Falling Apart

Falling apart

My childhood, with it, the sweetness gone

The little demands, pranks and innocent arrogance

Goodbye childhood

Falling apart

My friends, with them lots of emotions gone

Times of desperation, happiness in littleness

Friends are left behind

Falling apart

My city, the serene beauty is there no more

The summer sun shines no more, it burns

The winter no longer cools, it freezes

The past is beyond the concrete smoke

Falling apart

My Religion, it spreads love no more

God's own men are out to kill, that is their will

How does one believe in divinity

The Lord hides behind the Atheist

Falling apart

I, my consience. my mind

My peace I cant find I have reached a scary height

My feet balanced in a tower of pride

Is there a way down or am I too high

Where I'm lonely, alone touching the sky

I am your sadist

I might be the baddest

Your affair with me

Just might be the saddest

I am your maddest

Lover your saddest

You lover is with me

He might be the baddest

Age old

Same old story

Age old

Bad love story

Age old

Crying old story

Age old

My love story

I am your darkest

Secret is the baddest

I am the scarface

Who kisses the coldest

Come to me

I might be the saddest

Come to be

I might be the sadist

Come to me

I might be the maddest

I might be the baddest

I might be the sadist

You're loving the saddest

A Life That's Amazing

Drooling, roll off, skipping, one step gathering some ground

Gay boy, tripping, skipping, one step grabbing the painted wall

Home coming

Home coming

Drunken boy coming home

Drunken boy coming home.

Twinkling car light, honkng, edging past my posh car

Screeching, front wheels, cool breeze feeling so nice on my face

Home coming

Home coming

Drunken boy coming home

Drunken boy comnig home

A night crazy

Head turning dizzy

Feet tapping lazy

A night amazing

Liqourful crazy

Head spiining lazy

Drooling, roll off, sloshing, wading through the dried road

Screeching, car wheels, splashing wine all over the big city

Home coming

Home coming

Drunken boy coming home(Life is amazing).

Drunken boy coming home(Life is amazing).

The Orange wall in my Room

Top corner on the eastern edge

You walk up the stairs and reach my room

The moment you enter your heart melts in sadness 

My room finishes soon.

Walls with hanging pictures of a few dead men

Their lives ended in one common ending

The end was earthly from the grail in the golden glasses

Or from God's strong cigerette.

Mistory

We're only stealing free time

We're lost forever this time

There's no escaping this time

They chase scampering I'm.

So edgy it gets and so tricky it is

This has got to be the moment to run across the bridge

Lose your trail

Break the lock

Overbridge.

We're nursing problem big time

We're crunching free thin life time

We're hanging for our dear life

Find our souls lost its not fine

So scary it gets and such a thrill chill it is

Everybody holding their hearts between their teeth

Lose your trail

Deadlock

Overbridge.

With every passing day, I get frustrated by the thought that one life time is not enough for you to unravel the mystery of the twisted path and reach the centre-point of your mind. Time chases you every moment and you run hard, out of your breath and in the end find yourself in front of the door and as your reach out for it, death takes you away to another plain........

And the door remains unopened.

Dream of the Future

The nation grows

Swelling in size

We call it the big bang

A nation with two hands

Holding billions of heads

Studded with eyes

Half of them are dreaming

Of liberation from the dark

The other half

Wearing masks of paper

Made out of torn 500 rupees

And I stand on a third plain

Watching this melodrama

Great saga.

To The Nights - Salud

The rise of a black smoke
Like a wicked witch with glowing eyes
And casts a spell
On the men in the ground
The suffocation makes the situation grim and the room sultry

And a burning smell and bursting of small seeds from the heat of the fire
A thirsty throat wanting no water and enjoying a rare punishment
And the master tuning the guitar, his head down and eyes watery out of smoke in a closed room
A blend of red and yellow light flowing out of a Che' lamp
And the sharp sound of a slider on the base end of the 1st string charring the nerves
The poison reaches the alveoli and passes on to the blue blood
And it feels like the entire inside is surrendering to the clutches of a black widow spider