The dream

I closed my eyes last night,
And saw us walking in the pale moonlight
Down the street, with the settling snow,
Looking at the playgrounds, that ain't there anymore.

We could feel the night grow old,
You were looking so beautiful, yet cold.

So, on a subtle note, I drew my overcoat,
Around your shoulder, and began to shiver silently.
And you did understand. So you took my hand,
Your touch, it drowned the chill, oh so perfectly.
So perfectly....

Skipping on the path by the lake side.
Under the stars in a moonlit sky.
Then we sat, on the lake-front bench,
Love was in the air, and we both got drenched.

The barren trees, gave us company,
We listened to them sway, in the icy breeze...

You put your sleepy head, On my shoulders, and said,
"Promise that you'll be there, and never leave me."
And I hugged you to be sure, and my heart felt so secure,
Coz your words, it drowned the chill, oh so perfectly.

Together we'll stand. Forever hand-in-hand.
Against the world that fights and hates so aimlessly.
We'll never let us frown, or let each other down,
Coz we complete each other, like a missing key.
So perfectly...


:)

The singer.

I have no idea what this song is about.

"The Singer:"

A vagabond sits on the grass,

Strumming her guitar.

She pens down all her sullen dreams,

Of sunny days and scars.

She sets aside her wayward thoughts,

And puts them into sound.

And a magic spell enthralls the world,

Spreading all around.

"When trust is broken, 

Life becomes so hard to live.

It's not easy, Its not easy to forgive.

When faith is crumbled,

There's no one you can believe.

Its not easy, Its not easy to forgive."

...

The music seems a piece of heaven,

Like the sun on a winter day.

The soothing essence of her spirit,

Washes tears away.

Her speech; it seems so crisp and clear,

But she hides a solemn frown.

Her image forms her silhouette,

And her voice, it shakes the ground.

She keeps thinking of her troubled past,

As the intensity seems to grow.

Everyone joins in, in a silent applause,

As the words continue to flow.

"When trust is broken, 

Life becomes so hard to live.

It's not easy, Its not easy to forgive.

When faith is crumbled,

There's no one you can believe.

Its not easy, Its not easy to forgive."

...

Her verses paint a picture to her rotten past;

She's still singing.

It serves a stark contrast to all the smiles and joy,

That she's bringing.

All around her, emotions and perceptions,

They ebb and flow.

She'll sit and sing forever, coz she' got no one to meet,

Nowhere to go...

"When trust is broken, 

Life becomes so hard to live.

It's not easy, Its not easy to forgive.

When faith is crumbled,

There's no one you can believe.

Its not easy, Its not easy to forgive."

...

Timefarer

After a long, long time, I've written a song, and been completely content with it.
Feels good to be proud of something you made. :)
Another (kinda)spontaneous composition...

"Timefarer"

He's the Timefarer,

And he's walking away.

As the hills turn to dust,

As the souls kneel to pray.

With tired eyes,

He's walked past joy and demise.

He's the Timefarer,

And he doesn't have a say.

Though he's seen the sun rise,

And kingdoms decay.

He walks alone.

With feelings written on stone.

He remembers every sight and sound.

Of celebrations, and of battlegrounds.

He walks past 'em, and sheds a dry tear.

Swallows his anger, joy and fear.

He Refrains from speaking a word,

As his voice should never be heard.

He knows the balance of bad and good.

And you might think him, misunderstood.

So, may the silence never drop.

And, may the walking never stop...

 ...

He's the Timefarer,

And he's treading on the edge.

Keeping his solemn word,

Of an unspoken pledge.

To carry on;

Through circumstances come and gone.

He's the Timefarer,

And his knowledge is his prize.

He can see the scent of purity,

And pick out the truth among lies.

He travels forth,

To find out what our lives are worth.

He remembers everything he's seen.

Every nook and every corner he's been.

He walks past 'em, and sheds a dry tear.

Swallows his anger, joy and fear.

He Refrains from speaking a word,

As his voice should never be heard.

And he knows that if he would,

We might have to pay in sweat and blood.

So, may the silence never drop.

And, may the walking never stop...

 ...

Ah, whatever. (Stop-start)

Wrote this song in 7 minutes tops, and I don't know what it's turned out to be.

Kind of a mismash of feelings, it flowed spontaneously out of the system, really.

Hope you enjoy it.

"Stop-start"

Stop dead, and I'm loose,

Treading as I snooze,

My destination is too far away.

Resting one last time,

The feeling's so sublime,

Like gelatin in my brain...

A sullen sensation,

Has been building up so long,

I get the feeling, I should yell.

I'm so sick and tired,

And I'm screaming half this song.

It's gonna find its way to hell...

This road's left me to rot,

On this infinity knot.

Where life's an iterating anecdote.

Fearing the unseen,

Chasing blurring dreams,

I'm not sure which one way, I should go...

I've been away right now,

For time frames just too long,

Got a lot to hear and a lot to tell.

Circumstances make me,

Whine out half this song.

It's gonna find it's way to hell...

Ideas in my head,

Burn in my eyes, instead;

Memories add fuel to the flames.

Heart's on overdrive,

But seem so calm outside,

Searching out a detour for blame.

Been swimming in quicksand,

And I'm floating along...

With a thousand notions, to dispel.

My soul's asphyxating;

I'm panting through the song.

It's time to wake up and rebel...

Gonna stop whining now,

'Bout what has done me wrong.

Though its ringing in my head, like a bell.

I think about my road ahead,

And I forget half the song.

It's gonna find its way to hell...

(to hell)

that's me in khajjiar. :)

Things Unspoken...

Another song i wrote for a friend... :)

this is becoming a habit... :D

"Things Unspoken"

I could write down all my feelings;

Or scream them all out at the sky.

Shouting out my luck or misgivings;

But it just doesn't work all the time.

Coz words are words. Sometimes, they aren't enough.

To express my sorrow, joy; my anger, and my love.

What's said by the eyes; or proclaimed by a smile.

Makes this life worthwhile.

I could pen out a million letters;

Or I could sing a thousand tunes.

Yet it wouldn't be any better;

As the heart's voice is always true.

Coz things unspoken, can only be understood;

By the ones who care; and the ones who want us good.

What's said by the eyes; or proclaimed by a smile.

Makes this life worthwhile.

I could write down all my feelings;

Or scream them all out at the sky.

Shouting out my luck or misgivings;

But it doesn't work all the time.

Because I know, spoken language can't describe,

How deep my emotions are, and what I want to hide.

What's said by the eyes; or proclaimed by a smile.

Makes this life worthwhile.

Questions

Another song written recently, called "questions". Composition is ongoing, and its a solo!

hope you like it; enjoy!

QUESTIONS

A thought was screaming in my mind,

And I needed to set it free.

Of fear, that it would drive me blindly,

Into a state of insanity.

"Is my past a dream? Is my future a legacy; foretold?

Is death growing young? Or is life just becoming old?"

The person, I once thought of myself,

Is hiding behind a mask.

My brain keeps questioning everything,

My heart hesitates to ask,

"Are my thoughts real? Or are they grafted on my soul?

Who holds the reins of my brains? Or am I still in control?"

Tell me, please. Someone tell me why;

Everything I've learnt so far seems like a lie.

Tell me, please. Someone tell me, how,

Am I supposed to look at my lessons now..?

Why is the known so accepted,

And the unknown considered frightening?

Why does life seem so small?

Is it 'coz, time flies like lightning?

Why does one become an outcast,

For believing in things differently?

And when will I rest my head in peace?

Having paid my debts in misery.

Tell me, please. Someone tell me why;

Everything I've learnt so far seems like a lie.

Tell me, please. Someone tell me, how,

Am I supposed to look at my lessons now..?

Georgie Porgie

This is a song that I wrote a couple of days back. Its about a popular nursery rhyme character; Georgie Porgie; and his stepping into teenage, and beyond.
Its written in jest but it also has various little messages associated with it.
Enjoy.


Georgie Porgie

"Georgie Porgie, Puddin' and Pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry,
When the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away."


Things were so much better when you were small;
No worries; all that you did was sleep, cry, shit and crawl.
Believe me, those days are dead; and there's no more rest;
Look at the world around you Georgie, let your conscience attest.
You've taken a jump, not an envious one; into maturity,
So Georgie, you would be better off opening your eyes to reality.


Georgie Porgie, Puddin' and Pie, kissed the girls and made them cry,
When the boys came out to play, Georgie Porgie ran away.
But Georgie, listen; let me be clear, you did that when you were little, dear.
The same rules don't apply in the big-bad-world up here, 

it's true...

All the morals that you once learnt are just for show;

Let your dreams break one-by-one, and you'll get to know!

There will be strong disbelief; and a plague of frantic blinking;

But surely, reality will conquer your church of wishful thinking.

I know I make it sound sad and dull, but there'll be joyrides too;

But Georgie; if you don't watch your back, your'e seriously gonna be screwed!

Georgie Porgie, Puddin' and Pie, kissed the girls and made them cry,
When the boys came out to play, Georgie Porgie ran away.
But Georgie, listen; let me be clear, you did that when you were little, dear.
The same rules don't apply in the big-bad-world up here, 

it's true...

Georgie! Hey Georgie! Oh Georgie Runaway;
You should learn to let go of things; after you've got what you need!

Georgie! Hey Georgie! Oh Georgie Runaway;

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger; If your'e ready to bleed!!

Georgie Porgie, Puddin' and Pie, kissed the girls and made them cry,
When the boys came out to play, Georgie Porgie ran away.
But Georgie listen; let me be clear, you did that when you were little, dear.

The same rules don't apply in the big-bad-world up here, 

it's true...

Final Ignition

This was supposed to be the last poem i ever wrote.
It was written in a state of complete disarray and de-motivation.
I was depressed, stagnated, feeling redundant; and was filled with a sea of negative vibes.
But now, that I'm better, I look at this piece, and I silently thank everyone who helped me get through this bad phase in life.
And all I can say, is that I consider this the most beautifully sad piece i have ever written.

FINAL IGNITION (FINAL BOW)

I lie. And I can't move, it seems.

My hope, my faith; all in reams.

Seem to tear apart and ignite,

As darkness appears to have conquered light.

The blood on the floor flows slowly on.

Through thoughts recalled, and memories gone.

Of a wonderful life, that's come to peace,

Of a thousand chances i could not seize.

Like, a love in tatters, gone through hell.

And stories more, I wish to tell.

About a little child, with misty eyes,

Alone, aloof , and scared, he cries.

For he has lost all that he longed.

And when he found, where he belonged,

That magical land returnd to sand;

It vanished from his very hand.

Now, the child lies low on the ground,

His cruel world keeps turning round.

But soon he will, forever sleep,

His desire's alive, but the road's too steep...

The lights in the vicinity,

Never before, looked so pretty.

As now they come to fade away.

As my final bow, is here, today...

Drama queen: greed.

This is a song i wrote recently; about a girl who is very popular; and famous at school. she acts like she has it all. People think she has it all. But...

"Drama queen: Greed"

The stem cell of a fashion magazine;

Treading sharp, and looking clean.

Walking on the street with her nose held high,

She is a certified drama queen!

With her stuffed purse and wardrobe;

She seems like a cash-anorexic hobo!

She shops for bags, shoes and authority,

Until her bank account implodes!

CH:

She's living the posh life little girls dream of;

And believe me; dreaming is safe enough.

Coz being what she is; is hazardous;

To your peace of mind and soul.

So, run away from those jade-eyes;

Or wave all your self-respect goodbye.

Coz in a green flash and the blink of an eye;

She comes; and takes control.

...

Outside; runs her superiority show;

Yet rotting inside, sweet and slow.

And even though she acts so unaware,

She is smarter much; than all you know.

Everything she does hurts our mental being,

Simultaneously, she hurts herself within.

Flaunts her dad's authority, and her grip on society,

Only because she never had real friends.

BREAK:

All she wants is to be heard;

She just wants to be understood.

Try to tell her, that its is not the way;

And she mistakes it for sympathy.

CH:

She's living the posh life little girls dream of;

And believe me; dreaming is safe enough.

Coz being what she is; is hazardous;

To your peace of mind and soul.

So, run away from those jade-eyes;

Or wave all your self-respect goodbye.

Coz in a green flash and the blink of an eye;

She comes; and takes control.

...

A better part of me.

A song that I wrote recently; when i couldn't sleep; at about 3:15 in the morning...

Hope you like it.

:)

"A Better Part Of Me"

I'm trying to close my eyes from,

Such an endless and dreary day.

Into a good night's sleep that would,

Hopefully rub this wariness away.

Sedimented thoughts, in my head,

And I keep losing count of sheep.

My eyes are awake as my mind ticks on;

And I can't seem to go to sleep.

CH:

Why does life, seem so slow?

Yet time ticks by so fast.

Why does joy erase so easily?

While guilt and sorrow, lasts.

I try; but why can't I let go,

Of all these thoughts and memories?

Why can't I just sleep and wake up,

To a better part of me?

. . .

Reviewing mistakes I once made;

Through work done in haste, or left incomplete.

I'd say it's "learning from my past";

But in reality, I'm stuck in it.

The night mocks my insomnia;

The clock ticks surely, to remind.

No matter how much I cherish the present;

It's gonna be the past; I'll try leaving behind.

CH:

Why does life, seem so slow?

Yet time ticks by so fast.

Why does joy erase so easily?

While guilt and sorrow, lasts.

I try; but why can't I let go,

Of all these thoughts and memories?

Why can't I just sleep and wake up,

To a better part of me?

. . .