one day we all will be dead,
till then we all are living
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Saturday, March 24, 2007
Come again
Sitting inside the coffee shop I could hear her come.
Soon could I smell the typical smell she comes with.
So intoxicating, so life giving is the smell…
Or could be some kind of an aphrodisiac.
No more could I resist. Stood up and started walking towards the door.
Yes she was outside. People were going mad.
Since she was all they were longing for.
Prayers have been heard. Wishes had come true,
Dry barren lands will soon give birth to a new generation of crops.
Evil will be washed away.
Umbrellas will come in use. Trousers will be folded to walk on the streets.
Kids will be splashing in puddles of fun
What fun to stand in the middle of the street and get drenched in the firstdrops of rain coming your way.
Soon could I smell the typical smell she comes with.
So intoxicating, so life giving is the smell…
Or could be some kind of an aphrodisiac.
No more could I resist. Stood up and started walking towards the door.
Yes she was outside. People were going mad.
Since she was all they were longing for.
Prayers have been heard. Wishes had come true,
Dry barren lands will soon give birth to a new generation of crops.
Evil will be washed away.
Umbrellas will come in use. Trousers will be folded to walk on the streets.
Kids will be splashing in puddles of fun
What fun to stand in the middle of the street and get drenched in the firstdrops of rain coming your way.
Rain
Lifeless did turn into life,
With the first drop of the rain.
Grey clouds were draining the river to earth,
Don't know why.
For whom
Who knows.
Standing in the middle of the street,
I got drenched.
Washed my sins away,
With the first water from the sky.
With the first drop of the rain.
Grey clouds were draining the river to earth,
Don't know why.
For whom
Who knows.
Standing in the middle of the street,
I got drenched.
Washed my sins away,
With the first water from the sky.
Friday, March 9, 2007
Why
Two years spend in fog and grey
Takes from me my shine away
Someone something needs to come my way
Give me the reason and tell me why.
Why to see the unseen sun
Why to praise the shallow moon
Why to believe in the cat on my lap.
Or should I just rub myself to the grinding stone.
Or should I just feel being a stone.
Every feeling will be on high.
No more my eyes will ever cry.
Believe me or you may not
Fighting with shadows is not my game
To fight they have to have faces
To win they have to have faces
To lose they have to have faces
Hope I get my face back
Hope I get my shine back
Takes from me my shine away
Someone something needs to come my way
Give me the reason and tell me why.
Why to see the unseen sun
Why to praise the shallow moon
Why to believe in the cat on my lap.
Or should I just rub myself to the grinding stone.
Or should I just feel being a stone.
Every feeling will be on high.
No more my eyes will ever cry.
Believe me or you may not
Fighting with shadows is not my game
To fight they have to have faces
To win they have to have faces
To lose they have to have faces
Hope I get my face back
Hope I get my shine back
Thursday, March 8, 2007
On the edge
Sitting with one foot dangling down my own grave,
Watching the stars in the starry sky.
I decide to abuse the priest for his sermon
Standing next to the electric chair,
Watching the grin on the jailor's face.
I decide to make love to the woman whom I loved so much.
Holding the railing of the ship about to sink ,
Watching the waves come my wave.
I decide to tell my ex-wife how much I love her.
Living on the edge was my dream.
But I compromised.
But today before I die, I will for once live on the edge.
Watching the stars in the starry sky.
I decide to abuse the priest for his sermon
Standing next to the electric chair,
Watching the grin on the jailor's face.
I decide to make love to the woman whom I loved so much.
Holding the railing of the ship about to sink ,
Watching the waves come my wave.
I decide to tell my ex-wife how much I love her.
Living on the edge was my dream.
But I compromised.
But today before I die, I will for once live on the edge.
AWAKEN
A pebble had been thrown
in the placid lake.
ripples are growing to reach the edge
and die
and you can see the nihilist sitting by the shore
and admiring
or hating
who knows
once again she had broken the law
now she doesn't know
whether she can stop the ripples or not
she's watching with
another pebble in her hand to be able
to start it again if she wants.
it's just fun for her
for me it's awakening
i woke up from a long sleep almost death i would say.
the placid lake have been finally been disturbed.
the nihilist is just watching the ripple to grow and die
in the placid lake.
ripples are growing to reach the edge
and die
and you can see the nihilist sitting by the shore
and admiring
or hating
who knows
once again she had broken the law
now she doesn't know
whether she can stop the ripples or not
she's watching with
another pebble in her hand to be able
to start it again if she wants.
it's just fun for her
for me it's awakening
i woke up from a long sleep almost death i would say.
the placid lake have been finally been disturbed.
the nihilist is just watching the ripple to grow and die
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Is that what we call life
Is that what we call life
My life needs some diturbance,
Or else it's becoming like an old placid lake.
Long forgotten,
Without even a single ripple.
A lake formed when a meteor hit the trunk of earth and
created a dent and over the period water drained into it.
and thus born was the lake,
A lake that stinks of chemicals out of the meteor
which man hasn't been able to decode, as the basic elements are not in our periodic table.
No microorganism can live in it.
All I need is some one to sit on it's bank,
And throw pebbles
And enjoy the ripples.
I'm hoping against all odds that one day a little kid,
Come across the damp woods,
And rediscover me.
My life needs some diturbance,
Or else it's becoming like an old placid lake.
Long forgotten,
Without even a single ripple.
A lake formed when a meteor hit the trunk of earth and
created a dent and over the period water drained into it.
and thus born was the lake,
A lake that stinks of chemicals out of the meteor
which man hasn't been able to decode, as the basic elements are not in our periodic table.
No microorganism can live in it.
All I need is some one to sit on it's bank,
And throw pebbles
And enjoy the ripples.
I'm hoping against all odds that one day a little kid,
Come across the damp woods,
And rediscover me.
Sunday, March 4, 2007
REASON or NO REASON
one day i will scream
one day i will shout
one day i will whisper
one day i will frown
one day i will do all i want to
why not, because thats what i want
one day i will give my opinion
one day people will hate me
one day they will laugh at me
one day they will ask why
one people will think about what i said
one day one man will beleive what i said
that day i will get a reason why.
one day i will shout
one day i will whisper
one day i will frown
one day i will do all i want to
why not, because thats what i want
one day i will give my opinion
one day people will hate me
one day they will laugh at me
one day they will ask why
one people will think about what i said
one day one man will beleive what i said
that day i will get a reason why.
MOCKING SMILE
a mask within a mask,
a smile feeling shy inside it,
a smile that hides all the remorse,
I opened my mask to reveal yet another within it,
Shocked I ripped it to find a faint smile inside the inner mask,
A smile that was mocking on me.
Unknowingly knowing the shock I got from this play of my own faces.
A face that’s always dead,
another that’s most vibrant.
And yet within all this a true face with a mocking smile.
I was getting used to this long forgotten face of mine,
But definitely this smile wasn’t there when last time I saw my maskless face.
Though I never realised when I put on the masks.
One by one.
I’m a bit sceptical to meet people with this mocking smile of mine,
How they may take it,
Will they laugh,
Will they hate,
Will they love.
How does it matter what people may think about me,
Whats important is that I’m knowingly hating it
and unknowingly admiring it in the mirror,
I tried to speak to it but my new face won’t budge from that mocking smile.
Few passer-by saw me talking to myself,
found it funny.
I had to stop my dialogue,
since people were finding it funny.
As days passed this smile was getting on to my nerves,
everytime I tried knowing the reason for the smile.
People would embarrass and make me leave things midway.
Time was passing by
More and more was I anxious to know the reason why.
Finally I gave up and talked and talked to the smiling face of mine,
People came and left thinking me to be insane.
Days passed by I was still talking,
People were laughing at me.
Somehow no more was I worried about people around
Everyday surely I would spend some time talking to the face,
I never got an answer back but a slight change of attitude towards me.
No more of mockery but a lively breathing smile.
We forgot about the masks,
We forgot the people,
Or maybe the people forgot us.
No more of my questions,
All I would do is talk to the face,
Days became months
And months became years
I started walking and living with the face.
Life became beautiful,
Days became gorgeous,
Nights became charming,
One day in my room I heard a voice,
Looked around to see a mirror,
and in the mirror saw a me,
no more different from my smile,
as happy as could be,
this time the mirror spoke to me.
Spoke to me about the pain I had given,
the pain when I never spoke to him,
the pain of seeing me embarrassed about being my true self.
and every time I gave him the pain,
He would smile back at me.
a smile feeling shy inside it,
a smile that hides all the remorse,
I opened my mask to reveal yet another within it,
Shocked I ripped it to find a faint smile inside the inner mask,
A smile that was mocking on me.
Unknowingly knowing the shock I got from this play of my own faces.
A face that’s always dead,
another that’s most vibrant.
And yet within all this a true face with a mocking smile.
I was getting used to this long forgotten face of mine,
But definitely this smile wasn’t there when last time I saw my maskless face.
Though I never realised when I put on the masks.
One by one.
I’m a bit sceptical to meet people with this mocking smile of mine,
How they may take it,
Will they laugh,
Will they hate,
Will they love.
How does it matter what people may think about me,
Whats important is that I’m knowingly hating it
and unknowingly admiring it in the mirror,
I tried to speak to it but my new face won’t budge from that mocking smile.
Few passer-by saw me talking to myself,
found it funny.
I had to stop my dialogue,
since people were finding it funny.
As days passed this smile was getting on to my nerves,
everytime I tried knowing the reason for the smile.
People would embarrass and make me leave things midway.
Time was passing by
More and more was I anxious to know the reason why.
Finally I gave up and talked and talked to the smiling face of mine,
People came and left thinking me to be insane.
Days passed by I was still talking,
People were laughing at me.
Somehow no more was I worried about people around
Everyday surely I would spend some time talking to the face,
I never got an answer back but a slight change of attitude towards me.
No more of mockery but a lively breathing smile.
We forgot about the masks,
We forgot the people,
Or maybe the people forgot us.
No more of my questions,
All I would do is talk to the face,
Days became months
And months became years
I started walking and living with the face.
Life became beautiful,
Days became gorgeous,
Nights became charming,
One day in my room I heard a voice,
Looked around to see a mirror,
and in the mirror saw a me,
no more different from my smile,
as happy as could be,
this time the mirror spoke to me.
Spoke to me about the pain I had given,
the pain when I never spoke to him,
the pain of seeing me embarrassed about being my true self.
and every time I gave him the pain,
He would smile back at me.
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