a word when it doth-
wound the heart;
wont a word, but,
be enuf to heal it too.
i am sorry
in a million ways
i really am, but,
will it be enuf to heal u too?
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Monday, December 21, 2009
what is the issue ?sorry i tend to digress...
why do they always make
meters that load the source
a balance that corrupts the holder
a test that can anytime be cracked
why do they always make
constituitions wid loop holes
roads wid potholes
a five year govt with a lot of cripples
why then couldnt they make
castles in mid air
dreams woven from thin mist
atleast they would have made the kids happy
though only for a while
for who is that man
who can walk more than a mile
with happiness in heart spanned???
meters that load the source
a balance that corrupts the holder
a test that can anytime be cracked
why do they always make
constituitions wid loop holes
roads wid potholes
a five year govt with a lot of cripples
why then couldnt they make
castles in mid air
dreams woven from thin mist
atleast they would have made the kids happy
though only for a while
for who is that man
who can walk more than a mile
with happiness in heart spanned???
deservedly impatient!!!
in so many chords, i can
sing to u of my girl
but i still cant span
the shades of my pearl
to string my pearl
i much did try
though in what world
does such twine but lie
so away from her
with memories that reek
of a love torn blur
like a madman i seek
not the pearl, but,
even a fake would do
not the wheel, but just the rut
oh God isnt that due?
sing to u of my girl
but i still cant span
the shades of my pearl
to string my pearl
i much did try
though in what world
does such twine but lie
so away from her
with memories that reek
of a love torn blur
like a madman i seek
not the pearl, but,
even a fake would do
not the wheel, but just the rut
oh God isnt that due?
behind that veil she wore a charming immaturity
and behind those lines
she always hid
a charming cherub of a kid
but no one knew
why she wore a mask
and hid her feelings in a cask
she sometimes squabbled
and she sometimes fought
but in all this a relief she sought
she was in love
that explains a lot
but that was never a reason bought
life is short my dear girl
and a few moments is all you get
so learn to forgive and do forget
she always hid
a charming cherub of a kid
but no one knew
why she wore a mask
and hid her feelings in a cask
she sometimes squabbled
and she sometimes fought
but in all this a relief she sought
she was in love
that explains a lot
but that was never a reason bought
life is short my dear girl
and a few moments is all you get
so learn to forgive and do forget
Life's a stage coach!!!
if not for u, then whom?
this life's a mess,
ain't it mate?
that is, if not for you
but our lives are like stage coaches
driven by horses
ain't it mate
that runs within these race courses
who has them reigns
none knows not
but they do search
all in vain ain't it mate
they all return empty
but heavier than they left
but mate i learnt something
within the confines of these
of these lifeless living
it dont matter who holds the reigns
what matters my mate
what matters in sooth is
who is he that reigns within the coach
a happy man or a sad one
and thats where i fail mate!!!
BRUTALITY NEVER RESTS BUT YOU'VE GOT TO
brutal minds, never will they, sleep
they sit on their seats,
hatchin all sorts of plots
every second, as it each passes by...
vengeance i heard was a two edged knife
that has many a time wounded
the holder himself
every once, as it each passes by...
peace on the other hand is panacea my dear
a little of its balm rubbed across your chest
can heal wounds, deep, and also forever
EVERYTIME, as it each passes by
and in my friendship my dear i can promise you -
a shelter from the brutality of a raging weather...
and for u to peacefully rest, a bed of arabian feather
and mebbe a coffee ANYTIME as you pass by
brutal minds, never will they, sleep
they sit on their seats,
hatchin all sorts of plots
every second, as it each passes by...
vengeance i heard was a two edged knife
that has many a time wounded
the holder himself
every once, as it each passes by...
peace on the other hand is panacea my dear
a little of its balm rubbed across your chest
can heal wounds, deep, and also forever
EVERYTIME, as it each passes by
and in my friendship my dear i can promise you -
a shelter from the brutality of a raging weather...
and for u to peacefully rest, a bed of arabian feather
and mebbe a coffee ANYTIME as you pass by
Thursday, December 17, 2009
of roles we get to wear
i have a song my dear soul
from a yellowing book i once stole
this life is the best deal i ever had
cos it cost me no penny so i m glad
no penny did i pay for the air that i take
nor did i pay to drink from the lake
for this, it is the best book i ever had
and also cos it cost me no penny so i m glad
now quit worryin about the dresses we wear
cos this life's pains are not one we r supposed to bear
now make merry with what is left of that air
for thats what i think we should only care
from a yellowing book i once stole
this life is the best deal i ever had
cos it cost me no penny so i m glad
no penny did i pay for the air that i take
nor did i pay to drink from the lake
for this, it is the best book i ever had
and also cos it cost me no penny so i m glad
now quit worryin about the dresses we wear
cos this life's pains are not one we r supposed to bear
now make merry with what is left of that air
for thats what i think we should only care
Me and Myself
Within the confines
Of my locked up soul
Lives a creature that dines
Upon my very own whole
So fine a line
Did they draw
Between what was mine
And upon what he could claw
And never did I
Fix a fence between our yards
So forgive me for what meets your eye
Cos i might not be the one holding the cards
Of my locked up soul
Lives a creature that dines
Upon my very own whole
So fine a line
Did they draw
Between what was mine
And upon what he could claw
And never did I
Fix a fence between our yards
So forgive me for what meets your eye
Cos i might not be the one holding the cards
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Why There Is No Gain Without Pain
Its actually a long story. Once there lived five kid Word GOD brothers(which means for the less perceptive amongst you that they were five Word Gods and they were kids and they were brothers). Their names were Stain, Rain, Pain, Gain and Insane. One afternoon after their lunch they all sat down to play in Eden, a game called Man-Man,(a game played by immortals). And it so happened that Stain began to cry all of a sudden, he wailed and said he wanted to be with Rain because he himself being impure wanted to cancel out his vices by teaming up with the pure Rain. God Almighty who was trying to catch some sleep when the game had begun got annoyed and in order to pacify Stain immediately granted an eternal command(much better than a wish) " Let it be as Stain doth wisheth for who doesnt want peace in heaven and hell and earth" and Lo and behold! It came true. Now Pain who was not so beautiful heard about how Stain got his wish come true and she began to cry," I am so ugly,if only I could be with someone who would make people think otherwise" and then she began to cry even louder" I want to be with Gain" God being disturbed again got terribly angry but still He decided let the kids have it as they wish "So let it be forever and now somebody up there, let me sleep" and then He corrected Himself "Down there" and turned to sleep muttering" too much of mortal movies...damn Me!!" The kids now realised that God was really angry this time and they didint want to mess with His siesta once more, so when Insane who complained that he was lonely needed a solution they came up with one of their own. They decided to share him. And so now, Stain got Rain, Pain got Gain and everyone got Insane...!
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