Looking down the barrel when i see,i hear a voice The zombies around me,give me a scare Little bit of what i was left,resting in peace Away from the hassles of life,writing this piece I shall never,I shall never feel the pain I would never,I would never see the light
Tell me why,Tell me why-i cant see the sky Tell me why,Tell me why-i cant see the sky
It is so for i am floating with it,the cloud is my friend I miss all those days on the earth,the plea is all lame The cry of those orphan children,longing for life Before i could bring out my heart,i faced the truth of life
It isnt the end beautiful friend,enemies around Weeping for my near and dear ones,still i can spare I still can never see the light When i wont hear "goodbye blue sky"
Tell me why,Tell me why-i cant see the sky Tell me why,Tell me why-i cant see the sky
Out on the road,busy cars passing by Whistling all alone,when a boy counts the stars I've been alone,all alone,when the clock was hitting nine When i want to say to the world,its time to bid goodbye
The depth of your breadth,i can feel you all around I can see you on my bed,flirting with my dreams Hold me closer to you darlin',i missed on my days Aint no trouble in my dreams i'm all yours
Running away from the dirt,i can praise you with my thought There isnt any place of falling out
Silent echoes,whispering in my ears Am i lookin good?honey tell me the truth I've been decking up,adorning myself to catch hold of your arms Now i 'm sayin it to the world-it isnt time to bid goodbye
The depth of your breadth,i can feel you all around I can see you on my bed,flirting with my dreams Hold me closer to you darlin',i missed on my days Aint no trouble in my dreams i'm all yours Aint no trouble in my dreams i'm all yours
It's all in a dream,a ray of hope and little gleam I do not see to feel you in and out Running away from the dirt,i can praise you with my thoughts There isnt any place of falling out
Knows only the almighty why is it so, When thrown into an arena,it harms like a wounded tiger! Young kids call it betrayal,but it is a facet Love like all of us,has an animal within itself............. People misjudge...and blame it ignoring its exquisite refinery All of us-hypocrites,as we praise it when we fall in its bosom.. Olivia's plague holds an exception,which shook with its sharp spear The wild image of it run parallel to a man's sense of temper It is an illusion,whose spirits resemble to that old bottle of whiskey You gulp it down to intoxicate yourself but too costly to buy it worth money One fails to identify his emotions at times,and blames it for love----- Oh!you shouldnt cry if you are rewarded for your wrong decisions Love- a different perception for men,women and kids Once you taste the syrup,you whisper to your own self-Love....is it?
Heavy duty load up on my mind Need a carefree stroll to set them free I could carry it out with a bottle of wine Got a grain of blessing from the Mother divine I did it all of them,out of my own pedigree As i am,the written prodigy
Dont stare at me woman,i could rape your eyes I'm quick at penetration,can read your thoughts Wont push myself into the heinous crime Though my song doesnt quite say that i'm sublime Pretending is not always the sharp remedy You are forgetting my woman,it is me-the written prodigy
The music heard was the tune from a detuned guitar It had lost its melody due to rust Dont put in much effort my dear audience I'm just trying to rhyme it with the ambience Dont you undermine my poetry-my necessity Do i still remind you?that i-the written prodigy?
Prodigy is a blessing that's true Not every lay man is one........... I feel i'm beating my own drum Good enough to make my verse look little handsome Eh!it might be small-too fake for it to be a celebrity But it is,as they say-child prodigy!
They form a queue when on a mission Provide shelter for thousands of birds Connecting people,a perfect transmission Expressing themselves as if its a game of charades
A wired mind transcends eternity The idiot box cries due to their ailment With the handsome cables,it tries to maintain parity The soldiers often give them compliment
The music meet at the crossroads with Eric The sound of his instrument makes all mesmeric A wire leads from the front now When a fellow fan exclaims "wow!"
All isnt fair what fair looks to be.. It also has its own villainy When one's life is haywire A wired mind is often put to the jury
A thin material of utmost power From the universe connecting the sattelites Producing the essence of crotchets and minims A wire is a ray of hope.....
When you look up at them and feel their positions It seems like some narrow lanes entwined They arent aware of their destination Waiting to get recruited
They resemble some abstract paintings Underneath which locomotes the engine A jungle of thoughts..deep and intense One may lose himself but never be lost
Rain-washed city of mine,the blurred images Standing tall on a precarious vale A balance of power,meek and quirk There is always a pure within an impure
Follow me,follow to the empty roads Drenching my school bag on a spree The ditches pour out with their emotions Bridges and lakes,all in a glee....
A sip of tea with a drop of water fallin from above Dull and drab corners of the cup It's smell casts a magic spell on me Like a tortoise's life,though blunt from outside
When i used to sit inside that weak bus The pain of the windows,the broken iron pieces A cold feeling on my shoulder..it was the drizzle It couldnt protect me from the rains yet...
'Mon'day morning 'soon' came and went I felt a treble in my voice A shiver ran down my spines thinking How would i perform now?
I've been driven into a paralysed enviroment My fingers paining with the thought of a pen Yet it could still produce a portrait of imagination There is a always a pure within an impure
The world is beaming closer i dont know how to pretend Holy night is getting darker when the shadow is a pain And the time is walking narrow on a dark pastoral lane Waking all the Satans to rescue the Tintern Abbey Dressing up and masquerading himself he steps forward on a wrong note12 past'night Canterbury station he stands tall with this long coatHigher and higher,his thoughts are flying higher I did see,the stain on the floor It was real,like a stream of current floating with my thoughts I can steal,away from your spear Which was causing a scar,like stray bullet piercing through my brain When it was dawn,i could see him getting up from his room Never really thought that this world would be an ironic play The murder of the Tintern Abbey was on the limelight He knew himself but he knew not,that we are all masquerades Yes are we?O we are! Hidden behind is a devil,with its sharpened toothCemetries run away to give shelter to their graves He preferred to use the one with the best grip The knife of human emotions,piercing through our brain I could still feel the cry of the woman in her teens,Chased miles panting but the man with his masqueradewas far far away...
In some distant land is his feet... Where lay the cryptic writings!
