A boy and a girl stand apart like in a stopped mode
Someone presses play and the boy walks along the road
He reaches the girl and says" I know you, do you know me, too?"
The girl says," Oh, are you the one who flew over the nest of the cuckoo?"
Someone presses reset and again the boy is pushed back
This might go on for a while, my friends, so get some snack
He reaches the girl and says" I like you, do you like me, too?"
The girl says," You know what, I really have no clue."
Someone presses reset and again they stand apart
But only this time you can hear the boy's beating heart
He reaches the girl and says" I love you, do you love me, too?"
The girl says," Of all the boys out there, you think I will love you?"
Someone presses reset and again the boy is away
But by this time we all know what he is going to say
He reaches the girl and says" I love you, do you love me, too?"
But wait, don't answer that, I think I am having a deja vu."
"I know what you will say so just listen to me
I just want you to be happy wherever you will be
If you don't love me then its okay, I will not feel bad
But you were the closest thing to me that I ever had."
The girl says," I don't know what you thought I would say
But I actually am in love with you since the first day"
The boy takes the girl in his arms and the rain also joins his cause
No reset here, my friends, this time the boy presses pause.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
The Valley Of Thousand Sunflower Buds
The sun everyday goes from east to west
And his followers follow him with all their zest
Down the road, beyond the flood of mud
In the valley of a thousand sunflower buds.
Filling the valley with all their yellowness
Guided by the sun with the real finesse
Like the way a small child is taught
The father giving him all that he has got.
Soon these buds will blossom into flowers
They will no longer follow the sun during his hours
Some will watch over south, some west, some north and east
But the sun's rays for them will never be decreased.
Even though they no longer will follow the sun
Still we will call the 'sunflowers', flowers of the sun
Because the sun has made them what they are
Even though they no longer will follow this star
The same is true in our lives as well
Those who taught us to walk, run, speak and spell
We will always bear their name, remain indebted to them
No matter how tall we grow on our own stem.
The sun everyday goes from east to west
And his followers follow him with all their zest
Down the road, beyond the flood of mud
In the valley of a thousand sunflower buds.
And his followers follow him with all their zest
Down the road, beyond the flood of mud
In the valley of a thousand sunflower buds.
Filling the valley with all their yellowness
Guided by the sun with the real finesse
Like the way a small child is taught
The father giving him all that he has got.
Soon these buds will blossom into flowers
They will no longer follow the sun during his hours
Some will watch over south, some west, some north and east
But the sun's rays for them will never be decreased.
Even though they no longer will follow the sun
Still we will call the 'sunflowers', flowers of the sun
Because the sun has made them what they are
Even though they no longer will follow this star
The same is true in our lives as well
Those who taught us to walk, run, speak and spell
We will always bear their name, remain indebted to them
No matter how tall we grow on our own stem.
The sun everyday goes from east to west
And his followers follow him with all their zest
Down the road, beyond the flood of mud
In the valley of a thousand sunflower buds.
Eye Of The Cyclone
Clouds start moving round with the wind
Against the blue sky they are brutally pinned
Slowly the cyclone shows its face
With its eye rotating in blank space.
Unpredictable mind like its living
Anger surging through it is unforgiving
Destroys everything falling in the path
Eyeing the next victim to rain its wrath.
Uprooting every structural foundation
Stronger the base, stronger is its temptation
In the eyeshot it watches you and turns
Once again it twists insides and churns.
Running is not an option but you can't hide
Neither do you want to, not with all your pride
waiting for the eye of the cyclone to close
But cyclone turns away before reaching where you froze.
Destroying eveything that you ever created
Leaving the ruins just as it was fated
And the eye of the cyclone finally closes on you
The clouds come back again and the skies turn blue.
Against the blue sky they are brutally pinned
Slowly the cyclone shows its face
With its eye rotating in blank space.
Unpredictable mind like its living
Anger surging through it is unforgiving
Destroys everything falling in the path
Eyeing the next victim to rain its wrath.
Uprooting every structural foundation
Stronger the base, stronger is its temptation
In the eyeshot it watches you and turns
Once again it twists insides and churns.
Running is not an option but you can't hide
Neither do you want to, not with all your pride
waiting for the eye of the cyclone to close
But cyclone turns away before reaching where you froze.
Destroying eveything that you ever created
Leaving the ruins just as it was fated
And the eye of the cyclone finally closes on you
The clouds come back again and the skies turn blue.
The Places You've Been
Dragging you behind by your hand
Is the past you can never forget
Your feet ease up on the burning sand
Nothing hurts more than regret.
Trivial shapes under the street lamp
Barking dogs at the window
Sweating a break in the cold and damp
Why are you scared, its only a scarecrow.
The past will never leave you
Till you decide to leave the past
Once done with it, you should be through
Look back not at the people you have passed.
From the past, the ones who return
Are not the same that you lost
The lesson is for them to learn
Why do you think you have to bear its cost.
But to undermine the now
In favour of the then
Is wrong and it will somehow
Leave you stranded in the end.
All I know that its better
To love the ones who love you
Than to write love letters
To people who don't care about you.
Binding your hopes to them till end
You'll only punish yourself tomorrow
Hold the hands that othes extend
And there will be no more sorrow.
Is the past you can never forget
Your feet ease up on the burning sand
Nothing hurts more than regret.
Trivial shapes under the street lamp
Barking dogs at the window
Sweating a break in the cold and damp
Why are you scared, its only a scarecrow.
The past will never leave you
Till you decide to leave the past
Once done with it, you should be through
Look back not at the people you have passed.
From the past, the ones who return
Are not the same that you lost
The lesson is for them to learn
Why do you think you have to bear its cost.
But to undermine the now
In favour of the then
Is wrong and it will somehow
Leave you stranded in the end.
All I know that its better
To love the ones who love you
Than to write love letters
To people who don't care about you.
Binding your hopes to them till end
You'll only punish yourself tomorrow
Hold the hands that othes extend
And there will be no more sorrow.
Eyes
Somebody once said to me
"I think for a diamond someone cane give their arm"
I said," I don't agree
Everyone already has two of them, why get another for some harm?"
I was talking about eyes
The two diamonds sparkling on everyone's face
Holding their every surprise
And this is really one gift that no other can replace.
I've seen eyes that shine
Straight out like a beam from a close-by sun
They give me a sign
That anything they will start won't be left undone.
I have seen eyes of crystals
As deep and pure like the most beautiful azure lake
Precious than all jewels
I know just to look those eyes I can remain all night awake.
However, the only ones worth
Are the eyes of your lover in which you can find your own eyes
The most scarce thing on Earth
And the only thing that has no fakes and shows no lies.
Remember to thank the Creator
For not all can see and have these two scopes
No other gift is greater
Don't take it for granted, after all a blind man only hopes.
"I think for a diamond someone cane give their arm"
I said," I don't agree
Everyone already has two of them, why get another for some harm?"
I was talking about eyes
The two diamonds sparkling on everyone's face
Holding their every surprise
And this is really one gift that no other can replace.
I've seen eyes that shine
Straight out like a beam from a close-by sun
They give me a sign
That anything they will start won't be left undone.
I have seen eyes of crystals
As deep and pure like the most beautiful azure lake
Precious than all jewels
I know just to look those eyes I can remain all night awake.
However, the only ones worth
Are the eyes of your lover in which you can find your own eyes
The most scarce thing on Earth
And the only thing that has no fakes and shows no lies.
Remember to thank the Creator
For not all can see and have these two scopes
No other gift is greater
Don't take it for granted, after all a blind man only hopes.
Crossover
A journey to a place unknown
Nothing written on any milestone
Started it with a handful of questions
But no directions, only some suggestions.
Questions bring questions, no answer
I try desperately like a limp dancer
The music plays on but I have to walk
The destination is unknown, no time to talk.
People come and go but the road stays
And unlike them it only points two ways
One is the right and other is wrong
But at least I know the side I belong.
I saw an old signboard from far
Shining with the light of the polestar
When I went close to get some help
All it said was "Sorry, B. I love someone else"
Sad moment for B. but I had to go
No time to care for someone else's woe
Maybe the next sign would take me right
Till then I moved with the polestar's light.
A journey to a place unknown
Nothing written on any milestone
I don't know where this journey will end
But don't worry, Ma, I will be home by the weekend.
Nothing written on any milestone
Started it with a handful of questions
But no directions, only some suggestions.
Questions bring questions, no answer
I try desperately like a limp dancer
The music plays on but I have to walk
The destination is unknown, no time to talk.
People come and go but the road stays
And unlike them it only points two ways
One is the right and other is wrong
But at least I know the side I belong.
I saw an old signboard from far
Shining with the light of the polestar
When I went close to get some help
All it said was "Sorry, B. I love someone else"
Sad moment for B. but I had to go
No time to care for someone else's woe
Maybe the next sign would take me right
Till then I moved with the polestar's light.
A journey to a place unknown
Nothing written on any milestone
I don't know where this journey will end
But don't worry, Ma, I will be home by the weekend.
Stripes
All the zebras in the plain
Eating grass but looking inane
Striped are all in black and white
What a sight when all unite!
I wonder how they know who is who?
The stripes are all same, giving no clue.
Still they find the one they need
Like there is something that we can't read.
Then I came to know how animals see
They look inside you whatever the outer side be
They don't see the stripes painted on the skin
So they can even distinguish you from your twin.
If only we had eyes like them
The world would be saved from every mayhem
We should learn not to look at the stripes
But have a look in the heart though the person's eyes.
Eating grass but looking inane
Striped are all in black and white
What a sight when all unite!
I wonder how they know who is who?
The stripes are all same, giving no clue.
Still they find the one they need
Like there is something that we can't read.
Then I came to know how animals see
They look inside you whatever the outer side be
They don't see the stripes painted on the skin
So they can even distinguish you from your twin.
If only we had eyes like them
The world would be saved from every mayhem
We should learn not to look at the stripes
But have a look in the heart though the person's eyes.
Breath Slow
The heavy eyes staring the ceiling
The mind shutting down to every feeling
Dreams will take over the reality season
Full of happiness without the need for reason.
Anything that moves hypnotises the brain
Every effort to remain awake ends in vain
Tiredness drifts you to a land only you can know
Surrender yourself to it but remember, breath slow.
The music inside will stop playing soon
When the sleep will induce its own tune
It will not make you swing but you'll lie still
It soothes as it entertains and even heals the ill.
Don't strain yourself and remain awake
You'll not lose anything you can't remake
The stage is all set for the prime time show
Close your eyes to see it but remember, breath slow.
The mind shutting down to every feeling
Dreams will take over the reality season
Full of happiness without the need for reason.
Anything that moves hypnotises the brain
Every effort to remain awake ends in vain
Tiredness drifts you to a land only you can know
Surrender yourself to it but remember, breath slow.
The music inside will stop playing soon
When the sleep will induce its own tune
It will not make you swing but you'll lie still
It soothes as it entertains and even heals the ill.
Don't strain yourself and remain awake
You'll not lose anything you can't remake
The stage is all set for the prime time show
Close your eyes to see it but remember, breath slow.
Paisley
Besides the river Indus, a girl was sitting
On a cloth, trying patterns, she was knitting
She wanted to weave something new for the bride
But nothing worked for her, however hard she tried.
She stopped to rest her tired hands for a moment
And saw a lamb staring at her, a little distant
The lamb limped towards her so she took her in arms
The lamb was played with by the boys playing in the farms.
The girl gave the lamb something to eat
After eating the lamb happily gave a bleat
The girl asked the lamb," Mr. Lamb shall we work together?
And weave something as beautiful as a colorful feather?
Hearing this an Angel in the heavens cried
Not all innocence in the world had died
The Angel's teardrops came from the lamb's eyes
And fell on the cloth making a design in surprise
The girl weaved on the tears using all threads
The blues, the greens, the yellows and the reds
When finished she gifted it to the bride
The bride wore it to her wedding with all pride.
This design became much famous and even went overseas
And got its name from a town that became efficient in making these
And those who have really seen this design would agree
There never will be so beautiful a design as the Paisley.
On a cloth, trying patterns, she was knitting
She wanted to weave something new for the bride
But nothing worked for her, however hard she tried.
She stopped to rest her tired hands for a moment
And saw a lamb staring at her, a little distant
The lamb limped towards her so she took her in arms
The lamb was played with by the boys playing in the farms.
The girl gave the lamb something to eat
After eating the lamb happily gave a bleat
The girl asked the lamb," Mr. Lamb shall we work together?
And weave something as beautiful as a colorful feather?
Hearing this an Angel in the heavens cried
Not all innocence in the world had died
The Angel's teardrops came from the lamb's eyes
And fell on the cloth making a design in surprise
The girl weaved on the tears using all threads
The blues, the greens, the yellows and the reds
When finished she gifted it to the bride
The bride wore it to her wedding with all pride.
This design became much famous and even went overseas
And got its name from a town that became efficient in making these
And those who have really seen this design would agree
There never will be so beautiful a design as the Paisley.
Silence Of The Dead
Like an old sepia picture of memories from the past
Of an alluring silence and a dull contrast
The faces have an expression of sudden flashes
But their horror now rests among their ashes.
On their tombstones it was engraved
"Lost to their wrong choices and could not be saved
But alive in the memories of friends and family
Who will take care of their wealth they collected so cannily"
Now, it is an unholy act to dig any graves
The dead have a right to rest in their silent caves.
But if you do take the broken stones apart
These dead will be found still holding their heart.
Perhaps they aren't dead, they are only sleeping
And in their heart, there is a secret, they are keeping
A secret so sacred that its worth to die for
Like a betrayal, a regret or love of someone you adore.
In the thorns their faces are again reformed
And from these sights everyone is warned
That should we not choose the right over wrong
Somebody else in our place would be singing our song.
Of an alluring silence and a dull contrast
The faces have an expression of sudden flashes
But their horror now rests among their ashes.
On their tombstones it was engraved
"Lost to their wrong choices and could not be saved
But alive in the memories of friends and family
Who will take care of their wealth they collected so cannily"
Now, it is an unholy act to dig any graves
The dead have a right to rest in their silent caves.
But if you do take the broken stones apart
These dead will be found still holding their heart.
Perhaps they aren't dead, they are only sleeping
And in their heart, there is a secret, they are keeping
A secret so sacred that its worth to die for
Like a betrayal, a regret or love of someone you adore.
In the thorns their faces are again reformed
And from these sights everyone is warned
That should we not choose the right over wrong
Somebody else in our place would be singing our song.
Intoxicated
I wish I was sober again
Cause I feel my eyes close in the rain
And my head just keeps moving each time
When the drops hit the ground with their rhyme.
Memories washed out with the flow
I fee I am intoxicated
When the things start to move so slow
There is nothing more I contemplated
Fall now into me
Arouse my ecstacy
I spread my arms, now I see
All is for taking
I am going to try once more
To dance in the rain till my feet get sore
I fall each time that I seem to try
My head wants me to do it, so I just comply
Grass smells more sweet now
I am swallowing in the rain
I will do whatever it will allow
Its getting dizzy in my brain
Breathing in the air
Leaving all the care
Its in the clothes I wear
Or the rain is just faking.
Cause I feel my eyes close in the rain
And my head just keeps moving each time
When the drops hit the ground with their rhyme.
Memories washed out with the flow
I fee I am intoxicated
When the things start to move so slow
There is nothing more I contemplated
Fall now into me
Arouse my ecstacy
I spread my arms, now I see
All is for taking
I am going to try once more
To dance in the rain till my feet get sore
I fall each time that I seem to try
My head wants me to do it, so I just comply
Grass smells more sweet now
I am swallowing in the rain
I will do whatever it will allow
Its getting dizzy in my brain
Breathing in the air
Leaving all the care
Its in the clothes I wear
Or the rain is just faking.
Mark Of The Damned
I won't let you take the part of me
That suffocates by the demon inside
I will break my heart apart from you
Decadently corrupted it has died.
Take your breath away from my face
Pain neither stops nor dulcifies
No healing comes from your embrace
It kills my will and horrifies.
I'm the corrupted
My heart's been pummeled, deformed
And I know how I was formed
I have the mark of the damned.
I won't let my soul reach you
Its stench returns my asphyxia
I will hole the whole of me
Decadently corrupted it has died.
Take your eyes away from mine
Sorrow decays and grows buried
No feeling comes from my shrine
Only the insentinence is carried.
I'm the defeated
My fate's been pummeled, reformed
And I know how I will be transformed
I have the mark of the damned.
That suffocates by the demon inside
I will break my heart apart from you
Decadently corrupted it has died.
Take your breath away from my face
Pain neither stops nor dulcifies
No healing comes from your embrace
It kills my will and horrifies.
I'm the corrupted
My heart's been pummeled, deformed
And I know how I was formed
I have the mark of the damned.
I won't let my soul reach you
Its stench returns my asphyxia
I will hole the whole of me
Decadently corrupted it has died.
Take your eyes away from mine
Sorrow decays and grows buried
No feeling comes from my shrine
Only the insentinence is carried.
I'm the defeated
My fate's been pummeled, reformed
And I know how I will be transformed
I have the mark of the damned.
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