The House of the King

There is a House In Andheri West

They call it Twelve-O-One

Its mad when you dare to go in there

And you have a whole lotta fun

The king dopes out and makes chicken

Minister Panchu gets stoned

And I, General K, am drowned in a laugh

As if tickled by a fluff

Its future now and nobody lives

A soul roams all alone

The hand and the skull are still there

Remains of days by-gone

End of the Glory Chapter

I am no great poet who can weave his feelings into a stitchwork full of life with a pen and the modern form of papyrus. All I can manage to express at this point is that I am dying this day when I leave this world in Mumbai.

I will be born again tomorrow when I wake up in Calcutta. But that would be a re-incarnation.Throughout my entire next life, I will have hazy dreams about several images of this life. They wont haunt me but it would be an eerie, awkward feeling that I would have inside me when I will think of the Mumbai life that I had.I realize this day that I was in trance for the last three years. In a state of coma, numb about the bigger world around me.

Tomorrow I will be born again but somewhere in me, a mark will remain of the dream life I enjoyed. It really feels awkward now.

Living Alone

Loneliness fills my heart as time passes
by

My saddened heart quietly weeps

Life is tough and shows its folds and tears
fill my eyes

The pain of loss in my heart creeps

Where is my love

I just cant find it

I ended it all

Still I feel for it

I dream of a green
field and friends all around

And I wake up while the world
sleeps

If dream was true and the sky was blue and I
played around

But life has one shade and that is
blue

Only one heart that I have

I cant love so much

A single heart that I have

Cant bear the pain so much

-This is an inspiration from George Harrison's "While My Guitar Gently Weeps"