INSPIRATION SONG
HEY O! DON’T DESPAIR IN THIS LAND OF BURNING SAND!
ONE HAS TO SWITCH FROM DREAMS TO REALITY YOU SEE
COME, DIP, IT’S FRESH WATER, WASH DIRTY MOUTH HAIR AND SKIN
PREPARE FOR THE JOURNEY AHEAD SHAKE HANDS FEEL FREE
THERE IS OASIS IN EVERY DESERT
YOU MAY NOT GET BEER AND WINE TO GO HIGH
BUT YOU KNOW IT’S TOO BAD TO DIE DRY
TAKE WHATEVER WATER OFFERS YOU TO SOOTHE THE HURT
I MET A KID WHO STOLE MY CLOSET LONELINESS AND SILENCE
AND PULLED ME OUT IN THE SUN
SHE RODE MY BACK LIKE A JOCKEY AIMED HER TOY GUN
HIT ME WITH A MARADONA BALL TORE MY HAIR WITH ALL INNOCENCE
THEN I SAW HER PARENTS COMING TO TAKE HER ALONG
AND I FELT AGAIN COLD MORBID A-LONE
“DON’T CRY!” READ ME THE KID, SAID, “I WANNA HEAR YOUR SONGS
BUT PLEASE DON’T CRY EVEN AFTER I’M GONE!”
NOW WHAT TO SAY WHAT TO SIGH
THESE GEMS OF MOMENTS MAKE ME CONCURRENTLY SMILE AND CRY
SO WE SANG WE PLAYED AND DISCUSSED THE TALES
AND WE DECIDED WE’D CONNECT THROUGH THE CELESTIAL MAIL!
I DESIRED TO PLAY MORE AND ADORE SHE WAS SO LOVABLE
I KNEW THE KID FOUND IT FUN BUT HER PARENTS SMELLED TROUBLE
THEN THE CHILD WAS GONE AND I SAT LIKE A NEWBORN
THERE WERE TEARS OF JOY AND SORROW IN MY EYES
“I’M GLAD TO MEET YOU BABE, I UNDERSTAND YOUR COMPULSION!
AND HERE STARTS THE WAIT FOR ANOTHER SUCH MOMENT TO ARISE!”
IT’S EARTH AND I HAD A BIRTH BEYOND MY CONTROL
LOOK INTO THE NOOKS AND YOU MAY FIND IN A CLOSET YOUR SOUL
GASPING FOR BREATH BREAK THE CAGE LET THE FIRE DO IT’S CAPACITY
KNOW YOUR LENIENCE KNOW THE ALMIGHTY
TAKE THE BURN OR YOU’LL NEVER LEARN HOW TO TAKE THE HEAT
HIDE YOUR FACE AND HEART AND YOU STILL PAY A FORFEIT
THE BURNING SENSATION MAY INVOKE PASSION FOR TRUTHS AND LIES
IF YOU DIE, THAT’S OKAY, IT’S JUST TOMORROW OR TODAY
BUT IF YOU BEAR AND SURVIVE AND ACCEPT THAT SUCH IS LIFE
YOU KNOW HOW TO FLY THROUGH THE HELL WALK THROUGH THE SKY!
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Long walk
Long walk
I JUST SAW MY FAVOURITE PAGES OF AN ON-THE-MAKING BOOK BURN
JUST SPOTTED YELLOW PATCHES ON MY FACE
A MORGUE IN MY CHEST AND POLICE STATION IN HEAD
I CLOSE MY EYES AND ANGELS SMILE I OPEN THEM AND DEMONS CHASE
THERE IS A DEVIL IN MY EYES
THERE ARE REASONS WHY YOU ALL SIGH (AT ME)
I STILL SMILE AND YOU WORRY MORE
AS YOU SEE I’M BLIND AND WALKING ROUGH TOWARDS THE SHORE
THE FREAK IS WALKING ON THE CORNICE OF A MULTISTORIED ROOF
AND EVERYBODY KNOWS THERE IS NOTHING TO DO
IF THE FREAK IS SO SCREWED TO WALK SO HIGH
WHERE HE IS FURTHER TO THEM ALL THAN THE SKY
IT’S A LOST CASE YOU SEE HE DREAMT OF PLAYING WITH THE MOON
IN A DEATH CEREMONY HE THOUGHT HE WAS THE GROOM!
WHY DON’T START PELTING STONES AT HIM HELP HIM DIE
BEFORE HE LAUNCHES ON MORE CIRCUSS ON AN UNCERTAIN SUICIDE?
YOU SAY IT’LL BREAK MY HEART AS I LOVE HIM
BUT I SAY I’M HEARTLESS ITS JUST A PUMPING MACHINE
TICKLING ON FOR A NUMB’S PHYSICAL EXISTANCE
IT JUST SEES CAN’T CATCH A FEEL OR A SENSE
I’LL WITNESS THESE ALL IN SILENCE AND TRY TO GET CALM
MY EMOTIONAL CIRCUSS SELF-MOCKERY
THROUGH THE HOLE ON MY PALM
I SAW A FLOCK OF BIRDS DIVE INTO FIRE
YOU MAY NOT BELIEVE ME,
’M A FAITHFUL TRAITOR A BORN LIAR!
WE GROW STONES WHEN BLOOD CATCHES COLD
NO ONE WILL UNDERSTAND MY LANGUAGE
UNTILL THEY SEE THE SKULL ROLL
A CLAUSTROPHOBIC MESS MY STINKING SKIN’LL SUFFOCATE YOU
ON THE RUN I HIT A WALL WRITTEN “TABOO!”
CHILDREN AND ANGELS WERE PLAYING
ON THE OTHERSIDE OF THE WALL IN A GARDEN
I LOOKED STILL A GUARD SPOTTED ME FROM A WATCHTOWER
AND SPRAYED BULLETS IN MY BRAIN
I SAW DARK THEN WHITE AND FINAL GLIMPSE WAS A SMILE OF A MATE
I BREATHED I WHISTLED I SMILED ON THE TREBLE
DESPITE IMMENSE POSSIBILITY OF CREATING OWN FATE
THERE IS AN IMPRINT ON OUR FOREHEAD READING “IMPOSSIBLE!”
I JUST SAW MY FAVOURITE PAGES OF AN ON-THE-MAKING BOOK BURN
JUST SPOTTED YELLOW PATCHES ON MY FACE
A MORGUE IN MY CHEST AND POLICE STATION IN HEAD
I CLOSE MY EYES AND ANGELS SMILE I OPEN THEM AND DEMONS CHASE
THERE IS A DEVIL IN MY EYES
THERE ARE REASONS WHY YOU ALL SIGH (AT ME)
I STILL SMILE AND YOU WORRY MORE
AS YOU SEE I’M BLIND AND WALKING ROUGH TOWARDS THE SHORE
THE FREAK IS WALKING ON THE CORNICE OF A MULTISTORIED ROOF
AND EVERYBODY KNOWS THERE IS NOTHING TO DO
IF THE FREAK IS SO SCREWED TO WALK SO HIGH
WHERE HE IS FURTHER TO THEM ALL THAN THE SKY
IT’S A LOST CASE YOU SEE HE DREAMT OF PLAYING WITH THE MOON
IN A DEATH CEREMONY HE THOUGHT HE WAS THE GROOM!
WHY DON’T START PELTING STONES AT HIM HELP HIM DIE
BEFORE HE LAUNCHES ON MORE CIRCUSS ON AN UNCERTAIN SUICIDE?
YOU SAY IT’LL BREAK MY HEART AS I LOVE HIM
BUT I SAY I’M HEARTLESS ITS JUST A PUMPING MACHINE
TICKLING ON FOR A NUMB’S PHYSICAL EXISTANCE
IT JUST SEES CAN’T CATCH A FEEL OR A SENSE
I’LL WITNESS THESE ALL IN SILENCE AND TRY TO GET CALM
MY EMOTIONAL CIRCUSS SELF-MOCKERY
THROUGH THE HOLE ON MY PALM
I SAW A FLOCK OF BIRDS DIVE INTO FIRE
YOU MAY NOT BELIEVE ME,
’M A FAITHFUL TRAITOR A BORN LIAR!
WE GROW STONES WHEN BLOOD CATCHES COLD
NO ONE WILL UNDERSTAND MY LANGUAGE
UNTILL THEY SEE THE SKULL ROLL
A CLAUSTROPHOBIC MESS MY STINKING SKIN’LL SUFFOCATE YOU
ON THE RUN I HIT A WALL WRITTEN “TABOO!”
CHILDREN AND ANGELS WERE PLAYING
ON THE OTHERSIDE OF THE WALL IN A GARDEN
I LOOKED STILL A GUARD SPOTTED ME FROM A WATCHTOWER
AND SPRAYED BULLETS IN MY BRAIN
I SAW DARK THEN WHITE AND FINAL GLIMPSE WAS A SMILE OF A MATE
I BREATHED I WHISTLED I SMILED ON THE TREBLE
DESPITE IMMENSE POSSIBILITY OF CREATING OWN FATE
THERE IS AN IMPRINT ON OUR FOREHEAD READING “IMPOSSIBLE!”
Monday, February 7, 2011
Conversation with none 3
Conversation with none 3
A ghost greeted me at the 18th century cemetery
Of an old Dutch town with cold arms
“Finally, you came to the right place!” he said,
“I was waiting for you so long!
I knew there was a boy who didn’t know the language of love
Here you get to speak to yours tress tombs flowers and birds!”
I smiled and his eyes sparkled
He was wearing white shoes shirt and a jacket
“I’ve too much fire to contain in me
Often burn others and then cry causing them injuries
And don’t relax! I may disturb you too!” I said and assessed
He was smiling brighter with admire
Said: “No! You can’t do that here!
It’s my kingdom and I’ll blind you with a veil!
Let your fire spread and let it sail
See you can’t even burn yourself
And you can’t burn me either, can’t help! ”
Down in moral I walked through the town of tombs
Puffed my stuff and hummed a song,
“Maybe you have no fire don’t be so sure!
Maybe you dream these all to forget all your failures!”
A ghost greeted me at the 18th century cemetery
Of an old Dutch town with cold arms
“Finally, you came to the right place!” he said,
“I was waiting for you so long!
I knew there was a boy who didn’t know the language of love
Here you get to speak to yours tress tombs flowers and birds!”
I smiled and his eyes sparkled
He was wearing white shoes shirt and a jacket
“I’ve too much fire to contain in me
Often burn others and then cry causing them injuries
And don’t relax! I may disturb you too!” I said and assessed
He was smiling brighter with admire
Said: “No! You can’t do that here!
It’s my kingdom and I’ll blind you with a veil!
Let your fire spread and let it sail
See you can’t even burn yourself
And you can’t burn me either, can’t help! ”
Down in moral I walked through the town of tombs
Puffed my stuff and hummed a song,
“Maybe you have no fire don’t be so sure!
Maybe you dream these all to forget all your failures!”
Conversation with none 3
Conversation with none 3
A ghost greeted me at the 18th century cemetery
Of an old Dutch town with cold arms
“Finally, you came to the right place!” he said,
“I was waiting for you so long!
I knew there was a boy who didn’t know the language of love
Here you get to speak to yours tress tombs flowers and birds!”
I smiled and his eyes sparkled
He was wearing white shoes shirt and a jacket
“I’ve too much fire to contain in me
Often burn others and then cry causing them injuries
And don’t relax! I may disturb you too!” I said and assessed
He was smiling brighter with admire
Said: “No! You can’t do that here!
It’s my kingdom and I’ll blind you with a veil!
Let your fire spread and let it sail
See you can’t even burn yourself
And you can’t burn me either, can’t help! ”
Down in moral I walked through the town of tombs
Puffed my stuff and hummed a song,
“Maybe you have no fire don’t be so sure!
Maybe you dream these all to forget all your failures!”
A ghost greeted me at the 18th century cemetery
Of an old Dutch town with cold arms
“Finally, you came to the right place!” he said,
“I was waiting for you so long!
I knew there was a boy who didn’t know the language of love
Here you get to speak to yours tress tombs flowers and birds!”
I smiled and his eyes sparkled
He was wearing white shoes shirt and a jacket
“I’ve too much fire to contain in me
Often burn others and then cry causing them injuries
And don’t relax! I may disturb you too!” I said and assessed
He was smiling brighter with admire
Said: “No! You can’t do that here!
It’s my kingdom and I’ll blind you with a veil!
Let your fire spread and let it sail
See you can’t even burn yourself
And you can’t burn me either, can’t help! ”
Down in moral I walked through the town of tombs
Puffed my stuff and hummed a song,
“Maybe you have no fire don’t be so sure!
Maybe you dream these all to forget all your failures!”
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Conversation with none 2
Conversation with none 2
I moved out on my bicycle this morn
To meet the peon who lost the last letter
My love wrote before an accident-death
“I’m sorry!” he said pleading, “Please vent!
You may kill me in anger, it doesn’t matter!”
Lover dumped him that night and he jumped into the river
with all belongings
Until I got his collar and pulled out of the rigor
Now I give him a pat pushed the paddle
The sun was excelling in the sky
“Don’t worry!” I said, “Arey, forget!
Create two wings and try to fly
You’ll fell it’ll pain but I say you must try!”
He sighed and shook his head
Sat on the beach facing the sea
“I know my mind is polluted but I won’t be able to pollute you!” said he
“My unconventional way of life keeps me aloof
And now you see I’m a selfish cupid waiting for the moon to be blue!”
One has to touch one the way he wants so I said,
“I offered a young girl a gun and she fled!
I offered a young boy a gun he took it and shoot at me!
I offered them both toffees they shied and refused
I offered them swim and they drowned
I still offer you then gun and the toffee too
Even though I know you may shoot at me or you!
Its an endless number of possibilities when one opens eyes
Some will be cruel indifferent some cosy and nice
You may accept rebel
It may work or it may sell you the hell!
But it’s a beautiful morning I must say
You shouldn’t miss the ray blessing you with warmth!
I wish I helped you more but I can't
Don’t you think I have pain behind my smiles too?
There are ghosts they haunt rape and screw
We are becoming machines and I must help you see love
It hurts it pains still it keeps one afire, and hey buddy!
Life is still beautiful enough without you me and anybody!”
I moved out on my bicycle this morn
To meet the peon who lost the last letter
My love wrote before an accident-death
“I’m sorry!” he said pleading, “Please vent!
You may kill me in anger, it doesn’t matter!”
Lover dumped him that night and he jumped into the river
with all belongings
Until I got his collar and pulled out of the rigor
Now I give him a pat pushed the paddle
The sun was excelling in the sky
“Don’t worry!” I said, “Arey, forget!
Create two wings and try to fly
You’ll fell it’ll pain but I say you must try!”
He sighed and shook his head
Sat on the beach facing the sea
“I know my mind is polluted but I won’t be able to pollute you!” said he
“My unconventional way of life keeps me aloof
And now you see I’m a selfish cupid waiting for the moon to be blue!”
One has to touch one the way he wants so I said,
“I offered a young girl a gun and she fled!
I offered a young boy a gun he took it and shoot at me!
I offered them both toffees they shied and refused
I offered them swim and they drowned
I still offer you then gun and the toffee too
Even though I know you may shoot at me or you!
Its an endless number of possibilities when one opens eyes
Some will be cruel indifferent some cosy and nice
You may accept rebel
It may work or it may sell you the hell!
But it’s a beautiful morning I must say
You shouldn’t miss the ray blessing you with warmth!
I wish I helped you more but I can't
Don’t you think I have pain behind my smiles too?
There are ghosts they haunt rape and screw
We are becoming machines and I must help you see love
It hurts it pains still it keeps one afire, and hey buddy!
Life is still beautiful enough without you me and anybody!”
Thursday, February 3, 2011
CONVERSATION WITH NONE
CONVERSATION WITH NONE
WAIT! OLD MAN, I WANT TO GO WITH YOU!
TIRED OF KEEPING TO MYSELF, I NOW WANT COMPANY
HOPE I’M NOT DISTURBING, YOU SEEMED LONELY TOO
I’LL JUST ACCOMPANY YOU TO YOUR DESTINATION, WHAT SAY?
YOU HAVE GROWN TOO OLD TO MAKE FRIENDS WITH YOUTHS?
NOT REALLY, THERE IS NO AGE OR GENDER BAR
FOR FREINDSHIP TO BLOOM ITS OWN WAY
“THERE IS NO LONELINESS
IF ONE KNOWS HOW TO INTERACT WITH NATURE,” WELL, YOU MAY SAY,
YES, BUT ARE YOU NOT NATURE?
“I SPEAK WITH THE MOON,
I’VE DISCOVERED THE LANGUAGE OF THE BIRDS TOO!”
WAIT, GRANDPA, DON’T TAKE ME TO BE A KID ONLY,
I SPEAK WITH THE STREET DOGS CARESS THE TREES ROLL ON GRASS
NOW I JUST WANTED TO SPEAK TO SOMEONE OF MY OWN SPECIES
MAY I CARESS YOUR BEARD?
IT’S OUR IN-BUILT WEAKNESS TO SEEK COMPANY!
“LIFE EATS LIFE FOR LIFE’S SAKE!
I’VE THE UNKNOWING WAITING FOR ME!”
SAID HE AND SHOOK HANDS,
“I’M SORRY BUT I HAD TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH!
KEEP YOURSELF OPEN AND ALIVE! WE’LL MEET AGAIN!”
WAIT! OLD MAN, I WANT TO GO WITH YOU!
TIRED OF KEEPING TO MYSELF, I NOW WANT COMPANY
HOPE I’M NOT DISTURBING, YOU SEEMED LONELY TOO
I’LL JUST ACCOMPANY YOU TO YOUR DESTINATION, WHAT SAY?
YOU HAVE GROWN TOO OLD TO MAKE FRIENDS WITH YOUTHS?
NOT REALLY, THERE IS NO AGE OR GENDER BAR
FOR FREINDSHIP TO BLOOM ITS OWN WAY
“THERE IS NO LONELINESS
IF ONE KNOWS HOW TO INTERACT WITH NATURE,” WELL, YOU MAY SAY,
YES, BUT ARE YOU NOT NATURE?
“I SPEAK WITH THE MOON,
I’VE DISCOVERED THE LANGUAGE OF THE BIRDS TOO!”
WAIT, GRANDPA, DON’T TAKE ME TO BE A KID ONLY,
I SPEAK WITH THE STREET DOGS CARESS THE TREES ROLL ON GRASS
NOW I JUST WANTED TO SPEAK TO SOMEONE OF MY OWN SPECIES
MAY I CARESS YOUR BEARD?
IT’S OUR IN-BUILT WEAKNESS TO SEEK COMPANY!
“LIFE EATS LIFE FOR LIFE’S SAKE!
I’VE THE UNKNOWING WAITING FOR ME!”
SAID HE AND SHOOK HANDS,
“I’M SORRY BUT I HAD TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH!
KEEP YOURSELF OPEN AND ALIVE! WE’LL MEET AGAIN!”
Morning Lyrics 4
Morning Lyrics 4
WHEN YOU BLOOM A BALLOON AND IT BURSTS, IT HURTS
No colours only blinding white
And I know there is calm of darkness beyond white
Come on, I know, you’ll not hold my hand,
I’ve leprosy itching on my whole skin
I met a friend who gave me a dream
And said don’t enter, it will hurt
And I’m the jester started eyeing the queen
Mesmerised with her scent and hues
I met a tree that refused me fruits,
“Go away! You cross your border always!” it said
And it’s a dejected shoulder when the sun refuses the ray!
I take shelter in closet and then jump off the roof
I rebel and get punished!
And you’ll see I’ll vanish
When you feel uncomfortable with my nostalgia and goofs
Hey enemy! I’ve come to bid you good-bye
I won’t fight u, I’ve myself to fight!
Nothing to complain, you have been nice life
Feelings overpower my reasons and I smile with this knife
There is something in nature I can’t bear
There is something in your name I can’t hear
I must find the anatomy of hell to see lights in dark
I couldn’t hear a sound but I heard there was a blast
Some says it was dream some says it was love
I say it was all lies, look at my eyes
And you will find despair--
though I’ll still smile nice jolly and fair!
There is someone hammering my head
There is someone uttering my fate
And I can see darkness through blinding white
And I can see my flesh roast
I have wine and need Kebab
To life, I raise my toast,
There will be sourness to replace times of smile and laughter
And smiles will resurge from the hours of furnaces
When one realises the bright humour of life
Is to set you free and yet have chained alive!
WHEN YOU BLOOM A BALLOON AND IT BURSTS, IT HURTS
No colours only blinding white
And I know there is calm of darkness beyond white
Come on, I know, you’ll not hold my hand,
I’ve leprosy itching on my whole skin
I met a friend who gave me a dream
And said don’t enter, it will hurt
And I’m the jester started eyeing the queen
Mesmerised with her scent and hues
I met a tree that refused me fruits,
“Go away! You cross your border always!” it said
And it’s a dejected shoulder when the sun refuses the ray!
I take shelter in closet and then jump off the roof
I rebel and get punished!
And you’ll see I’ll vanish
When you feel uncomfortable with my nostalgia and goofs
Hey enemy! I’ve come to bid you good-bye
I won’t fight u, I’ve myself to fight!
Nothing to complain, you have been nice life
Feelings overpower my reasons and I smile with this knife
There is something in nature I can’t bear
There is something in your name I can’t hear
I must find the anatomy of hell to see lights in dark
I couldn’t hear a sound but I heard there was a blast
Some says it was dream some says it was love
I say it was all lies, look at my eyes
And you will find despair--
though I’ll still smile nice jolly and fair!
There is someone hammering my head
There is someone uttering my fate
And I can see darkness through blinding white
And I can see my flesh roast
I have wine and need Kebab
To life, I raise my toast,
There will be sourness to replace times of smile and laughter
And smiles will resurge from the hours of furnaces
When one realises the bright humour of life
Is to set you free and yet have chained alive!
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