Life and Times

The World Outside

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 14 Jul 2011 04:49:00 +0000

A month's too long to stay and wait,

He has nothing to do, and he's getting late.

Sits out the days, and eyes on the screen,

With silent complains; it's what he's been.

Oh no, he's all alone,

He feels let down, cause he's on his own.

Lying and denying to how things have gone,

The world outside stands dark and lives unknown....

Outside the window...

The sun, set to burn, burns a thousand soles,

A child, forgets to smile; the cost of getting old,

Serving drinks, wants to think but he cant understand.

What debt he pays out, to the working class man...

A path, aftermath, that she chooses to take,

One girl, against a world saying its a mistake.

Run away, from hate, and the shadows of doubt,

Finds out what her life is all about!

Oh no! He's all alone,

He feels left out; sitting safe at home.

Lying and denying to how things have gone,

The world outside stands dark and lives unknown....

Heartbeat, on the street, begging for some food,

Dirty face, fall from grace, no one thought he would,

Man the road, his abode; no roof above his head,

Sidewalk turns into a permanent bed.

Rock-hard, boulevard, and he's out on the wheels,

Strong guy, false eye; with the scars that he feels.

Hits the brake, too late; a crowd's making fuss,

Play-time comes to end, crushed under the bus.

Oh no! He's all alone,

He feels left out; sitting safe at home.

Lying and denying to how things have gone,

The world outside stands dark and lives unknown....

A month's too long to stay and wait,

He has nothing to do, and he's getting late.

Sits out the days, and eyes on the screen,

He feels the worst that he's ever been.

The room is a tad bit cold and dim,

Feels like the weight of the world's on him.

His mind hovers along in discontent,

Keeps wondering where everyone went.

Oh no, he's all alone,

He feels let down, cause he's on his own.

Lying and denying to how things have gone,

The world outside stands dark and lives unknown....

Anyway.

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 24 Jun 2011 09:34:00 +0000

The skies don't lie,

It's that time of year again.

Truth be told,

The walls keep closing in.

With crystal skin, you're seventeen,

Kept on thinking, where'd you been.

Who's to know? Who's to say?

It doesn't matter anyway.

The winds are cold,

The stars shine dead for you.

Kept playing on,

Thoughts in my head, of you.

The scent of spring, Is fading in.

Kept on waiting, where've you been?

Who's to know? What's to say?

It wouldn't matter anyway.

A window mist,

Covers the road ahead.

Why can't we turn,

And go back home instead?

The hand of fate, is on our hearts.

It wants us away and far apart.

Who's to know? Who's to say?

It wouldn't matter anyway.

The flower beach,

Lost its veins because;

The hearts it tied,

have fallen out of love.

With opened arms,

I see the pouring rain.

I close my eyes.

Hope it's just a dream.

But a pricking pin, is sinking in.

Moments spent through thick and thin.

Will anything ever be the same?

Are things that can't be washed by rain.

Who's to know? Who's to say?

It wouldn't work out anyway...

Anyway...

UG Riot (Church)

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 18 Apr 2011 20:36:00 +0000

Blank out thoughts of tomorrow,

We're gonna drink to sorrow,

Stack our bile up on a platter,

'Coz, In the end it doesn't matter.

Bleached out from all depression,
Compressed with warm congestion,

Sultry breath and twisted navels,

Of the helpless and the rebels.

Gather 'round; join hands, for this one-track, one-night stand...

Riot in the underground,

Swaying arms to the lusty sounds,

Losing faith, going far away,

Just to come by another day.

Riot in the underground.

Damp emotions, burnt and drowned.

Someone help! We've gone astray.

But it doesn't matter anyway..
. . .

Ground powder, addiction doses,
On hallucinated beds of roses.

Pricking thorns and rusty cushions,
Covered with slime of confessions.

Dusky eyes and a smoky ceiling.

Neon lights, and a sinking feeling.

Gonna set the world on fire,

Take a stand on top of the pyre,

Gather 'round. Join hands, for this one last, one-night stand!

Riot in the underground,

Swaying arms to the lusty sounds,

Losing faith, going far away,

Just to come by another day.

Riot in the underground.

Damp emotions, burnt and drowned.

Someone help! We've gone astray.

But it doesn't matter anyway..
. . .

Hate

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 10 Apr 2011 17:00:00 +0000

I tread with hatred in my step.
I arrive, with a burning heart.

Return; to take back, what is mine,
And come to tear you apart.

Your eyes were a tint of viridian pale,

As you stabbed me where I lay.

Plunged a dagger, deep in my spine,

And left, as I rotted away.

But the grim had others plans for me,

So I stand; and do be warned.

No wrath in hell's as blind and vile,

As the soul that you had scorned.

So, celebrate this morbid sunset,

Dance to the mandolin, one last time.

Distance yourself from regrets.

Until my blade cuts through your mind.

I come to guide you towards your end;

A revenge, that I penned in silence.

As I strike up a bonfire of intent,

To sever the strands of your existence.

Do not grimace at me, when I say,

That my hatred is a virtue.

Turn, and look me in the eye.

And I promise, that I will hurt you.

And when the war-horns stop to sound,

Your destiny shall be addressed,

That pride shall perish underground.

When on your heart, with forced finesse,

My vendetta; I would finish to paint.

Without pitiful mercy or rebate,

And then shall fall, the mighty saint,

With this blade of mine, that I call "hate".

Trouble in Paradise

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 09 Apr 2011 18:30:00 +0000

This town is breaking up, on a joy-ride.

Rifts and sorrow, cracks the world inside.

The souls keep tugging on the chains of thought.

As free will decays, and perception rots.

The bands play a tone of misery.

We point to ourselves, and I point at me.

What was the sole reason, for faith to break?

Was it all planned out, or a just bad mistake?

The sky is set alight by a sudden flare.

Strangers flying by, can't help stop and stare.

While all we ever fought for, was liberty.

Didn't know we're bearing torches of anarchy.

Down a pint of nostalgia,

'Cause the seams have come undone,

The seams have come undone...

As a Dreamland floating in the sky,

Has been deserted, and abandoned.

And now; it's crashed and burnt.

Drain all your feelings,

Because, the pain has just begun.

The pain has just begun.

As a Dreamland floating in the sky,

Was deserted and abandoned.

And now; it's crashed and burnt.

. . .

Clinging to horizons graft in sight and sound,

While screams of joy filter underground.

Now, all I want to do, is think this world into dust,

Our faith keeps on leaking, but it's covered in rust.

One king is gone astray, while two stay back,

Prayers of doubt fill the swelling cracks.
And right before our eyes, trees turn into stone,

Is this end, the beginning of us walking alone?

The ground shakes alive, in circumvention,

We all sing in silence for an intervention.
Coz we never really thought that we'd come so far,

The blemish, now turned into a burning scar.

Down a pint of nostalgia,

'Cause the seams have come undone,

The seams have come undone...

As a Dreamland floating in the sky,

Has been deserted, and abandoned.

And now; it's crashed and burnt.

Drain all your feelings,

Because, the pain has just begun.

The pain has just begun.

As a Dreamland floating in the sky,

Was deserted and abandoned.

And now; it's crashed and burnt.

. . .

Lapdog

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 08 Apr 2011 08:49:00 +0000

Can you feel the world turn?
Into a comedy of falling shit.
Ruled by a talentless mass,

Of harlots and hypocrites.

And you're their 'audience',
As they whore for attention.
They don't care what you think,
Unless you pay per circumvention.

You're just a lapdog,
And you fetch what they desire.

Slowly, turn you into,
A commercial satisfier.

With your tragic maturity,
All you can do is make-believe,
But they're just neo-extortionists.
Don't even know that we exist.

Indulging in social masturbation,

Mapping the decay of our generation.

To them, everyones just another view,

Doesn't matter if it's me or you...

. . .

Through a million subway tubes,
And wires, tangled on a graph;

Can you hear the cynical tone,
Of a fading nervous laugh?

Thats intended towards you and,
Every subscription that you make.
And every little thing you do, here on.

Is just one more big mistake.

Cause, you're a lapdog,
And you fetch what they desire.

Lately, you've turned into,

A commercial satisfier.

But you'll beg to differ, now,

Try and make up arguments, somehow.

As you realise, that you've been used.

Fooled, manhandled, played, abused.

But in the end, the truth doesn't change,

No matter how much you rearrange.

And there is nothing left to say,
'Cept every Lapdog, has his day.
. . .

Brat

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 19:07:00 +0000

Yes, I did write this as a hate song. Yes it is based on someone I know. No, I don't hate the person. Okay, maybe I do, but I choose to ignore him\her. Enjoy "Brat"...

BRAT

You've been growing up,

As your parent's favorite son.

And that probably, is because,

You're just the only one.

Leaving behind, glaring trails,

Of abuse and white lies.

Everyone's your enemy,

And you're always victimized.

But trust turns to dust, and faith does rust,

When you bite beyond what you need.

The world starts to rot, and your fallacies are caught,

If you slit the wrist of a hand that feeds.

Growing up, a brat,

Now you get your due dose of reality.

Like a diplomat; fallen from his perch of neutrality.

Get used to these shackles,

Not like you deserved anything else.

Cause all-in-all, you've brought this upon yourself.

Brat.

Now you're laying down,

On a pile of cheap regrets.

Lamenting shallow words,

And smoked-out cigarettes.

Thinking to your morose self,

That the whole world is unfair.

Talking to yourself, in denial,

Singing that nobody cares.

You won't amend; just pretend,

You will flatter, beg, and you will plead.

You're a liar and a cheat, and you won't retreat,

To slit the wrist of a hand that feeds.

Growing up, a brat,

Now a full-size bulging lump.

Your mind ought to be served with the sanctity of junk.

Take a look around,

At all the lives and dreams,you've screwed;

And tell your asphalt brain that it's all because of you!

Brat.

YOU WENT?!

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 31 Mar 2011 06:13:00 +0000

This is an old old song that wrote in about class 9 for a friend who moved, :|
Kinda amateur, but it made me laugh, so decided to share it :)

What happened to our autumn plans?
What ever happened to kicking cans?
What about the brand new band,
That we were gonna make?!

What happened to slipping pills?
What about our fake fire-drills?
What about "just keeping it real",
Was it all a big mistake?!

And now our pictures lie,
Across my bedroom floor.
I'm boiling up in anger, coz,
You're not here, anymore!
We grew up together,
So I don't think that i'll move on!

And I know it's half my fault,

'Cause now you're gone.

What happened to sleepless nights?
What about our imaginary plights?
What happened to our petty fights?
Did they all go down the drain?!

Why's your dad an ambitious git?
He could've refused, and that'd be it.
We wouldn't be caught up in this shit,
He should call up and explain!

And now, you've bid goodbye,
To your forty-six, GG home.
Great going! now both of us,
Are sad and are alone!
We grew up together,

So I don't think that i'll move on!

And I know it's half my fault,

'Cause now you're gone!!

Is this a part of growing up?

Coz it blows!

I miss you like you said you miss me.

And I guess, it shows..

We grew up together,

So I don't think that i'll move on!

And I know it's half my fault,

'Cause now you're gone!!

Local Lass

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 27 Mar 2011 11:58:00 +0000

Everything that she's ever wanted,
Has come gatecrashing, on her heels.
Leaving her flustered and disjointed.
Trying to find out what is real.

And when her show was finally aired,
Her heart and guts took a leap to hell.
It made her wonder what she wanted.
And why she did this to herself.

Yet, It makes me cry, and makes me laugh.
When the local lass, and her photograph,
Is on the news; and juggled in the press,
Not like I could've ever guessed.

She was young, and she was sweet,
Her heart was free, yet so discreet.
Now that she's got her printed blessing,
The local lass, has gone missing.
...

Maybe now, she's slowly finding out,
What she had imagined, wasn't so.
Does she open her eyes every morning,
Thinking she's got nowhere to go?

Did nobody ring the warning bell?
Did she really feel, she was all alone?
And now that everyone's just a guest,
Can she leave her house and go back home?

Maybe it's her social epitaph,
When the local lass, and her photograph,
Is broadcast live, and printed in the press,
Not like I could've ever guessed.

And seeing her, maybe I've realised,
Sitting on the other side, of flashing lies,
That the telivision is an extortionist.
It doesn't even care that we exist.
...

But she was young and she was sweet.
Yet now, that the whole world's at her feet,
Amidst the chirping and the hissing,
The local lass, has gone missing.

Reflections (SMM)

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 26 Mar 2011 19:29:00 +0000

Sweet Mother Mary

Sweet Mother Mary,
How long has it been?
I haven't rested in you lap for so long.
I'm going places,
And everything I've seen,
Makes me feel that I can't be strong.

Held me in your arms,
And lied through your teeth,
Cushioned every single step that I've taken.
Now that you're going,
The sound of your feet,
Attest to how badly we were mistaken.

Sweet mother Mary,
Don't leave me behind,
Buy me a Mirror, so I can see myself more clearly...

Help me cover up,
All these holes in my mind,
Coz I don't miss your touch, so much, so dearly...
. . .

Sweet Mother Mary,
You knew this would come.
Why didn't you stop when the signs, flashed bright-red?
You knew I was weak,
I'd eventually succumb.
And so here, you leave me for good, and for dead.

Is this how its meant?
Is this what you want?
Coz' right now, I'm hurt, crippled and I'm confused.
I've been dropped hard,
But I can't carry on,
To break these binding chains, of personal abuse.

Sweet mother Mary,
Don't leave me behind,
Buy me a Mirror, so I can see myself more clearly...

Help me cover up,
All these holes in my mind,
Coz now I don't miss your touch, so much, so dearly...
. . .

Sweet Mother Mary, Please don't misinterpret,
I'm ready for solitude, but I haven't learnt, yet.
So I don't want your perceptions anymore,
All I need is my reflection, and I'm sure.
I should look into my eyes, and maybe turn away,
I need to break the shackles, so please, hear me say,

"Sweet mother Mary,
You're faith's torn apart.
By the blade of trust that you'd hung o'er my soul."

"Your mind is in pieces,
And there's doubt in your heart,
As you walk away, knowing that you've lost all control."

"I'm free"
. . .

Violet Night

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 15 Mar 2011 07:50:00 +0000

Violet Night

The world turns,
Dimmed by the light, of half-burnt lanterns.
Deep in the night,
There's a lilac tear across the dark screen,
Thats been covering all our dreams.

Got no control,
On a sullen scar; standing alone,
Looking from afar,
At sugary-madness, with a silent backdrop,
Shining on our faces, as we look up.

Is this the end? Or is this the start?
We've all got intentions, in our minds and our hearts.
Is this this the world? Or just an illusion?
The light of our lives shines across the sky.
In this violet night...

There's no progress,
In the lavender sky, bearing sweetness,
To everyone's eye.
And their murmur, like the song of the earth,
Bearing meaning, to what I ain't worth.

Clicking pictures,
To pretty memories, on digital scriptures.
But thats not for me.
'Coz everyone's got a special hand to hold,
While both my palms are bare and cold.

Is this the end? Or is this the start?

I've got intentions, in my mind and my heart.

Is this this the world? Or just an illusion?

The light of my life shines across the sky.

In this violet night...

Where do I stand? Where is my home?

Why am I roaming all alone.

Where is my life? And where will it go?

Why are these things I'll never know.

My world turns,

Dimmed by the light, of my heartburn.

Deep in the night,

There's a lilac tear across the dark screen,

Thats been covering all my dreams.

This is my life, ticking down from here.
Second-by-second, And I'm going nowhere.

This is our lives, ticking down from here.

Second-by-second, and we're going nowhere...

Elizabeth

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 06 Mar 2011 20:03:00 +0000

Are you looking at it too?

At the cloudy night sky.

There is a hole in the veil,

Where a thousand stars shine.

I'll sit down alone,

I'll be counting each star, just for you....

And the city's been covered,

With a light-hearted fog.

I'll smile, thinking back,

To your giggle and dialogue.

I'll sit and remember,

How I'd given up my all, just for you....

'Coz,

Eliza, Eliza, I miss you tonight,

You may feel the same,

But I don't think it's right.

Eliza, Eliza, I'll sing you this tune.

Hoping, you'll feel alive,

With the love, that I have for you.

. . .

I'll go down to the park,

Where we'd meet in spare time.

Walk in the wild garden,

Where our dreams lay entwined.

I'll sit b'neath a tree,

And I'll feed all the birds, just for you...

I'll go up to the rooftop,

On a day when it rains.

While the city runs for cover,

I'll get drenched again.

Relive all our moments,

In hope that the memories wash through.

Just for you...

'Coz,

Eliza, Eliza, I miss you today,

You've been gone forever,

But I still feel the same.

Eliza, Eliza, I'll sing you this tune.

Hoping, you'll feel alive,

With the love, that I have for you.

. . .

On the day when I cried,

You'd worn your best dress.

A part of me died,

When I laid you to rest.

I breathe for your touch,

Hoping we meet again.

So, I can keep my promise,

And erase all this pain.

Eliza, Eliza, I'll make you my bride.

Even though now you've taken,

Your last mortal ride.

I'll wait till forever,

And even beyond.

Cause we're in this together,

And true love's never wrong.

. . .

Eliza, Eliza, I miss you its true,

I don't see you, but I feel,

That you do, miss me too.

Eliza, Eliza, I'll sing you this tune.

Hoping, you'll come alive,

With the love, that I have for you.

. . .

If I am gone

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 31 Jan 2011 17:43:00 +0000

A song, made from a poem, that someone special wrote for me. Hope you like it.

"If I am gone."

What if you wake,

On some random day;

How'd you feel if I was nowhere to be seen,

If I didn't stay?

Maybe in the night,

Or maybe early morn,

How'd you have felt, If I packed up and went?

If someday, I am gone.

Would you be sad?
Would you be happy?
Would you feel let down, or forlorn?

Would you feel bad?

Would you be angry?
If you woke up, and I'm not home?

If someday, I am gone?

What if you'd seen,

My bed was unslept,

My slippers were cold, and all my things still there?

And only I had left.

What if I leave,

As a new day's born.

Don't follow my lead, cause you have to carry on.

If someday, I am gone.

Would you then cry?

Would you be silent?

Would you remember, and would you mourn?

I hope, in time,

I won't be forgotten,

If you woke up and I'm not home.

If someday I am gone.

If someday I am gone....

My Darling

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 30 Jan 2011 08:08:00 +0000

"My Darling"

You're walking beside me,
With moonlight in your stride.
You're the breath of my good fortune,
You're the apple of my eye...
And you may think you're not that different,
But I know you're special to me,
And believe...

My darling, my darling,
You're the reason for my smile.
I know that life is hard now,
But we'll make everything allright...
You've given me faith and hope,
And you've taught me how to hang on.
My darling, when you're with me, I know,
We cant ever go wrong...
. . .

Whether lying down, together,
Or just talking away time,
You're the little lump of joy,
In this gray world of mine...
Even when you're not around me,
My mind; it feels safe and secure,
Cause it knows...

My darling, my darling,
You're there in my heart.
It'll stay like this forever,
Even death won't do us 'part...
You give me hope and faith,
You're the reason I'm as strong.
My darling, when we're together, be sure,
We can never go wrong...
. . .

Everyday, I wake up with a smile,
'Cause I know that you're right beside me.
Every little thing you do, is liberating,
You're a key to the care locked inside me...
I'll always be with you, believe what I say,
I wouldn't have things any other way.
Through quarrels, and joy; frown and care,
Whenever you need me, I'll be there...

So, my darling, my darling,
Let me wipe off those tears.
Just take my outstretched hand,
And discard your silent fears...
Lets forget all this sadness,
And like we've done all along,
We'll bring us through and never let go,
And together, carry on...

:)

The child.

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 28 Jan 2011 16:59:00 +0000

Its about the kid in all of us. Enjoy. :)

The child.

Tiptoes on the mortal earth,
Footsteps on the clouds.
There's a child who wanders,
Roaming all around, now.

She crawls across the oceans,
And she slides across the seas.
Untouched and un-molded,
By our doubts and miseries.

Her eyes have the freshness of,
Morning dew...
She is alive, in both, me an you.

You might think that we've,
left her behind...
But she still lingers in our grown-up minds.

She's the child of our youth,
She's an unspoken truth,
We haven't part.
She resides in our heart.
. . .

A little frame, a solemn smile,
The color of innocence.
She's the little part in us that,
Makes us feel we're blessed.

The moments we had with her,
Brings back the golden times.
Remember all the games we played,
And memories, each sublime.

Her laugh has the magic of,
A silky breeze...
She's the wind, and we're the whistling trees.

You might think that we've,
let her go...
But she's with us, though you might not know.

She's the child of our youth,
She's an unspoken truth,
We haven't part.
She resides in our heart.
. . .
:)

An ode to...

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 23 Jan 2011 12:17:00 +0000

This is a poem that I wrote when I went to Khardah, where my Grandfather's house is, and visited some places that Grandpa and I used to visit, when I was still little. I agree that this poem might not be technically very good, but it is filled with nostalgia of the highest order.
:)

Btw, it's the place mentioned is Khardah Ganga-ghat (Adjacent to Kathiababa's ashram)

This is where I belong,

The child inside of me.

This is where we've cast,
So many golden memories.

I remember life, when we were here.

So very simple. Easy, wonderful, and pristine.

We'd hitch a ride together, to the grazing fields,

Where you'd play your harmonica amidst the green,

Sitting under the cool shade of some unnamed tree,

I'd listen and be merry; more than I had ever been.

The meadow grass was always warm and wet.

On which we'd play, sing, fight and even cry.

I never really thought that each kick of the ball,

Would someday bring back tears in my eyes.

I never realised when those days went past us,

Never gauged how fast time flew us by.

. . .

This is where resides,

My innocent, childish soul.

Left in the name of maturity,

And the excuse of growing old.

The old temple grounds, was often the spot,

For secret picnics, skipping school. And though,

I'd always get caught, and even you were scolded;

We both would laugh about it, after a week or so.

We stuck together through thick and thin. And now,

They're my memoirs of 'us'; and I won't ever let go.

We'd sleep on the mounds, we'd swim in the river,
Life was fresh, like the scent of the monsoon air.
Whether staring at stars, or racing our cycles,

Whenever I needed, you had time to spare.

You taught me to listen, and taught me to learn.

I could live freely, because you were there.
. . .

The world thinks your gone, but you're immortal for me.

Because you now reside, in my heart and memory.
Your words and your thoughts, still guide me along.

Everything that you taught has made me as strong.

I remember your smile; and it still makes me secure,
As I stand where you taught me, everything that I know.

And this is where we parted ways,

With a promise, to meet again.

This is where I learned to face,

Every little ounce of pain.

This is where I've grown up.

And as I always, do believe.
Here I was born, unto myself,

When you taught me how to live.

Hope you all liked it

The Scar

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 20 Jan 2011 15:55:00 +0000

This is the third song of the little compilation of poems/songs called "The Elementals"
First song in the the series was: "The Timefarer" Which was a song about a person who is a neutral to the world, and is a mere watcher of events.
The second song was called "The Singer" Which was about a girl who does not belong to the mortal world.
She controls the happiness and joy of the people in the world, and is the main reason for mirth in everyone's lives.

This song, is called, "The Scar" It's about a symbiot of a being, who feeds of all the illness of this world.
He is the product of our hate and rage, and he is stronger than ever.

The Scar.

The scourge of the land.

The badge of the damned,

The abandoned; the deserted, and the hurt.

The master of disdain.

A poster child of pain,

He is the scar on the face of our Earth.

Limping in his stride,
Arms are open wide.
He's grinning in dismay.

He whispers, hear him say...

"Paint the world with a bright shade of depression,
And blame the world for emotional recession.
Refrain from regret and self-confession.
Yeah....
Tread on the lines of blunt hate and denial,

Away from acceptance, or the walls of survival,
Diverge from the flickering light of revival...

And act like you don't see, what we've turned out to be."

. . .

A dark angel in disguise,
The preacher of demise.
Teacher of dissent and sullen rage.

He is the shadow of,

Trust, care, joy and love.
He's the patron saint of the modern age.

He's walking on and on,
His soul grows even strong,
As faith grows small, and weak,
Hear him, when he speaks.

"Paint the world with a bright shade of depression,
And blame the world for emotional recession.
Refrain from regret and self-confession.
Yeah....

Dwell on the emotions both fake and hollow,
Share the fear of an impending tomorrow,
Fill the sky with tunes of misery and sorrow.
Yeah...

Tread on the lines of blunt hate and denial,

Away from acceptance, or the walls of survival,
Diverge from the flickering light of revival...

And act like you don't see, what we've turned out to be."

. . .

My December

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 15 Jan 2011 08:17:00 +0000

"My December"

The things we took for granted.

The ones that gave us pain.

And moments never wanted,

We see them once again.

Is this how its supposed to be?

My life in winter rain.

Alone, and drenched, and drowning,

In emotions unexplained.

And yet,
It would seem to you,

That I'm happy, and I'm sure.
Inside four homely walls.
With my future, safe; secured.

But I,

I'm looking through the window,

With silent screams for help.

Looking at a world; wet and cold,

That I've carved out for myself.

It's my December. My December,

Lies been pouring all along.
I'll make myself a shoddy shelter,
From all the things that I've done wrong.

It's my December, My December.

Moments I can't seem to face,
And memories meant to be forgotten,

Come take me away, in a cold embrace.

. . .

The skies are getting darker.

Faith lies six feet deep.

My heart is numb and heavy.

And my head, it begs for sleep.

The winter chill surrounds me,

As my skin begins to break.

I guess I'm still searching out,

Reasons for my mistakes.

And yet,
It would seem to you,

That there's sunshine on my back.
Inside four homely walls.
And my dreams are still on track.

But I,

I'm looking through the frost,

In a sullen state of mind.

Looking at my world; wet and cold,

And I'm trying my best to hide.

From my December. My December,

With no time to stop and speak.

Of repentance, and assurance,

Love is lost, and hope is bleak.

It's my December, My December.

Moments I can't seem to face,
And memories meant to be forgotten,

Come take me away, in a cold embrace.

. . .

Maybe

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 14 Jan 2011 09:25:00 +0000

"Maybe"

Welcome to my life.
This is where I have arrived.
Everyone who ever cared and loved.
This is what they've been contriving of.

My mind, where I belong,
My judgment of whats right or wrong,
Where flickers the spark of realisation,
Where reality breaks into imagination.

Its all a part of what I am.
The people I've met, everywhere I've been till now .
Nothing ever goes, according to plan,
But in the end, it all adds up somehow.

And maybe that's what living is.
Walking along, Amidst scars and celebration.
Through deserts of joy, and oceans of sorrow,
And reaching a wonderful destination.

. . .

I've never got what I've ever wanted.
Or thats the way we'd all like to see it.
Cause you never get what you don't deserved.
Neither in war, and never ever in love.

And in my chest, a beating heart.
That brings us close but sets apart.
Which taught me how to hate, and care.
And emotions dipped in 'la contaire.'

Its all a part of what we are.
No matter where we've been, or where we are now.
Nothing ever goes, according to plan,
But in the end, it all adds up somehow.

And maybe that's what living is.
Walking along, Amidst scars and celebration.
Through deserts of joy, and oceans of sorrow,
And reaching a wonderful destination.
. . .

:)

The dream

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 31 Dec 2010 07:08:00 +0000

I closed my eyes last night,
And saw us walking in the pale moonlight
Down the street, with the settling snow,
Looking at the playgrounds, that ain't there anymore.

We could feel the night grow old,
You were looking so beautiful, yet cold.

So, on a subtle note, I drew my overcoat,
Around your shoulder, and began to shiver silently.
And you did understand. So you took my hand,
Your touch, it drowned the chill, oh so perfectly.
So perfectly....

Skipping on the path by the lake side.
Under the stars in a moonlit sky.
Then we sat, on the lake-front bench,
Love was in the air, and we both got drenched.

The barren trees, gave us company,
We listened to them sway, in the icy breeze...

You put your sleepy head, On my shoulders, and said,
"Promise that you'll be there, and never leave me."
And I hugged you to be sure, and my heart felt so secure,
Coz your words, it drowned the chill, oh so perfectly.

Together we'll stand. Forever hand-in-hand.
Against the world that fights and hates so aimlessly.
We'll never let us frown, or let each other down,
Coz we complete each other, like a missing key.
So perfectly...

:)

The singer.

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 27 Nov 2010 07:03:00 +0000

I have no idea what this song is about.

"The Singer:"

A vagabond sits on the grass,

Strumming her guitar.

She pens down all her sullen dreams,

Of sunny days and scars.

She sets aside her wayward thoughts,

And puts them into sound.

And a magic spell enthralls the world,

Spreading all around.

"When trust is broken,

Life becomes so hard to live.

It's not easy, Its not easy to forgive.

When faith is crumbled,

There's no one you can believe.

Its not easy, Its not easy to forgive."

...

The music seems a piece of heaven,

Like the sun on a winter day.

The soothing essence of her spirit,

Washes tears away.

Her speech; it seems so crisp and clear,

But she hides a solemn frown.

Her image forms her silhouette,

And her voice, it shakes the ground.

She keeps thinking of her troubled past,

As the intensity seems to grow.

Everyone joins in, in a silent applause,

As the words continue to flow.

"When trust is broken,

Life becomes so hard to live.

It's not easy, Its not easy to forgive.

When faith is crumbled,

There's no one you can believe.

Its not easy, Its not easy to forgive."

...

Her verses paint a picture to her rotten past;

She's still singing.

It serves a stark contrast to all the smiles and joy,

That she's bringing.

All around her, emotions and perceptions,

They ebb and flow.

She'll sit and sing forever, coz she' got no one to meet,

Nowhere to go...

"When trust is broken,

Life becomes so hard to live.

It's not easy, Its not easy to forgive.

When faith is crumbled,

There's no one you can believe.

Its not easy, Its not easy to forgive."

...

Timefarer

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 08:48:00 +0000

After a long, long time, I've written a song, and been completely content with it.
Feels good to be proud of something you made. :)
Another (kinda)spontaneous composition...

"Timefarer"

He's the Timefarer,

And he's walking away.

As the hills turn to dust,

As the souls kneel to pray.

With tired eyes,

He's walked past joy and demise.

He's the Timefarer,

And he doesn't have a say.

Though he's seen the sun rise,

And kingdoms decay.

He walks alone.

With feelings written on stone.

He remembers every sight and sound.

Of celebrations, and of battlegrounds.

He walks past 'em, and sheds a dry tear.

Swallows his anger, joy and fear.

He Refrains from speaking a word,

As his voice should never be heard.

He knows the balance of bad and good.

And you might think him, misunderstood.

So, may the silence never drop.

And, may the walking never stop...

...

He's the Timefarer,

And he's treading on the edge.

Keeping his solemn word,

Of an unspoken pledge.

To carry on;

Through circumstances come and gone.

He's the Timefarer,

And his knowledge is his prize.

He can see the scent of purity,

And pick out the truth among lies.

He travels forth,

To find out what our lives are worth.

He remembers everything he's seen.

Every nook and every corner he's been.

He walks past 'em, and sheds a dry tear.

Swallows his anger, joy and fear.

He Refrains from speaking a word,

As his voice should never be heard.

And he knows that if he would,

We might have to pay in sweat and blood.

So, may the silence never drop.

And, may the walking never stop...

...

Ah, whatever. (Stop-start)

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 04 Nov 2010 07:02:00 +0000

Wrote this song in 7 minutes tops, and I don't know what it's turned out to be.

Kind of a mismash of feelings, it flowed spontaneously out of the system, really.

Hope you enjoy it.

"Stop-start"

Stop dead, and I'm loose,

Treading as I snooze,

My destination is too far away.

Resting one last time,

The feeling's so sublime,

Like gelatin in my brain...

A sullen sensation,

Has been building up so long,

I get the feeling, I should yell.

I'm so sick and tired,

And I'm screaming half this song.

It's gonna find its way to hell...

This road's left me to rot,

On this infinity knot.

Where life's an iterating anecdote.

Fearing the unseen,

Chasing blurring dreams,

I'm not sure which one way, I should go...

I've been away right now,

For time frames just too long,

Got a lot to hear and a lot to tell.

Circumstances make me,

Whine out half this song.

It's gonna find it's way to hell...

Ideas in my head,

Burn in my eyes, instead;

Memories add fuel to the flames.

Heart's on overdrive,

But seem so calm outside,

Searching out a detour for blame.

Been swimming in quicksand,

And I'm floating along...

With a thousand notions, to dispel.

My soul's asphyxating;

I'm panting through the song.

It's time to wake up and rebel...

Gonna stop whining now,

'Bout what has done me wrong.

Though its ringing in my head, like a bell.

I think about my road ahead,

And I forget half the song.

It's gonna find its way to hell...

(to hell)

that's me in khajjiar. :)

Things Unspoken...

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 24 Sep 2010 18:40:00 +0000

Another song i wrote for a friend... :)

this is becoming a habit... :D

"Things Unspoken"

I could write down all my feelings;

Or scream them all out at the sky.

Shouting out my luck or misgivings;

But it just doesn't work all the time.

Coz words are words. Sometimes, they aren't enough.

To express my sorrow, joy; my anger, and my love.

What's said by the eyes; or proclaimed by a smile.

Makes this life worthwhile.

I could pen out a million letters;

Or I could sing a thousand tunes.

Yet it wouldn't be any better;

As the heart's voice is always true.

Coz things unspoken, can only be understood;

By the ones who care; and the ones who want us good.

What's said by the eyes; or proclaimed by a smile.

Makes this life worthwhile.

I could write down all my feelings;

Or scream them all out at the sky.

Shouting out my luck or misgivings;

But it doesn't work all the time.

Because I know, spoken language can't describe,

How deep my emotions are, and what I want to hide.

What's said by the eyes; or proclaimed by a smile.

Makes this life worthwhile.

Questions

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 08:04:00 +0000

Another song written recently, called "questions". Composition is ongoing, and its a solo!

hope you like it; enjoy!

QUESTIONS

A thought was screaming in my mind,

And I needed to set it free.

Of fear, that it would drive me blindly,

Into a state of insanity.

"Is my past a dream? Is my future a legacy; foretold?

Is death growing young? Or is life just becoming old?"

The person, I once thought of myself,

Is hiding behind a mask.

My brain keeps questioning everything,

My heart hesitates to ask,

"Are my thoughts real? Or are they grafted on my soul?

Who holds the reins of my brains? Or am I still in control?"

Tell me, please. Someone tell me why;

Everything I've learnt so far seems like a lie.

Tell me, please. Someone tell me, how,

Am I supposed to look at my lessons now..?

Why is the known so accepted,

And the unknown considered frightening?

Why does life seem so small?

Is it 'coz, time flies like lightning?

Why does one become an outcast,

For believing in things differently?

And when will I rest my head in peace?

Having paid my debts in misery.

Tell me, please. Someone tell me why;

Everything I've learnt so far seems like a lie.

Tell me, please. Someone tell me, how,

Am I supposed to look at my lessons now..?