There is a hole in my heart.
You can listen to be sure of it.
There is a line on the wall.
Bubbles of the fall is you.
I wanted to see it all.

Take a look around.
There is no one in sight of you.
The only man who
Listens to your plans is me.
And now is not true.

Out in the cold.
You are alone of the things you say.
Calling your name.
In a desolate land.
I can hear you in my pain.

There is a hole in my heart.
You can listen to be sure of it.
There is a sun in the sea.
You can see it with me.
If you wish.

Don't walk away.
Just help me to bed.
Will you?
Selling words of love.
Not to be loved is me.

Sing a song.
I will rhyme it to the crown
For you.
The love is dead.
Its all I have to say.

And there is a hole in my head
For you.
The love is dead.
There is a hole in my head
For you.

I WANT TO BE FREE

Locked up in a thought
of loving you more.
I was walking to a place
which I had known before.

I placed my steps with care.
Love was flowing through the air.
Can I hold on my desire
to be beside you every hour?
The answer to it only you would care.

So I reached my destination
slowly made my progression.
Afar, I saw you.
you couldn't see me in that haze.
But in my gaze I could see my future
entangled in sudden rapture.

Comin' closer to you,
gave the sweetest smile.
Which could turn lead into gold.
Melt the stone which I behold.

You came upto me in the alley,
I thought I was in the valley with you
and a river flowing down
making a picturesque tale of our love.

You spoke to me,
I could only listen.
I had to make a choice now,
which would decide my future.

So I said to her.
I cannot be here beside you forever.
I am a traveller.
I want to know this world a little better.
I want to be free
I want to see.
Things people dream only.
I cant change.

Love was a gift to us
to share it with you
was my life's first.
But lord knows why I can't change.
the feeling inside me is to blame.

Don't take this too badly
I will still love you
And I will be back in this alley.

Make me happy before I go.
smile to me once,
with not tears in your eyes
Love me once more when the time arrives.

Now I have to go
To a place where no one knows.
It's my destiny,
To know.

CHILDHOOD

Take me back to the place.
In my childhood where I could rest,
Upon the fields of grass,
Watching the heavens up above.
Dewdrops on the leaves seemed so sweet.
To linger on them, it would please.

Days were sunny, full of laughter.
Nights were starry in the winter.
To watch the trees in the glare,
I would just stand and stare.
Beautiful was the life of my childhood.
In between everybody’s care and brotherhood.

This life, I cherished the most.
Till one day, the child I had known had grown.
So he could be left alone
In this world of unknown.
This child who was never alone.
Was told to fight his battles all alone.

Now it seems a fantasy,
That it was so easy.
In my childhood, to get what I loved,
From those whom I was loved.

I look back and think.
I should provide a beautiful childhood,
To another of my breed.

If I had only one wish.
Choosing my childhood, I cannot resist.

TILL THE MORNING LIGHT

I need a special place,
Where I can find some rest.
To waste the time with me
I need somebody free.
Learning from my wrongs again.
Wait till the starting ends.

To be or not to be
I need somebody free.
To incline in my soul.
You shouldn’t be alone.




Come out, come out
Wherever you are.
We need to party.
As I am here.

Day is over,
Night is young.
You need to party
As we have come.

Let’s dance to the music.
Let’s face the air.
Shake your body.
As you don’t care.

Come around, come around, and go around now.
We will party through the night.
Along the neon lights, shinning bright.
In the party tonight.

We will party till the dawn arrives.
We will party till the morning light.
We will party till the dawn arrives.

Let’s dance, let’s dance.
Let’s groove to the music.
Free yourself and ease with flair.

Sweat and dance,
Burn this place to the ground
Just don’t walk away
From this crowd.

We gonna party till the morning light.
We gonna party till the dawn arrives.
We gonna party till the morning light.

Don’t just stand there, just groove in the air.

Don’t be down, we are all high
In this night, we will shine bright.
We all gonna fry till the morning light.

Till the morning light.
Till the dawn arrives.

Groove to the music.
Shake to the music.

Like you don’t care
Like you don’t care
Like you don’t care

ONE

One has come.
One is here.
One to run to.
One to cry to.
One to love for a thousand years.
One to die for.
One to cry for.
One to love for a million years.

One is here

One is going down the only road of life.
one is going to die, sometime.
One is here.

One has fears, he came near to a tear.
One has none to call dear.

One is playing with all people lying.
One is singing to all folks dancing.
One is crying to all men mourning.

One is to be loved by you.
One is to be hated by you.

One to run to.
One to cry for.
One to love for a million years.

One is here.
One is here.

One is to be loved, if he is sane.
One is to be hated, if he goes insane.

One can speak, remember the past.
One can write and print it with trust.

One is here.
One has come to the end of the song.

One is found guilty of humane feelings for you.
One is to be hanged for humane feelings for you.

I AM THE 'ONE' I THINK SO.

A SIMPLE THOUGHT

Through the tumultous past of my life.I reached the conclUsion to make my proposition clear, before commencing on with further writings(thoughts).That Life leads to different paths, which we follow to leave us to a place, where nobody helps us to understand that half of our lives has been spent recollecting the facts of our lives straight.And then it starts to fulfill the slow demise of the tranquil regions of our minds and souls.

DESIRE FOR PLEASURE

Like the flames of the fire, engulfing with desire.
Like the streams of the river, flooding with desire.

She sits in the corner of the room, with a face of a flower.
I call her again in numbness of the flames and of the streams,
They mix crying, “pleasure” in the chain of surroundings unfolding before me.

Like the water on the petal, she slides down on her mantle.
Like the flower in the fields, she quickly yields.

The calling for the sensation have to wait.
Because the older the work, the feelings get wet.

Anytime, we may realize that which is near future.
Then we can feel for the first time, what is like to be in the future.

We are in the future! The numbness runs through our entire soul.
And the gardener sprinkles from the hose pipe on the flower to do a soul.

The future and the futuristic thoughts are the past of the present now.
The hope for not for the last or least is the part of the present now.

Like the painting on the wall, she sits on my fall.
I say to her, “I can but it’s all”.

She moves and leaves from the corner of the room with the face of a flower.
I call her again, in pleasure “lets have it all again” with desire.