I wake up every morning
take a shower sip on coffee
while I wash my toast
down with headlines
(my my)
then I slip into some formals
drive head into the city unkind
(o yeah)
it's a new day at my desk
a new efficiency test
to learn catching up
with darned deadlines
(you bet)
to get a jazzy perk I call
a jerk with the smirk, a great mind
(hell yeah)
what a life I fare
a pipe dream I dare
got to reach up there
wouldn't you tell me please
where ?
such a nasty snare
illusion and despair
would I reach up there
Do I look if I
care ?
- ROFL :D ! I was trying my hand at songwriting and this is what came out !
Think I should shove some riffs & licks into it ...and complete my delusion
of being a composer ! :D
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Jaded
Wish I had life
that of a shadow
born in the daylight
die in the dark
there in your park
a vaporous sight
my breaths are shallow
cuts like a knife
pain is a rife
bring on the gallows
there's nothing to fight
nothing to mark
that of a shadow
born in the daylight
die in the dark
there in your park
a vaporous sight
my breaths are shallow
cuts like a knife
pain is a rife
bring on the gallows
there's nothing to fight
nothing to mark
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Talking to self
Drop dead
from the hills of sadness
Drop dead
into sea of madness
Drop dead
with a blanked out mind and
Drop dead
along the sands of time
Hold on
to what you hold as dear
Hold on
you got to make it clear
Hold on
you better think about it
Hold on
until the lights break out
from the hills of sadness
Drop dead
into sea of madness
Drop dead
with a blanked out mind and
Drop dead
along the sands of time
Hold on
to what you hold as dear
Hold on
you got to make it clear
Hold on
you better think about it
Hold on
until the lights break out
Crayon Skies
Studded minefields
a treacherous heaven
battletank joyrides
A K four seven
Dried up bread
and empty canteen
oh ! what a paradise
sure it has been
Silence pouring
from innocent faces
gazes boring
in hopeless traces
with leaden eyes
they're asking, why
there's crimson blood
on crayon skies ?
(dedicated to the children of war torn regions)
a treacherous heaven
battletank joyrides
A K four seven
Dried up bread
and empty canteen
oh ! what a paradise
sure it has been
Silence pouring
from innocent faces
gazes boring
in hopeless traces
with leaden eyes
they're asking, why
there's crimson blood
on crayon skies ?
(dedicated to the children of war torn regions)
Monday, September 17, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
What's missing ?
It's really been some time since I posted here last. Friends keep on telling me to do some justice to my blog and.... they are right too.
But..... I don't know !! something is not clicking ...and it's not just the mouse.
You may smile if I tell you, that my last post.... was barely two day's work... from the thoughtprint to (in)completion. There was something which was not letting me sit peacefully.... until I (un)finished it. :)
It hasn't happened again ....as yet. May be 'that' was a one time illness, may be my scientifically proven & ISO Certified laziness has taken over, may be I have set the touchstone too high ..... or is it that, may be I have strayed away from my internal melancholy ?
I wish the reason was known .... or, on second thoughts, would it really help ?
Will I be able to write something worthwhile (to me) again ?
->V<-
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Unfinished .....
Late, one chilly winter night,
the stars were all asleep
and moon had snuggled cozy,
in the covers of cloud, deep
Air laden with droplets of mist,
too tired to keep a flow
it's eyes brimmed with promises,
of the impending fall of snow
walking down an alleyway,
on a street of cobblestones
with a hard day of toil,
taking toll on my aging bones
came upon a silent cottage,
sitting gray around the block
stained with pigeon droppings,
n' decades of weather's mock
straining thru' a frosted pane,
the candle's light was dim
silhouetted against one wall,
was a figure, seeming grim
in hushed tones of agony,
she was chanting on a prayer
with a voice so perturbing ,
like an ocean of despair
the words not all that clear,
but I could make out this much
her child was mortally ailing,
devoid of a hope, as such
pleading God for mercy,
as only a mother could've done
offering her own in return,
for the life of her little one
before I could hear any further,
the clock-tower struck twell'
flashing me back to my world,
that sound like an eerie knell
though stung by fangs of sadness,
I quickened my dreary pace
had things to do before dawn,
to be ready for a new rat race
that night was awfully long
and my efforts to rest were in vain
all I could think next day was,
her helplessness and her pain
- At this point, I dint know whether to give it a sad ending or a
happy one....or leave the end to the reader (as if anyone bothered :) )
and finally decided to leave it here itself.
->V<-
Late, one chilly winter night,
the stars were all asleep
and moon had snuggled cozy,
in the covers of cloud, deep
Air laden with droplets of mist,
too tired to keep a flow
it's eyes brimmed with promises,
of the impending fall of snow
walking down an alleyway,
on a street of cobblestones
with a hard day of toil,
taking toll on my aging bones
came upon a silent cottage,
sitting gray around the block
stained with pigeon droppings,
n' decades of weather's mock
straining thru' a frosted pane,
the candle's light was dim
silhouetted against one wall,
was a figure, seeming grim
in hushed tones of agony,
she was chanting on a prayer
with a voice so perturbing ,
like an ocean of despair
the words not all that clear,
but I could make out this much
her child was mortally ailing,
devoid of a hope, as such
pleading God for mercy,
as only a mother could've done
offering her own in return,
for the life of her little one
before I could hear any further,
the clock-tower struck twell'
flashing me back to my world,
that sound like an eerie knell
though stung by fangs of sadness,
I quickened my dreary pace
had things to do before dawn,
to be ready for a new rat race
that night was awfully long
and my efforts to rest were in vain
all I could think next day was,
her helplessness and her pain
- At this point, I dint know whether to give it a sad ending or a
happy one....or leave the end to the reader (as if anyone bothered :) )
and finally decided to leave it here itself.
->V<-
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