
Just to keep it all alive.
We wait, for the fate,
To turn it back, to the part,
Where we know it all began.
Right to the start, of this.

There it goes.

2009-04-24T21:32:00.002+05:30

You led me on,
Had me thinking we were real.

There wasn’t a thing,
That you would really feel.

I played my part,
In the sick game that you made.

I don’t need you now,
To find my way.

There goes the pain,
Weight off my shoulders.
I drop the chains,
Lightened my arms.
There goes the world,
Lost in translation.
You’ve lost your hold,
Over my emotion.
There it goes.

I know it scares you that,
I can be something more,
Than what you planned for me.

You may feel confident,
That you have broken,
The little humanity left in me.

But now I don’t need you,
Don’t need your games to play,
I’m leaving today

Now you don’t control me,
You can’t take away from me,
All that I am.

There goes the pain,
Weight off my shoulders.
I drop the chains,
Lightened my arms.
There goes the world,
Lost in translation.
You’ve lost your hold,
Over my emotion.
There it goes.

We’ve lost the feeling,
It has no meaning,
Just let it go.

Psychosis.

2009-04-23T20:50:00.003+05:30

It’s a different kind of,
Motivation.

A darkened kind of,
Emotion.

A wrong but fitting,
Solution.

An answer cause to,
Evolution.

I keeps me crying for,
Some peace within.
I makes me find,
A doubt in everything.
Demons in my head,
Inside my psychosis,
Which I can’t repel.

Feeding on the wrong,
Information.

Dancing in my head a new,
Recreation.

Looking for a reason for a,
Revolution.

Or is this just some kind of,
Natural selection.

I keeps me crying for,
Some peace within.
I makes me find,
A doubt in everything.
Demons in my head,
Inside my psychosis,
Which I can’t repel.

I think that I should start,
My own religion.

It seems the only sane,
Explanation.

No one thinks I’m crazy,
If I call it devotion.

I’ll forever me remembered,
For my contribution.

My life will be,
The front page.
Defying death,
Create an age.
Demons in my head,
Inside my psychosis.
Which I won’t repel,
So they treat me well.

End of Days.

2009-04-08T02:48:00.002+05:30

There's a man walking around,

Taking names.

He will decide who's up,

And who lost the game.

You know everyone wont be,

Treated all the same.

Be sure not make,

Even a sound.

When you see that old man,

Come around.

You will scream out in terror,

And freeze.

Your breath will leave you,

On a strong breeze.

He will decide who goes,

And who remains.

Hear closely now,

As he explains.

The time for retribution,

Has arrived.

The names of the sinners,

Have been derived.

Those who sinned,

Will be left behind.

The rest of us get a chance,

To hit rewind.

The lonely man,

Leads the way.

Guiding those,

Who've gone astray.

He turns around to see,

Those who follow him.

Right behind him,

The crowd has gone thin.

Conversation.

2009-03-31T02:20:00.003+05:30

I met God,

On the corner,

Of a dusty boulevard.

I saw him stand,

With broken clothes.

And a cigarette,

In his hand.

I had to know,

Where was he,

When my time was low?

What was wrong,

Where had You been,

All along?

Where was He,

When the old man,

Was killing me?

Were you lost,

Or didn't You,

Realise, what it cost?

I met God,

On the corner,

Of a dusty boulevard.

I saw him stand,

With broken clothes.

And a cigarette,

In his hand.

Was it something,

Wrong in my part.

Was it something,

I should have known,

From the start?

Why didn't You help me,

Couldn't you hear me cry?

Why did you,

Let me bleed there and die?

I met God,

On the corner,

Of a dusty boulevard.

I saw him stand,

With broken clothes.

And a cigarette,

In his hand.

He held me hand,

And led me away.

He told me child,

I couldn't let you stray.

Here in this world,

I made with my hand.

Among all this evil,

You were too good to stand.

You maybe dying,

But look at me face.

Follow me onward,

To a better place.

I met God,

On the corner,

Of a dusty boulevard.

I saw him stand,

With broken clothes.

And a cigarette,

In his hand.

The World Will Move On.

2009-03-26T00:06:00.005+05:30

Hypocrites fill the world,

Speaking out,

For what they haven't heard.

Try and make,

Some sense of it all.

Struggling with the door,

The sign says pull,

But yet we push some more.

Holding on,

To ideals that we lost.

The world will move on,

Yet we just hold on,

To things we should,

Have left long ago.

The world will move on,

Long after you are gone,

We will not change,

The way it spins you know.

The privilege of our birth,

Laughing out,

As we burn the earth,

Maybe we were,

Wrong from the start.

Common man he screams,

Waking up,

From one of sordid dreams,

Did he choose this life,

Or did we make it up.

The world will move on,

Yet we just hold on,

To things we should,

Have left long ago.

The world will move on,

Long after you are gone,

We will not change,

The way it spins you know.

Broken dreams and scars,

Stealing suns,

And reaching for the stars,

Is it any wonder,

How it fell apart.

Castles in the sky,

Falling down,

And you wonder why,

How could it,

Have all gone so wrong.

The world will move on,

Yet we just hold on,

To things we should,

Have left long ago.

The world will move on,

Long after you are gone,

We will not change,

The way it spins you know.

The Killer.

2009-03-25T01:58:00.001+05:30

"Why would you kill me?"

Asked the pastor to the thief,

"Is it because you're poor,

Or because you have no belief?"

"Or do you do it,

So your table has food,

Or does my life depend,

On convenience and mood?"

The thief said, "Father,"

"I know that I sin,

But you know not the turmoil,

That I hold within."

"I was not always this man,

I could not kill even a bee,

But one night changed my life,

With the death of my family."

"Since then I believe,

That there cannot be a god,

And for preaching in his name,

You are no more than a fraud."

The pastor said, "Son,"

"Maybe life is not as you see,

Just because your love died,

Does not mean you cannot be free."

"You may choose to murder,

Loot, steal and kill,

Or you could try and listen,

To your own free will."

"True," replied the killer,

And brought the gun to a head,

He squeezed on the trigger,

And the pastor lay dead.

"My child never sinned,

And nor did my wife,

Then tell me this father,

Why didn't the lord spare their life?"

"In His name you spoke,

In your preachings you lied,

I find it ironic then,

That with his teachings you died."

The killer stepped outside,

From church and Lord's home,

Again he realised,

That he was truly alone.

He reached for the paper,

That he held in his hand,

And he crossed another name,

As he cleansed the land.

He stepped in the rain,

Slowly he moved on,

Another preacher had to pay,

Before the break of dawn.

Trapeze Artist.

2009-03-24T20:21:00.003+05:30

How long had it been,

I just cannot say.

Coz the day I had arrived,

Looked a look like today.

The years rolled by,

And the seasons changed.

But everything inside me,

Still seems the same.

How can I say,

What happened in my life.

When I don't even know,

Why I'm still alive.

The days have all gone,

As the sun rose and set.

And someday I will die,

Without a drop of regret.

Everyone wants to ask,

Why am I here?

What is in my life,

And what do I fear?

I know not what to say,

For I don't know myself.

But I tell them the answers,

Are the same as yourself.

Why is it then?

That life comes around.

When all that I had lost,

Was someday found.

What do you say?

When you seek no answers.

You tell who ask the questions,

Why do they wonder?

Why do they care,

What I have to say?

How does it matter,

To them anyway?

Why do they wonder,

Under which sky I lie?

Does it even matter,

Wether I live or die.

P.S.> I've been on a roll. I don't know why, I don't know how, I don't even know if all that I wrote in these 2 days of March, is even worth anything. All I know is, I've felt this urge to write and for some reason I'm thinking too much. I just felt the need to put it in words and tried to make them as songs, but they are not.

These last few works are poems, no matter how much I try to deny it or change it. People will scoff, ridicule, point and amuse themselves. Or maybe they will wonder for a deeper meaning. If you are a part of the wonderers, then please, just regard these as nothing more than a youth's ramblings put into rhyming prose.

"I'm not a poet. I hate the term. I consider myself to be a trapeze artist, swinging from words to phrases and thoughts to ideas. I carefully balance the words and attempt to keep the reader's eyes on me throughout my act of a few verse. Maybe some lose sight and some find it boring, I find it a way to express myself to those around me." -- Bob Dylan.

It hurts.

2009-03-23T20:02:00.000+05:30

So we say we make a way,

Without hurting others.

We're smiling at the man,

As we kill his brothers.

Even if intentions are right,

And methods go wrong.

How can we dare to say,

We wanted peace all along.

So now look,

Within your heart,

For the answers,

You search.

Coz every moment hurts,

Every movement hurts,

Every moment,

It hurts.

So we try to find a way,

To end the suffers.

We say we give to them,

All we have to offer.

How can we turn our backs,

When we started it all.

We have to find a way,

Catch all those who fall.

So now look,

Within your heart,

For the answers,

You search.

Coz every moment hurts,

Every movement hurts,

Every moment,

It hurts.

We go beyond the dreams,

And our own pains.

We have to find a way,

To look beyond the gains.

Where do we draw the line,

Between wrong and right.

They taught us about peace,

Yet they told us to fight.

So now look,

Within your heart,

For the answers,

You search.

Coz every moment hurts,

Every movement hurts,

Every moment,

It hurts.

Stranger.

2009-03-22T19:26:00.000+05:30

You stumble into a room,

With a drink in your hand.

You see someone in the centre,

And you just don't understand.

He's singing for the circus,

And you wonder who it is.

So you just sit there thinking,

What is it that you missed.

Coz something's happening here,

And you have no idea,

What it is.

Do you? Stranger,

In the town.

So you turn in your ticket,

And you sit down for the show.

But it all seems strange to you,

And there's nothing that you know.

So you sit there all alone,

And you're feeling like a freak.

Oh you have so many questions,

But you can barely speak.

Its coz something's happening here,

And you have no idea,

What it is.

Do you? Stranger,

In the town.

Someone walked up to you,

And handed you a case.

You reached out with a question,

You thought you knew his face.

You opened what he gave you,

And it contains what you seek.

But even then you wonder,

Why you are still the freak.

Its coz something's happening here,

And you have no idea,

What it is.

Do you? Stranger,

In the town.

Fame.

2009-03-21T18:43:00.000+05:30

Now I'm hearing voices,

And there's no one around.

The world is getting empty,
And the grass has gone brown.

Maybe I'm just lonely,

Or sad that no one's heard.

I think thats the problem,

No one knows me in the world.

I need to make my way,

Tell the world my name.

Need to make my voice heard,

Reach out for the fame.

I will cross the hurdles,

And climb the steep incline.

And I will be remembered,

Long after my time.

The winds are getting weaker,

And breeze hardly breathes.

And the sun keeps getting darker,

There's no life in the leaves.

My world gets partly cloudy,

My judgement seems so wrong.

Now I sit and wonder,

The meaning of this song.

I need to make my way,

Tell the world my name.

Need to make my voice heard,

Reach out for the fame.

I will cross the hurdles,

And climb the steep incline.

And I will be remembered,

Long after my time.

Night.

2009-03-20T01:11:00.001+05:30

Oh I sat in silence,

The night so quiet.

Isn't it funny,

How it chooses to riot.

It plays with your head,

And toys with your mind.

You search in the dark,

And there's nothing to find.

Oh don't you give me,

Any more of what I had.

I thought I was happy,

What makes me so sad.

Its the world that is broken,

I'm the only one right.

Why am I so empty,

Like the darkness in night.

Oh, I sit here alone,

With my knees 'round my head.

If you could see me,

You'd think I was dead.

But all I was hoping,

Was that I'd make a choice.

Hear myself speak,

Over all of this noise.

Oh don't you give me,

Any more of what I had.

I thought I was happy,

What makes me so sad.

Its the world that is broken,

I'm the only one right.

Why am I so empty,

Like the darkness in night.

What was it I smoked,

And the drinks that I had.

Or maybe it was both,

That is driving me mad.

How I wish for the silence,

For the noises to die.

So I can lay my head down,

Just rest some and cry.

Oh don't you give me,

Any more of what I had.

I thought I was happy,

What makes me so sad.

Its the world that is broken,

I'm the only one right.

Why am I so empty,

Like the darkness in night.

Madman.

2009-03-19T00:02:00.002+05:30

There's a man by my window,
Said he wanted the world.

I thought that he was crazy,
And I might have misheard.

He said was willing,
To pay any price.

As long as he saw,
Every ray of sunrise.

Oh who am I to tell him,
That it cannot be done.
After all I have taken,
And all I have won.
Maybe he's crazy,
But I think he has a plan,
I'm beginning to wonder,
Which one is the Madman.

So I walked down the hallway,
And made for my car.

The man said he wanted,
A piece of a star.

I thought maybe this time,
He must surely be mad.

But he asked what he wanted,
So he wont be so sad.

Oh who am I to tell him,
That it cannot be done.
After all I have taken,
And all I have won.
Maybe he's crazy,
But I think he has a plan,
I'm beginning to wonder,
Which one is the Madman.

So I turned the key,
And I drove down the road.

The night she was biting,
Freezing and cold.

And the man sat beside me,
I didn't believe my eyes.

This time he told me,
He wanted the skies.

Oh who am I to tell him,
That it cannot be done.
After all I have taken,
And all I have won.
Maybe he's crazy,
But I think he has a plan,
I'm beginning to wonder,
Which one is the Madman.

Rum N' Coke.

2009-03-18T00:15:00.001+05:30

Oh, I was walking in circles,

All way round the clock.

I never sang when lonely,

Oh I would rarely talk.

The rainman walked up to me,

Said he had something to tell.

He said he'd heard about me,

He said he knew me well.

Oh, he handed me a bottle,

As slowly as he spoke.

He mixed it up with something,

And he called it Rum n Coke.

So someone hand me this way,
My last and final smoke.
And bring me two long glasses,
For my daily Rum n Coke.

I went back to the rain main,

And he gave me two medicine.

One was dark as timber,
The other some country gin.

Like a fool I mixed them,
And it strangled up my mind.

And now people just get hazy,
And I have no sense of time.

Oh, he handed me a bottle,

As slowly as he spoke.

He mixed it up with something,

And he called it Rum n Coke.

So someone hand me this way,
My last and final smoke.
And bring me two long glasses,
For my daily Rum n Coke.

The world was spinning under,

And I could barely stand.

That when I wondered,

What I held in my hand.

The Rain Man's darkened cures,

And what he said was fine.

I should have paid attention,

But it tasted so divine.

Oh, he handed me a bottle,

As slowly as he spoke.

He mixed it up with something,

And he called it Rum n Coke.

So someone hand me this way,
My last and final smoke.
And bring me two long glasses,
For my daily Rum n Coke.

P.S.> Someone wondered who the rain-main was. As per lore, rainman refers to red-indian shamans, the Rainmakers, in this the Rain Man is someone who got me hooked to Rum and Coke; Puneet. I'm sure, you have your own Rain Man.

Let me sleep.

2009-03-17T00:10:00.000+05:30

You can see the cyclone turning,

In my head.

You said you would save me somehow,

But I was dead.

Foreign natures drag me down,

In my mind.

And now my eyes can see the crown,

Of bright sunshine.

So tie a black cloak,

On my eyes.

So I can sleep tonight,

Inspite what I'd done today.

I'll find you burning,

In the fire.

And I can sleep tonight,

Knowing I have won today.

Right down the road the world is,

Breaking down.

Somewhere on the way survivors,

I had found.

I keep on telling you that I,

Need a break.

And now I'm sleeping when the sun,

Is wide awake.

So tie a black cloak,

On my eyes.

So I can sleep tonight,

Inspite what I'd done today.

I'll find you burning,

In the fire.

And I can sleep tonight,

Knowing I have won today.

Can someone save me,

Just this time,

So I can sleep today.

Or find me guilty,

Of my crime.

Just let me sleep this day.

Just let me sleep today.

I Don't Vote.

2009-03-16T17:40:00.004+05:30

" Everybody complains about politicians. Everybody says, "They suck". But where do people think these politicians come from? They don't fall out of the sky. They don't pass through a membrane from another reality. No, they come from Indian homes, Indian families, Indian schools, Indian jails, Indian businesses, and they're elected by Indian voters. This is the best we can do, folks. It's what our system produces: Garbage in, garbage out.

If you have selfish, ignorant citizens, you're going to get selfish, ignorant leaders. Term limits ain't going to do any good; you're just going to end up with a brand new bunch of selfish, ignorant Indians. So, maybe, maybe, maybe, it's not the politicians who suck. Maybe something else sucks around here… like, the public. Yeah, the public sucks. There's a nice campaign slogan for somebody: 'The Public Sucks.'

I have solved this political dilemma in a very direct way: On Election Day, I stay home. I don't vote. Two reasons. First of all it's meaningless; this country was bought and sold a long time ago. The shit they shovel around every 4 years *pfff* doesn't mean a fucking thing.

And secondly, I firmly believe that if you vote, you have no right to complain. Now, some people like to twist that around. They say, "If you don't vote, you have no right to complain", but where's the logic in that? If you vote, and you elect dishonest, incompetent politicians, and they get into office and screw everything up, you are responsible for what they have done. You voted them in. You caused the problem. You have no right to complain.

I, on the other hand, who did not vote -- who did not even leave the house on Election Day -- am in no way responsible for what these politicians have done and have every right to complain about the mess that YOU created. "

-- George Dennis Carlin, 1996, Back in Town.

Why am I posting this? Election Day for us is right around the corner and everyday someone is coming up to me and asking if I'm voting, and everytime I recreate this piece of art for them, or as much as I can remember. Then I leave them searching for a quick comeback.

So this one goes out to all those dumb-fucks who keep pressing me to vote. I don't want to vote!! I dont give a shit, and neither should you. It's a wasted effort until some of those helpful, selfless, clean and honest people who are apparently in this god forsaken country, stand up to take the seat. If I ever vote, I'm not going to vote on some farce and false promises, I'll vote for the government that gets the job done, and more than anything gives a fuck about the public. So the next time you feel like defending your "Right to Vote", your right to "Create change, be someone, own something" you better realise that all of this is a lie. You don't own shit, and neither do the politicians!!

The real owners are the big wealthy business interests that control things and make all the important decisions. Forget the politicians, they're an irrelevancy. The politicians are put there to give you the idea that you have freedom of choice. You don't. You have no choice. You have owners. They own you. They own everything. They own all the important land. They own and control the corporations. They've long since bought and paid for the Parliament, the Political parties, the courts, the municipality. They've got the judges in their back pockets. And they own all the big media companies, so that they control just about all of the news and information you hear. They've got you by the balls. They spend crores of rupees every year fighting – fighting to get what they want. Well, we know what they want; they want more for themselves and less for everybody else.

And I'll tell you what they don't want. They don't want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking. They don't want well-informed, well-educated people capable of critical thinking. They're not interested in that. That doesn't help them. That's against their interests. They don't want people who are smart enough to sit around the kitchen table and figure out how badly they're getting fucked by a system that threw them overboard 52 fucking years ago. You know what they want? Obedient workers – people who are just smart enough to run the machines and do the paperwork but just dumb enough to passively accept all these increasingly shittier jobs with the lower pay, the longer hours, reduced benefits, the end of overtime and the vanishing pension that disappears the minute you go to collect it. And, now, they're coming for your Long-term Investments. They want your fucking retirement money. They want it back, so they can give it to their criminal friends on Dalal Street. And you know something? They'll get it. They'll get it all, sooner or later, because they own this fucking place. It's a big club, and you ain't in it. You and I are not in the big club.

Home.

2009-03-16T00:01:00.004+05:30

I'm on my way,

To nowhere.

And I need to find some sign.

Walking around,

On these two feet.

And nothing's on my mind.

I'm wandering,

Into far off worlds.

I think I'm too far gone..

I'll find a way,

To call you maybe.

Tell you what I've found.

Moving around,

On broken wings,

My heart is where I go.

Searching for that lonely place,

Somehow I will know.

This is home.

I'm trying to,

Reach a restful place.

And sleep away my years.

I hope to find,

Somebody there.

Whose mind thinks like mine.

Maybe when I,

Reach that land.

I come back to take you there.

Maybe it seems,

I'm searching too hard.

Maybe I'm already here.

Moving around,

On broken wings,

My heart is where I go.

Searching for that lonely place,

Somehow I will know.

This is home.

The streets my own,

That restul baritone,

Maybe this is it for me,

This is where I belong.

This is home.

Saving the planet.

2009-03-15T02:17:00.003+05:30

This here is George Carlin's monologue on the environment. I agree with him somewhat, he had a unique way of putting things into perspective.

R.I.P. George. I'm sure you're looking up at us and laughing.

We're so self-important. So self-important. Everybody's going to save something now. "Save the trees, save the bees, save the whales, save those snails." And the greatest arrogance of all: save the planet. What? Are these fucking people kidding me? Save the planet, we don't even know how to take care of ourselves yet. We haven't learned how to care for one another, we're gonna save the fucking planet?

I'm getting tired of that shit. Tired of that shit. I'm tired of fucking Earth Day, I'm tired of these self-righteous environmentalists, these white, bourgeois liberals who think the only thing wrong with this country is there aren't enough bicycle paths. People trying to make the world save for their Volvos. Besides, environmentalists don't give a shit about the planet. They don't care about the planet. Not in the abstract they don't. Not in the abstract they don't. You know what they're interested in? A clean place to live. Their own habitat. They're worried that some day in the future, they might be personally inconvenienced. Narrow, unenlightened self-interest doesn't impress me.

Besides, there is nothing wrong with the planet. Nothing wrong with the planet. The planet is fine. The PEOPLE are fucked. Difference. Difference. The planet is fine. Compared to the people, the planet is doing great. Been here four and a half billion years. Did you ever think about the arithmetic? The planet has been here four and a half billion years. We've been here, what, a hundred thousand? Maybe two hundred thousand? And we've only been engaged in heavy industry for a little over two hundred years. Two hundred years versus four and a half billion. And we have the CONCEIT to think that somehow we're a threat? That somehow we're gonna put in jeopardy this beautiful little blue-green ball that's just a-floatin' around the sun?

The planet has been through a lot worse than us. Been through all kinds of things worse than us. Been through earthquakes, volcanoes, plate tectonics, continental drift, solar flares, sun spots, magnetic storms, the magnetic reversal of the poles...hundreds of thousands of years of bombardment by comets and asteroids and meteors, worlwide floods, tidal waves, worldwide fires, erosion, cosmic rays, recurring ice ages...And we think some plastic bags, and some aluminum cans are going to make a difference? The planet...the planet...the planet isn't going anywhere. WE ARE!

We're going away. Pack your shit, folks. We're going away. And we won't leave much of a trace, either. Thank God for that. Maybe a little styrofoam. Maybe. A little styrofoam. The planet'll be here and we'll be long gone. Just another failed mutation. Just another closed-end biological mistake. An evolutionary cul-de-sac. The planet'll shake us off like a bad case of fleas. A surface nuisance.

You wanna know how the planet's doing? Ask those people at Pompeii, who are frozen into position from volcanic ash, how the planet's doing. You wanna know if the planet's all right, ask those people in Mexico City or Armenia or a hundred other places buried under thousands of tons of earthquake rubble, if they feel like a threat to the planet this week. Or how about those people in Kilowaia, Hawaii, who built their homes right next to an active volcano, and then wonder why they have lava in the living room.

The planet will be here for a long, long, LONG time after we're gone, and it will heal itself, it will cleanse itself, 'cause that's what it does. It's a self-correcting system. The air and the water will recover, the earth will be renewed, and if it's true that plastic is not degradable, well, the planet will simply incorporate plastic into a new pardigm: the earth plus plastic. The earth doesn't share our prejudice towards plastic. Plastic came out of the earth. The earth probably sees plastic as just another one of its children. Could be the only reason the earth allowed us to be spawned from it in the first place. It wanted plastic for itself. Didn't know how to make it. Needed us. Could be the answer to our age-old egocentric philosophical question, "Why are we here?" Plastic...asshole.

So, the plastic is here, our job is done, we can be phased out now. And I think that's begun. Don't you think that's already started? I think, to be fair, the planet sees us as a mild threat. Something to be dealt with. And the planet can defend itself in an organized, collective way, the way a beehive or an ant colony can. A collective defense mechanism. The planet will think of something. What would you do if you were the planet? How would you defend yourself against this troublesome, pesky species? Let's see... Viruses. Viruses might be good. They seem vulnerable to viruses. And, uh...viruses are tricky, always mutating and forming new strains whenever a vaccine is developed. Perhaps, this first virus could be one that compromises the immune system of these creatures. Perhaps a human immunodeficiency virus, making them vulnerable to all sorts of other diseases and infections that might come along. And maybe it could be spread sexually, making them a little reluctant to engage in the act of reproduction.

Well, that's a poetic note. And it's a start. And I can dream, can't I? See I don't worry about the little things: bees, trees, whales, snails. I think we're part of a greater wisdom than we will ever understand. A higher order. Call it what you want. Know what I call it? The Big Electron. The Big Electron...whoooa. Whoooa. Whoooa. It doesn't punish, it doesn't reward, it doesn't judge at all. It just is. And so are we. For a little while."

Fight to Win.

2009-03-13T00:17:00.004+05:30

Can we this time,

Fight on the same side.

Try to stand together,

Fighting side by side.

But we dont know,

What we stand for.

And we wonder,

Where we came from.

But this time,

Help win this fight.

Moving on,

Spinning around,

To a broken song.

Moving on.

Heaven knows,

Where I belong.

And I am,

Untouchable.

Maybe I'm the,

One you seek.

I could be,

The hero now.

I will help you out,

Somehow.

But this time,

Help win this fight.

Moving on,

Spinning around,

To a broken song.

Moving on.

Heaven knows,

Where I belong.

Reaching out,

For any weapon you find.

But I can win,

On the strength of my mind.

The world gets stronger,

If you start crying.

Turn around a face them,

Then you could be flying.

I want you with me,

No one else by my side.

Even if we lose now,

They'll know we tried,

You know we tried,

You know I tried.

Choices I Make.

2009-03-12T00:34:00.004+05:30

So many choices,

To choose from.

Too many which,

I can't see.

And at moments,

I feel alive.

Beyond the oceans,

I see.

I can only live,

When I'm young.

I'm only free,

This once.

I'm going this way alone.

Maybe this is the way,

For me.

There's only one way,

Im going.

But there's two paths,

For me.

If my heart leads me,

This way.

Then which way,

Am I free.

I can only live,

When I'm young.

I'm only free,

This once.

I'm going this way alone.

Maybe this is the way,

For me.

And now my life,

Leads the way.

Somehow I made it,

Through another day.

Maybe I chose right,

After all.

Maybe this was,

Destiny's call.

Now I can live,

Im finally free.

I'm young,

And I'll go on.

I found my path,

I made my way.

This is the road for me.

P.S.> This song reflects my mind right now. In respect to the problems and questions I face as mentioned in the earlier post. I hope I manage to make the right choice.

Fear of the Dark.

2009-03-11T23:49:00.004+05:30

Change.

Have I written about this already? I'm not sure. But I feel this fear coming onto me as I stand at a crossroads in life. On one hand, a chapter of my life is coming to an end, again. On the other, a whole new chapter is probably going to open up. At this point, the question that's crossing my mind every now and then is; what comes next?

Every human being has a fear of the unknown. And it is our ability to choose what we do when faced with it, is what defines us. We can choose to march confidently into the unknown or we can extend it, escape it, avoid it as long as we don't have to accept it. I'm worried about what choice do I make. I know I must accept it, for me the unknown holds my future. And like the great Morisson said, the future's not set and the end is always near.

In this situation the end is within sight, a mere turn of the corner away, and I stand here perplexed and afraid of whats around that proverbial corner of my life. Maybe I'm stupid. Maybe I'm just blind. Maybe, just maybe, I want to turn around and run. But there is a simple truth that I must face. Whatever is around that corner, will come back to some time or the other. I will after some time be standing at a new crossroads of life, and I'll have to take another turn. How many times can I avoid this change? How long will I keep trying to escape the unknown?

Even now, as I write this, I know the decision I have to make. Till now I've prided myself on being a logical and straight-forward human being. All my thinking and logic should make this choice easy, but then why do I hesitate? Why can't I accept this change like many people around me have? Is it instinct? Because at some level I can sense what is going to happen. Is it fear? Because I know I'm afraid of it. Or maybe, its just plain stupidity! I'd feel happier if this was the case. But its not.

I cannot explain why I'm trying to avoid this change that I should accept. The closest I can come to is the one explanation that doesn't really make me feel better. I am afraid of the unknown. But, unless I face it, I will never know if I'm strong enough. Unless I charge into the unknown I will never realise what it is, what it means to my life and what it means to me. In the end, I realise that everything in life changes. I have gone through these changes before, I've marched into the dark unknown, and I must do it again, like millions before me.

There is a time to make a decision and stand by it. I made my decision, now I must find the strength to stand by it. Everything changes, its time I did too.

Quote: They say there is no such thing as a free lunch.
They also say, that the best things in life are free.
Ergo, lunch is not one of the best things in life.
Amazing how relativity comes around and bites you in the ass, eh?

In The Name of...

2009-03-09T19:21:00.003+05:30

First came love,

And words of god.

Then we tried,

To live our lives.

And we found,

That it was lost.

So we warred,

In his holy names.

Somehow to help,

With all our pain.

Looking out,

For personal gains.

Now this world,

Don't mean a thing.

There's just one word,

That I believe.

Now there's nothing,

Left to show.

Just one word,

No one,

Seems to know.

Then we searched,

In foreign lands.

For strength,

In fallen hands.

Said we're building,

Them a life.

We're saving them,

From strife.

Now its slipping,

Through our fists.

Yet we fight,

Those who resist.

Now this world,

Don't mean a thing.

There's just one word,

That I believe.

Now there's nothing,

Left to show.

Just one word,

No one,

Seems to know.

We say we're winning,

In this war.

Yet the ending,

Seems so far.

Why do our leaders,

Stand so tall.

Innocent men,

Around him fall.

Now this world,

Don't mean a thing.

There's just one word,

That I believe.

Now there's nothing,

Left to show.

Just one word,

No one,

Seems to know.

Nothing.

2009-03-06T00:59:00.003+05:30

Nothing left,

To take apart.

Nothing in,

A broken heart.

Nothing done,

And complete again.

Nothing gained,

All in vain.

Nothing keeps me strong,

Nothing weak,

Not anymore.

If nothing's here for me,

Why can't I see,

How I am,

Where to go.

Why does it,

Feel like home.

Why don't I feel,

Completely alone.

Nothing here,

To talk about.

Nothing now,

To walk upon.

Nothing will,

Raise a doubt.

Nothing can,

Hear the song.

Nothing here alive.

Nothing now,

To look for.

If nothing's here for me,

Why can't I see,

How I am,

Where to go.

Why does it,

Feel like home.

Why don't I feel,

Completely alone.

Broken voices,

Steady breath.

Shadow's sleep,

Dreams forget.

Driving deep,

In solitude.

Living on,

With gratitude.

If nothing's here for me,

Why can't I see,

How I am,

Where to go.

Why does it,

Feel like home.

Why don't I feel,

Completely alone.

Brothers-In-Arms.

2009-03-03T01:59:00.006+05:30

All at ease,
All are known.

Empty bottles,
In a full room.

Friendly faces,
Guitar strings.

Someone lost,
In deep conversation.

You are my brothers,
My friends,
The memories,
Will stand by me.
You call me brother,
All my friends,
Their memories,
Will stand by me.

We speak
And laugh.

Behold the dream,
Stand and stare.

Looking through,
A magic glass.

Of where we were,
And where we go.

You are my brothers,
My friends,
The memories,
Will stand by me.
You call me brother,
All my friends,
Their memories,
Will stand by me.

We all sing aloud,
They try to understand us.
Try to make some sense,
What's around,
Where we go,
Who we are,
What we do.

You are my brothers,
My friends,
The memories,
Will stand by me.
You call me brother,
All my friends,
Their memories,
Will stand by me.

P.S.> If this song makes no sense, I understand. I'm slightly drunk, and this song goes out to the people who got me here (this drunken state). My friends, my brothers in arms, my band-mates. This one is to the memories and times we have had and will continue surviving. Thanks.

You.

2009-02-25T01:18:00.001+05:30

You saw me lost,

Pathetic and helpless,

Just another possibility.

You tried to pick me up,

Just to throw me down again.

I knew the world,

Was coming down,

As I stood and found,

You looking over me.

You,
What did I mean to you,

That you used me,

And threw away.

You,

What would I do to you,

If I get that chance,

Once again.

Maybe I was insecure,

Not knowing what,

A little unsure.

You saw it in my eyes,

Maybe just a slight.

Try and remake me,

Or just to take me,

Led me on,

And got me lost again.

You,
What did I mean to you,

That you used me,

And threw away.

You,

What would I do to you,

If I get that chance,

Once again.

Then, I had you in my headlights.

I thought I'll kill you now,

For what you did to me.

But then I hit reverse,

Turned around and drove away.

Just to watch you,

Dissapear in the rearview,

Before it crossed my mind again.

You,
What did I mean to you,

That you used me,

And threw away.

You,

What would I do to you,

If I get that chance,

Once again.

Something.

2009-02-24T17:28:00.000+05:30

Something about,

The look in you eyes.

Something that shows itself,

When the lights are just right.

It reminded me,

That we are alive.

It seems to me,

You are divine.

There's something there,

Something quite unseen,

Everytime I look at you,

Its fascinating.

What you do to me,

Is rehabilitating.

Our biggest fear,

Could be not saving this.

Going away from here,

With a million things to miss.

Something about,

The way you move.

The music is in motion,

The soul in groove.

There's something there,

Something quite unseen,

Everytime I look at you,

Its fascinating.

What you do to me,

Is rehabilitating.

Lost-Paradise City.

2009-02-23T17:04:00.002+05:30

A nicotine wish,

A junkies wrath.

Lost their way,

On a dusty path.

Some choose to fight,

Some fall and pray.

Others let go,

Lie down to stay.

A Shadow weaves its way,

Through this city.

No remorse to show,

Surely no pity.

Hard to believe this was once,

The proverbial,

Paradise City.

A confidence man,

Out on a ledge.

A lone assassin,

Looking for revenge.

Feeding on fear,

Makes his job simple.

Growing ever older,

Not without a wrinkle.

A Shadow weaves its way,

Through this city.

No remorse to show,

Surely no pity.

Hard to believe this was once,

The proverbial,

Paradise City.

The immenseness of suffering,

The incalculable value of life.

How easy it is to wash away,

What was once so alive.

A Shadow weaves its way,

Through this city.

No remorse to show,

Surely no pity.

Hard to believe this was once,

The proverbial,

Paradise City.

For those who wonder what this means. Its a song about poverty and the dark underbelly of every city in the world. What lies behind the facade of affluence.

I Wish You Were Here.

2009-02-22T01:44:00.001+05:30

I leave my soul to the wind,

Nothing to care,

No fighting from within.

Digging my feet in the sand,

Contemplate where I am,

And where I stand.

The stars fall to the ground,

Not a protest,

Not even a sound.

The world I have forgot,

No reminders of it near.

No battles to be fought,

I wish you were here.

I look towards the sky,

If I were to go now,

A happy man will die.

Looking at lands edge,

The world stands,

Out on a ledge.

No noises, no human screams,

Just me, the silence,

And the world of dreams.

No one stands within my sight,

For once I believe,

The world is set right.

The world I have forgot,

No reminders of it near.

No battles to be fought,

I wish you were here.

Away from bustling sounds,

And inane conversations.

I've found sacred grounds,

Promise of life is here.

I just wish,

I wish you were here.

This song goes out to her. To everyone who I missed when I was on the sandy beaches and inspiration struck.

Tripping.

2009-02-21T00:32:00.000+05:30

I will make the people,

So I wont be alone.

Listen in on silence,

Soon I will be gone.

I will stand with eagles,

Pretend that I can fly.

Make my way back down,

Reaching from the sky.

How much difference,

Does it make.

How much patience,

Will it take.

Oh tell me,

How much difference,

Can I make?

I will stare at sunrise,

Until my eyes go blind.

I wont change myself,

I wont change my mind.

I will fight with reason,

Till my will grows weak.

Finding my solitude,

Salvation I will seek.

How much difference,

Does it make.

How much patience,

Will it take.

Oh tell me,

How much difference,

Can I make?

I will sleep on cold sand,

Drifting in the dreams.

Holding on to one hand,

Shifting in my sleep.

I will stand forever,

Looking for the life.

I will win in this race,

Keep my eyes on the prize.

How much difference,

Does it make.

How much patience,

Will it take.

Oh tell me,

How much difference,

Can I make?

P.S.> This post will get auto uploaded when I will be on some beach in Goa. This song comes out from this. Its fitting in context to my plans of what I will do there.

My Sunshine, My Sea.

2009-02-20T22:50:00.006+05:30

There's no one left around us,

Coz everyone's so fake.

Everybody's changing,

And everything is so fucked up.

I try to breathe without you,

I cannot move at all.

I hope to stand beside you,

I stumble and I fall.

You can be my sunshine,

You can be my sea.

I will try and save you,

I can set you free.

I'm finding where you are.

The world stands between us,

But I'm not very far.

Everyone is faded,

There's no one who's real.

Making up new faces,

I dont know if they can feel.

I'm losing this without you,

I cannot live at all.

Let my love surround you,

I'm drowning as I fall.

You can be my sunshine,

You can be my sea.

I will try and save you,

I can set you free.

I'm finding where you are.

The world stands between us,

But I'm not very far.

P.S.> My friend pointed out that this song is very similar to Blurry. Its an unintended mistake. I guess that must have been playing in my head. I apologize.

Revolution.

2009-02-18T22:23:00.009+05:30

Breaking free of what we,

Always learned.

Try to rise from what you,

Once were.

Blow the lid of from this,

Blasted world

Kill the problem and try to,

Live and learn.

Break the system,

Turn it on itself.

Be the solution,

Take it on your self.

Revolution,

Won't start by itself.

Revolution.

Take a stand for what you,

Believe in.

Make your world from what you've,
Been given.

Try to make some sense of,
Those around you.

Be the change so they will,

Follow you.

Break the system,

Turn it on itself.

Be the solution,

Take it on your self.

Revolution,

Won't start by itself.

Revolution.

I will wait.

2009-02-08T03:00:00.003+05:30

Desperation of my life,

Perfectly fitting.

The helplessness I feel,

So frustrating.

I never doubted,

Love's existence.

I only waited,

To show itself to me.

So, I will wait,

Till the world grows old.

I will wait,

Till my dying day.

I will wait,

Till the shadows fade.

Into this darkness,

I will remain.

After all is gone,

When its over.

If I do die alone,

Without a flower.

Will it ever,

Find its way to me.

Will I ever,

Know the way it feels.

So, I will wait,

Till the world grows old.

I will wait,

Till my dying day.

I will wait,

Till the shadows fade.

Into this darkness,

I will remain.

Questions flowing,

Words misleading.

Finally I can find,

What someone left behind.

An answer to my pain,

Nothing left in vain.

Now, I will wait,

Till I cease to be.

I will wait,

Till love finds me.

I will wait,

Till the light breaks free.

Out of this darkness.

I will arise.

Anymore.

2009-01-26T02:35:00.003+05:30

Saw you speaking,

Out from behind.

A better way to confess,

As I hit rewind.

I look into the ashes,

We left behind.

And Im holding to the memory,

Before I go blind.

And its good,

Im not.

In love.

With you.

And its good.

That Im not.

Insane.

Anymore.

Now Im searching for the answer,

In the lost time.

As Im keeping down the questions,

Fearing whats inside.

I keep hoping that it just gets better,

And I see its getting worse.

I keep holding, longer and stronger,

As Im losing my mind.

And its good,

Im not.

In love.

With you.

And its good.

That Im not.

Insane.

Anymore.

I am a God.

2009-01-24T23:49:00.003+05:30

Born to life,

Surrounded by death.

Brought to a world,

Drowning deep in regret.

Cast in a game,

Where no one can win.

Brought up with pain,

And the peace within.

I am not this mortal soul,

I am but higher.

I don't sway on borrowed winds,

I am the wind itself.

I am more than heavens rod,

I am a God.

Made to regret,

The choice of my life.

And I stand to forget,

My conscience, my pride.

I will stand upon the land,

That you laid to waste.

I will rise more than a man,

And bring it up again.

I am not this mortal soul,

I am but higher.

I don't sway on borrowed winds,

I am the wind itself.

I am more than heavens rod,

I am a God.

I am the one hope of life,

One chance to save.

One hope to give.

And change these regrets.

I am not this mortal soul,

I am but higher.

I don't sway on borrowed winds,

I am the wind itself.

I am more than heavens rod,

I am a God.

P.S.> This song goes out to a saviour. Someone who helps and rises up from a downfall of civilization. May it be anyone. For many right now, its Obama. Though he's not a god, and this reference can be taken wrongly, the song sort of fits.

Mortality.

2009-01-23T02:09:00.007+05:30

There are the angels,

And mortals and demons inside.

The sleepless, the chosen,

And the friends in high times.

We are but leaving,

As the west winds go by.

The end is forever,

Close by.

Is this the time to cry,

When I know its time to fly.

As I know I'm alive,

I know that I'll die.

I choose to know,

And try.

In the end, I will die.

Now where do we go,

From the sorrows inside.

We choose to wait,

As the shadows divide.

Hoping and praying,

In the end we wont cry.

But the end will always,

Show our best side.

Is this the time to cry,

When I know its time to fly.

As I know I'm alive,

I know that I'll die.

I choose to know,

And try.

In the end, I will die.

Its a memory,

Thats left behind.

An image,

Lost, deep in time.

An elegy,

That will help us remind,

That in the end,

We will be joined.

Is this the time to cry,

When I know its time to fly.

As I know I'm alive,

I know that I'll die.

I choose to know,

And try.

In the end, I will die.

P.S.> A wise man once said, Death is not the end, it but the beginning of a new adventure. I for one choose not to fear death, but welcome it should at arrive it my doorstep anytime. We cannot choose when we live or die, but only that we accept it. And that, is what I try.

Worlds Apart.

2009-01-21T21:50:00.006+05:30

We try and fail,

To be together.

But everytime,

Its a new story to tell.

We're not the same,

We're hardly similar.

I tried and I'm tired,

Of falling so hard.

I could try,

But I would never know,

I fail to see,
What's in your heart.

You and me,

Are so alike,

But we're more than different,

We're Worlds apart.

More than once,

I tried to make it work.

I hoped to win again,

To bend the world.

But now its true,

And I can see,

That what I want from you,

It could never be.

I could try,

But I would never know,

I fail to see,
What's in your heart.

You and me,

Are so alike,

But we're more than different,

We're Worlds apart.

So I'm giving up,

And I'm falling down.

I'm gonnna change my heart.

Maybe this time,

Oh, Maybe this time,

I won't try so hard.

(This song goes to her. It goes to you. And it goes to keep me from making the same mistakes all over again.)

You Decide.

2009-01-20T00:21:00.001+05:30

I was wandering alone,

Looking out for you.

Letting myself go,

As I search for you.

Someday I'll finally find,

For what I'm searching.

All my answers,

All the order in my mind.

Am I the only one,

With all the answers,

Or could I maybe,

Be wrong.

Are you the only one,

For me, my answer,

Why don't I let,

You decide.

Looking back upon,

When days were younger.

And people seemed to,

Like me more.

Waiting for that time,

When we will be stronger.

When you will finally know,

That I'm the one for you.

Am I the only one,

With all the answers,

Or could I maybe,

Be wrong.

Are you the only one,

For me, my answer,

Why don't I let,

You decide.

How I wish,

You could see,

The possibility,

Of you and me.

You could stop being blind,

And take me, as me.

Am I the only one,

With all the answers,

Or could I maybe,

Be wrong.

Are you the only one,

For me, my answer,

Why don't I let,

You decide.

Everything fades away.

2009-01-19T00:19:00.004+05:30

How do we all lose,
When did we choose.

All the things we say,
All the dreams gone astray.

Is everyday just a game,
Is what we seek just fame.

For there is a truth in these lies,

It is all shown, as time flies.

Everything fades away,

At the shifting of the sands.

My love I'm sorry,

For all this pain don't worry.

Everything fades away.

I used to have some focus,
I used to know what I needed.

I used to have a voice,
Now its no longer heeded.

And I, think about the pain,

Still thinking, what did we gain.

For there is a truth in these lies,

It is all shown, as time flies.

Everything fades away,

At the shifting of the sands.

My love I'm sorry,

For all this pain don't worry.

Everything fades away.

Sometimes I think I'm happy here,
Sometimes I think its just the fear.
Of reaching into the unknown,
Its the fear of just being gone.

Everything fades away,

At the shifting of the sands.

My love I'm sorry,

For all this pain don't worry.

Everything fades away.

Too much, Too young, Too fast.

2009-01-11T01:55:00.006+05:30

Living life,

Like its just one day.

Trying to find,

Or we just make our way.

Let us loose,

Upon this world.

The greatest ones,

Who you've never heard.

Too much, too young, too fast,

We were living large,

We had a blast.

Too much, too young, too fast,

We should've known,

It would never last.

Taking this life,

Into our own hands.

Bringing it down,

And no one else can stand.

Getting rich,

And dying young.

Who gives a fuck,

Coz we're having fun.

Too much, too young, too fast,

We were living large,

We had a blast.

Too much, too young, too fast,

We should've known,

It would never last.

We're living it up,

Living it large,

Living too much,

How could it last.

Too much, too young, too fast,

We were living large,

We had a blast.

Too much, too young, too fast,

We should've known,

It would never last.

P.S.> A happy song, A rare song, A heavy song. Live it up like a rock god and don't care what comes next.

Learn to fall.

2009-01-06T14:10:00.003+05:30

Holding my patience,

Waiting in the rain.

Searching for my train,

Of thought.

Looking around for,

A lost time in vain.

Coz yesterday didn't plie,

On this track.

Painful as torture,

The past.

Shows me my future,

At last.

Lighting my fortunes,

My fortunes, yeah.

If you're searching for your soul,

You'll have to learn to fall.

If time will lift you up,

You can stand above them all.

So just try and learn to fall.

Losing my reason,

Yet I'm gonna stay.

Till I find a solution,

To my problems.

So ignorant of me,

To concentrate,

On the question.

So much that I miss,

The answer thats in my face.

Painful as torture,

The past.

Shows me my future,

At last.

Lighting my fortunes,

My fortunes, yeah.

If you're searching for your soul,

You'll have to learn to fall.

If time will lift you up,

You can stand above them all.

So just try and learn to fall.