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.

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

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

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.