Corridor Doom

Beware you right wing preacher pacifist

You have entered a red zone

Watch out each step as you might not exist

Whereabouts the mines are unknown.

You wont know where the fighters are hiding

They are brutally trained guerillas

In leaves, on branches and trenches they dwell

In a different mould they are cast

They live for seconds

Life is no long dream

They know there is one bullet

To ground them to sleep.

Halt you colorless worshipper of calmness

You feet has crossed the red line

Remember one step might pull you down to a den

And you know you are under your death shrine

You live for seconds

Your life is no long dream

You must know there is one bullet

To ground you into the deep.

Ayan

What really happened that you left us lonely

And walked into a world unknown

Robbed us of your fun and smile and

Left a pile of unturned stones

Ayan

Why you had to bleed?

Where did your road lead, Ayan?

Might be a few long hours till we meet again

It was all good situation

We thought there was pleasure around

Never did we know that a storm was about to rise

To blow us with all its rage disguised

Ayan

A statue on its knees, Ayan

Forever Serenity, and peace

Might be odd long hours till we meet again

Was it a strange decision

What difference does it make

The void created cannot fade no matter

How eagerly I crave

Ayan

No more reality, you are

Figure of sanctity, somewhere

Have got to say a lot when we meet again

For a friend whom I could relate to,

who was a good human being,

who decided to burn out than fade

away, like many others who left

wihout a trace, for us to ponder

upon, for the rest of our lives

Organic Cure

Tired, exhausted and flat on our face
As we keep on running this dumb mad rat race
And wait to move on for bad times to part ways
And build up a rage in a heart in a cage
And wait for time's end


A pack of hope
Raw tobacco
Some dried grass and
A nimble hand
Poor Pizza man
A gold night lamp
A red guitar
And a few rockstars
Some well known songs
In an unknown flat
Two pitch voices
Some string noises
A fire lit
Cerebrum hit
A wicked smell
From a pot from hell
And upside down
World orange and round
And nonsense talk
And nonsense talk
And nonsense sense
And nonsense talk
State zero.
Its dark.
Lights off.
Show over.

Its a pretty nice life we have
Its a merry round world we're in
Its a merry nice life I have
We all fall up....

Fatal Attraction

Nothing comes to my mind

A walk at mid night

Under the street lights

N there's no end to it.

Nothing seems to be right

A walk at mid night

Under the street lights

I want no end to it.

The dust keep coming

I close my eyes

A baby crying

Maybe Scared of no lights.

No sign of any man

Feels like a dead land

Burnt by the street lights

Its the end of our world

But I keep going

To that black zone

It seems to be dragging

Its a black hole.

Nothing comes to my mind

It must be mid night

There are no street lights

It seems never ending.

The Black Cat watched from the Roof

It was the dark lobby in front of my house. It was 15 minutes past ten when I reached home and pushed the gate open and stepped on the lobby,shrouded in a pitch black sheet. The sky looked thick with the fat black clouds which gulped the moon time and again as they passed to the east.The weather was heavy and saturated with moisture which had collected on my face.I carefully watched my steps as I neared the main gate and reached out to press the bell. It broke the silence that had cast its enchanting effect on the entire area. My mom answered and I could hear the sound of the bunch of keys that she must have picked up, and she asked me if she should throw them from the kitchen window. I said I will catch it. Her hands came out and then things froze and within a second my imaginations took over. Those keys were the ones that would be thrown to me to open the gate of success that is in front of me. I must catch it. If I would fail, the keys would drop to the ground and go down the drain of failure. I had to catch it for sure and missing it was not an option. there were a thousand men peeping from windows all around, watching me and praying so that I fail and then they would boo me and show me the ground. I would be chained and put up in a cross and they would throw spears at me, hitting my eye and my genitals. They were experts in hitting targets. then they would set me to fire and feed my roasted flesh to vultures.

The keys were released. I could hear the sound of the metals as they fell. This is my moment. Of breaking a thousand hearts. Of survival against the barbarians. I held by breath. Cupped my hands and zeroed in my vision. The keys dropped. My palms closed. An ending sound. There was cold metal in my palms. I had won. All the windows closed. And the clouds passed and the moon shined on me. A star winked at me. It was Granpa. He was happy as he had won along with me.
I climbed up the steps to go to my room and stood before the mirror. I smiled at the mirror. It smiled back. We both were happy.

The Pink Song

In the evening take a walk


In the smokey roads on the street of Park,


The moon is shining, it lits up you


The roads empty n drenched in dew


And your girl is by your side, n you walk down



The cool breeze kisses her cheeks her arms


Her eyes deep n her soft palms warm


She clings to you n you smell her hair


Her lips are red, a glowing pair


N you see your face, in those eyes



Its hard to leave her


When she waves goodbye


Wish forever that she was by your side



You wake up in the morning blues


Sit in the couch till afternoon


N see her lipstick in your wrist


She s the only thing that you ever missed


N the sun sets down, moments after



N evening comes its time to go


Shes waiting for you at Mayo Road


The night would be forever long


In mushy dreams and all love songs


And you want no morning, there after.

(This poem/song is inspired by the tunes of the Lemon Tree by Fools Garden)