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.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Monday, November 5, 2007
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.
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.
Monday, October 29, 2007
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.
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.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
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
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
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
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.
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.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
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.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
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.
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.
Saturday, June 2, 2007
HOPE
I have a beautiful dream.
The dream is specially nothing especially of thee.
The time has been soon to be to know,
How soon is now?
I am the fire to be burning of desire from life.
Things that I say, things that I do,
Are specially nothing especially of thee.
Feel the things moving in your life.
It cannot move but its right.
The desire is full in my nature.
The deliverance is granted to be gained.
I am going to the place,
Where my soul beckons to free my mind,
Of the insignificant life from which I need deliverance.
Mysteries of life unsolved come as a sensation to the world,
No need of them in my life when deliverance has been gained.
The dream is specially nothing especially of thee.
The time has been soon to be to know,
How soon is now?
I am the fire to be burning of desire from life.
Things that I say, things that I do,
Are specially nothing especially of thee.
Feel the things moving in your life.
It cannot move but its right.
The desire is full in my nature.
The deliverance is granted to be gained.
I am going to the place,
Where my soul beckons to free my mind,
Of the insignificant life from which I need deliverance.
Mysteries of life unsolved come as a sensation to the world,
No need of them in my life when deliverance has been gained.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
LOST
I can’t find my way home.
It is the silence of the stone.
And I am here all alone.
See the leaves they are falling.
See the birds they are flying.
I can’t find my way home.
Is it here I am living?
Life is dead but moving
You are still down in my heart.
Sucking life in each grasp.
I can’t find my way home.
Will I die all alone?
Can’t u find my way home?
Then I can reach my way home.
Sleep in the earth.
Live down my path.
Feel the love.
Kiss the love.
Live the love.
I can’t find my way home.
It is the silence of the stones.
And I am here all alone.
I can’t find my way home.
Will I die all alone?
What’s the use of calling you?
You are not there, maybe me too.
It is the silence of the stone.
And I am here all alone.
See the leaves they are falling.
See the birds they are flying.
I can’t find my way home.
Is it here I am living?
Life is dead but moving
You are still down in my heart.
Sucking life in each grasp.
I can’t find my way home.
Will I die all alone?
Can’t u find my way home?
Then I can reach my way home.
Sleep in the earth.
Live down my path.
Feel the love.
Kiss the love.
Live the love.
I can’t find my way home.
It is the silence of the stones.
And I am here all alone.
I can’t find my way home.
Will I die all alone?
What’s the use of calling you?
You are not there, maybe me too.
Friday, May 25, 2007
SUN,ME 'N' TREE
Sun is crying over me.
The winds are muttering.
Can u see?
I am loving u.
Can u feel?
Feel it crying down the tree.
The love is dying into me.
Sun is crying next to me.
Sun is crying next to me.
Do you feel all right about it?
I feel a little raged.
Sun is crying in the tree.
I am living life as it is.
Love is not for me.
I have lost it with the pain in the tree.
Sun is moving over me.
Is it dark? And can u see?
Sun has died with me.
Inspired by KORN
The winds are muttering.
Can u see?
I am loving u.
Can u feel?
Feel it crying down the tree.
The love is dying into me.
Sun is crying next to me.
Sun is crying next to me.
Do you feel all right about it?
I feel a little raged.
Sun is crying in the tree.
I am living life as it is.
Love is not for me.
I have lost it with the pain in the tree.
Sun is moving over me.
Is it dark? And can u see?
Sun has died with me.
Inspired by KORN
Thursday, May 24, 2007
PAIN-2
I will cry when it is in need.
I think I see the winds flowing in the fields.
I know that u see me lying in the fields.
Is it true? What I came to know?
Is it right to come out in the night.
I CAN’T HELP!!
I CAN’T HELP U!!
I CAN’T HELP U NOW!!
Lie down in the earth.
See the trees and live the fight.
You are not meant to be on the side that’s winning.
I can’t remember the words which I said to u.
You can feel the sound of the rain, lying down in pain.
Leave Those Words!! I can’t be seen.
Look on the edges of the broken knife.
See your reflection in sight.
And leave the job to me.
I WILL HELP!!
I WILL HELP U!!
I WILL HELP NOW!!
Come on its time to go.
NEEDLESS TO SAY I WILL MOURN.
Inspired by Hey Joe
I think I see the winds flowing in the fields.
I know that u see me lying in the fields.
Is it true? What I came to know?
Is it right to come out in the night.
I CAN’T HELP!!
I CAN’T HELP U!!
I CAN’T HELP U NOW!!
Lie down in the earth.
See the trees and live the fight.
You are not meant to be on the side that’s winning.
I can’t remember the words which I said to u.
You can feel the sound of the rain, lying down in pain.
Leave Those Words!! I can’t be seen.
Look on the edges of the broken knife.
See your reflection in sight.
And leave the job to me.
I WILL HELP!!
I WILL HELP U!!
I WILL HELP NOW!!
Come on its time to go.
NEEDLESS TO SAY I WILL MOURN.
Inspired by Hey Joe
Saturday, May 19, 2007
THIS IS NT COMPLETE DNT READ PLS!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday morning,sunday morning,sunday morning.
Waking up in the queue of life,sleeping through the dark night.
Waking up to see its just the morning light playing games at sight,
thought of Summer as my peak but it was a wintry morning,
so its late now almost 8:18. I have to run to fetch some Honey.
Sunday morning,its my sunday morning, sunday morning.
Sitting in the place by the fire thinking of the yester years of desire.
Thinking of how time passes by,
looking down the lane i see beneath a tree a man talking to a rose which is going to bloom.
Sunday morning,sunday morning,sunday morning.
Waking up in the queue of life,sleeping through the dark night.
Waking up to see its just the morning light playing games at sight,
thought of Summer as my peak but it was a wintry morning,
so its late now almost 8:18. I have to run to fetch some Honey.
Sunday morning,its my sunday morning, sunday morning.
Sitting in the place by the fire thinking of the yester years of desire.
Thinking of how time passes by,
looking down the lane i see beneath a tree a man talking to a rose which is going to bloom.
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