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

Bland Food

Black sky

White Moon

It cant stop smiling

It covers its face

Hides its grace

And draws a pillow of dark clouds

And makes a serious face

I walk on a footpath looking up

I am crossing a bridge

My eyes soothed by moonlight

I'm singing a song

Dont remember which one

But the tune is the one I like

Its an urban winter night

I feel the chill

I dont know if its the Siberian wind

That reaches till this red dressed city

My hands in pockets pretty cold

And I shiver but it feels good

Dawn kisses the east

Sucks the dew from its lips

Unfolds it collection of Gold

And cuts the fog in two

And I'm trudging towards dust.

Can you leave me alone for somtime please.

Its sad.

Last Rites

Pale body, slowly grounded
A lump of innocence before me
For the girl,the last rites performed
The mother retreats, she cant see

The corpse put on a rail,
The last cries deafen me
Uplifted,The clank of the metal grill
The howl of fire, a caller of death, rising

Slowly, her body lowered
A white dress changes colors
From white to red, then blinding gold

Groaning cries, a feel of nausea
Ashes cooled holy

I Am Sorry

There is a dark black past that I have
I name it child criminal
I was brutal and I murdered a kid
And buried in a place unknown.

There is a dark bloody past that we have
We call them child criminals
We have stained hands from blood of kids
Whom you cant find no more.

They cried inside and begged mercy
To be free but we took no pity
We had our own fuckin’ selfish dreams
Enough to start a killing spree.

There are dead, pale-faced kids in us
With dark grey dry thin lips
I can see a tinge of smile that they have
Waiting for us to be killed

Who'll kill us is the fear we have
Coz we are a mighty big race
If you stand before a true mirror
You’ll see your slayer's face.

We are dead men looking at the sky
As we rest on the ground in silence
A grey kid slowly walks over us
As he throws on us some clay.

Mind Strain

Saturday night singin' the blues tonight
Its a rich posh pub
Southern Kol
Street the way it is the place to sway
And with your girl in arms
Heavy dose

Kol Kut

Cap Tull

Brit Age

Now Not.

Marxist lanes left ahead 'f the u turn
Free sex right in the back seat of the new car

Eastern
No car
Prosper
Banned word

Painted walls within the city in war
And dead faced people
All around
Street 's the way of dirty filthy gays
And big bombs planted
Heavy blow.

Comrade

Mind fade

Big Bridge

Big breast.

Common boy walking the path one night
With his girl by side
Lover duo
Pray to God that their world be small
Devoid of heart choke
Painful fall

The Beatles Were Yesterday

Oneday, I'll wake up and run away
From the steel and bricks of the world
From the grey, and smoky dusty gloomy ways
Oh I will rise and run away


One fine day, I will wake up in lush greenery
And I'd be pleased oh wont I be
And I'll be bathed in golden yellow warm sun rays
Oh I will walk in the dew soaked clay

Muddy lanes, in my childhood I would go there and play
Oh I so loved to play with friends
Funny pranks, with them I would love to play
And I remember some funny games.

And once truly, I swear I'll fall in love one day
And get on a boat "ahoy" set sail
In blue waters, with my love for the long, long day
Oh I will love her for one day

And now today, I try to be somewhat happy
But I try and still cant be merry
Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away
Oh I believe in yesterday.

The last lines are taken from

the song Yesterday by the Beatles.

Money-Sex Reality and No return

I slowly faded out as I stood by a river

With heads flooding in like waves downstream

Sweet sweet perfumes like berries they smell

And pockets full of paper, they were green

Huey, Dewey, Louie were my friends

Huey, Dewey, Louie were my friends

Scooby Dooby Doo are lost days

Gold morn insane.

I slowly faded out into the garden of Eden

When eyes deep blue made me sleep

Sweet fruits red painted were hanging from trees

Love juices dripped from my soaked lips

Huey, Dewey, Louie came not again

Huey, Dewey, Louie and me are still friends

Scooby Doobey Doo bygone days

Gold morn insane.

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)

May Souls Rest In Peace

Jim I search for your trails


My attempts to go back to that yellow room fails


Often haunted by your voice



I wake up in the dark four walls, as if I heard that old noise



Hey waiter.....my mood s a lil grim



A large whiskey with a lil Jim

A Hi-pitch sound catches me, my heart seems to bleed


My chest is dry, a howlish cry, Are you there,Syd


The number seven, Is it from heaven, It comes after six


To end the dark, I see a spark and eternity







I'm laid

Bullied

Dreaming

Cobain

You see I'm slain


Outside rain

Barren

Mind-strain

Buried

You see I'm slain



See dark

An ark

Riding

A Skylark

Are you in pain



It might be

Heavy

I ll go down

The drain

Boy, aint no pain in your Heaven?