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?

. . .

Modern-age tragedy

This is a song that i wrote after reading one of my gramps political/religious/adventure story entitled "the saints and believers". There, a small village is ruled by a high priest; and his disciples. When a plague breaks out in the village, the saint and his men are the first to run; condemning the villagers to suffer, after blaming the villagers for the cause of the holy wrath that incurred the plague. The village lives through the plague but the residents realize how the holy men had cheated them in various ways through the ages. Even though the village slowly modernizes into a town, after the departure of the saint and his men it slowly but surely turns into an area of mass violence, and reverted faiths.
One boy; is on a mission to change it all; to make the town a better place. this song is supposed to be in his perspective.

Modern-age tragedy

Where have all our emotions gone?

Hearts are rocks; and glance,as cold as ice.

Solace has failed time's test;

Trust, dismissed by hypocrites!

As our life's motto get crucified!

Where have all our morals gone?

A need for vengeance rules the broken mind!

That once was happy, now in in debt;

Through alcohol and cigarettes.

Badges of the souls who got left behind.

Life is not the way, it once was.

We're walking on a different road because;

With working limbs, and with open eyes;

We aren't ready believe fucking lies!

CH:

Our hearts will beat until salvation is found!

Even if its subjected to the whims of fate.

Our world's still turning; our soul keeps burning!

And it won't stop until it's too late!

...

Where have all the cross-roads gone?

The quarrels seem so silent in our brains.

Decisions that once, seemed sublime,

Now, in reality seem crippled and blind.

Those very choices; they drove us stark insane.

Where has all the happiness gone?

As warmth, joy and mirth all disappeared.

Festivals and celebration in sight and sound;

Are decaying six feet underground;

As we try to fix the trust; thats smeared.

Faith is an eternal extortionist.

In an a town where optimism doesn't exist.

And lives are lived without passion or belief;

And that's a modern-age tragedy!

CH:

Our hearts will beat until salvation is found!

Even if its subjected to the whims of fate.

Our world's still turning; our soul keeps burning!

And it won't stop until it's too late!

...

I really like you

A song that I had written in class 11. It was supposed to be a favor; but was unused. Its about a boy who really likes a girl but is not sure if its something serious or not. He is hesitant of telling the girl that he likes her because they are friends, and the disclosure of the fact that he likes her, can jeopardize their friendship(better word, 'buddyhood') but the emotions are taking a toll on him, and he can't keep quiet for any longer. Enjoy...

I really like you

There is a corner in my mind,

That's screaming out your name;

I'd say that I feel paranoid;

And you're the one to blame.

'Coz ever since I saw you sit, 

On the front bench of our class;

My brain is jangled up because;

I have a question to ask.

CH:

You may say that we're better off friends;

Well, I don't really mind.

My head and heart is bursting up;

With this feeling I've confined.

It maybe just a crush or infatuation;

It might be true love, too.

I wont rack my brains anymore,

I'll just say that I really like you!

...

We hang around a lot in school;

But at home; I miss you.

I waste my time all day and night;

thinking of the things you do.

I've been with prettier girls before;

But your abilities are discreet.

'Coz every time you smile at me;

My heart; it skips a beat!

CH:

You may say that we're better off friends;

Well, I don't really mind.

My head and heart is bursting up;

With this feeling I've confined.

It maybe just a crush or infatuation;

It might be true love, too.

I wont rack my brains anymore,

I'll just say that I really like you!

...

BREAK:

I feel like such a weird creep;

When I dream of you in my sleep.

(aaaah!!!)

I try to flush your thoughts; instead,

Your thought eats up my defenseless head!

(I hope you don't mind)

It's not that I don't want your buddyhood;

I find your company really, really good!

(believe me!!)

But this feeling's parasitic; and if I may,

I'm gonna throw it out this very day!

(I hope you won't mind)

CH:

You can say that we're better off friends;

Well, I wouldn't really mind.

Because my head and heart is bursting up;

With this feeling I've confined.

It maybe just a crush or infatuation;

It might be true love, too.

I wont rack my brains anymore,

I'll just say that I really like you!

...

:P

JUST TELL HER! moron...