Questions

I'm just a shadow,

Hidden behind the crowds,

For normal can't see me,

For we all hide something,

Something sinful to self,

For no one is without a past,

Some run from it,

Some love it,

Some stop,

Some just go on,

That's how things go,

Personal gains and greed will be there,

What is life?

Ask yourself

What is religion?

Is it a greed to have heaven or something else?

What are self morals?

Lost are all,

Everyone wanders around,

Some flow the flock in godly land,

Some choose their to live on their own,

For I love being a shadow,

Still there but not there. . . .

Lone

For u urself can handle that pain you bear with you for now,

No relief can be provided through others' words,

We all are alone at the end of the day,

Laying with self in pitch black darkness,

But who knows the inside hold much a darker side,

Surrounded by masked people who were forced to wear by society,

A bunch of narrow minded sheeps who think of themselves as shepherds,

For I will run free from these chains,

For I'm bounded to chains for now,

Waiting for my chance,

Everything or nothing people will still blabber,

For it is on ya to be in the herd or control it. .. .

A hallucinated memory

This one is from my childhood memories,
I was lying on bed down with high fever,
And had taken my medicine with water,
For now I waited for the journey of night to begin,

But  it was gonna to be different this time,
For time on the clock somewhere was,
Past the midnight and before the sunrise,
Me laying on the bed half dead and half alive,

For the journey had now begun,
And soon the hallucinations started taking place,
On the green wall to the left,
A path through forest emerged,
The sound of forest lingered through my ears,

Soon I heard a carriage with horses running past the trees of the forest,
And it traveled through the ether in the room,
The carriage ran through a imaginary path in the ether of the room ,
Looking like fine pink dotted line to line structure with a hint of sweet  smell,

Somewhat not similar to my nostrils,
With carriage stopping its run somewhere around 3 feet away from me,
The driver spoke some words to his mistress,
They some what sounded like "Mam,here is your horse",

And she descended from her carriage with her sweet smell flowed everywhere,
It made me a little dizzy or maybe its was from the effect from the medicine,
The mistress sure looked elegant,more properly like a princess to my eyes,
Mounting her ride,she galloped away back into the forest path through the imaginary path,
To where it came from into the imaginary path,

And with that her that sweet smell faded away,
And my eyes close for its run of the day,
Opening up with the morning rays,
For I could still remember it now,
Hallucination or what it was. . .

Good night

Sleepy dreams you may see,
For it wudn't last for long,
So close ya eyes,
To see this world,
Where everything soon ends,
Whether happiness,saddness or fantasy may take place,
Still it will go away,
For now the moon is hidden behind the clouds,
Breeze flowing for now,
Scattered are the clouds,

Dark as usualis the night,
Maybe evil or silent or both may travel with the night,
Wandered souls that yearn for that peace,
The owl having its usual conversation,
Still having its calming charm,
So good night to you,
For enjoy the show of the night. . . . .

Crap

It is all just a beginning for now,
For I just had a sip of it now,
And lot and lot remain to learn for now,
Crazier does the words get,
For mad mad the world gets,
The things we learn throughout life turns out to be just a illusion,
Those morals which learn turns out to be followed under ideal condition,
Truth gets you more punishments than lies,
Honesty never pays a honest price,
For in the end it is only the power & money counts,

Damn,and yet the society works on moral policing,
Lost are the morals of thyself,
For those goody things that you were taught were just hollow,
For at the end of the day,
There is always some hope in heart,
Don't know about others,
I live with that hope,
Hoping that this madness is no more. . .

^_^

Half awake

A half awake of me remains,
Looking at the windows,
At what it shows,
Laying back to back on the couch,
With my doggy at the door,
To enjoy the rainy time,
A inverter running fan,
A small red light on the switchboard,
And a myna sitting on a wire,
That as far as my eyes can go,
The rustling of the leaves of palm trees,
The water flowing through the pipes,
And the roaring clouds,
Everything providing a environment to relax,
Damn yeah, I like being lazy for now,
For this feel is awesome for now,
Maybe I should let my other half sleep,
So I'm completely asleep. . .

The rain

Let me soaked myself for rain now,
With breezes slowly kissing my body now,
For I close my eyes to feel the rain,
For it sure smell earthly,
Oh clouds,you are my savior,
Saved me when i was sweating from heat,
Spreading your hands of relief to me and others,
Lucky are we,
For your breath provided a soothed relief from the blistering heat,
For let me soak myself in the rain,
To end this heat's reign,
For hustle did the leaves,
Condensed rainwater drop from edges,
The wind chime played along side the wind,
Everything so soothing,
Grumbling are the conversations between the clouds,
And so condensed are the raindrops,
For let me soak myself in the rain,
To feel it myself ,
To welcome the end of heat's reign. . . . .

Classic times

A strange spell casted over me,
For nothing more than classics fascinated me more,
Laying with a empty stomach,
Waiting for my dinner,
That delicious stomach filling food,
Enjoying the classic on the tv,
Pitch darkness out,
For this laying in this illuminated light,
Watching the lame musical ads,
A smile on my face,
Kinda funny are the ol tyms,
When there was no light,
We lay in open,
Under the stary dark sky,
No tension,no worry,
Yet how some things make us realize of the ol tyms,
No inverter,no tata sky,
No jingalala,hahaha,
No broken heart,only bruised wounds,
No money eating prices,
For lovely days they were. . . . .

Journey

With the sun I traveled,
With everything flowing by,
Sitting between the mixture of crowds,
Talking of worldly things,
Me sitting with my guitar and stuff,
Waiting for my stop,
Humid hot is the day,
Wishing it could rain,


Light breeze flowing through,
Maybe just a little rest i want,
From the time i had been spending all along,
Clouds provided some shade from the glittering sun,
With people layin around me half dead,
Swaying to the flow of the bus,
For now my wait goes on,
Waiting to get to my stop. . . . .


The stranded water on the farms drew the picture of the sky,
Like a poster color replication,
For time has now come for sun to set,
For everything was  beautiful to eye,
Slowly now will the veil will be fade away,
Revealing the dark sky,
The winds make now cool down for now,
Ending the glittery sun's run,
For my journey still continue for now,
Till I can finally rest again. . . .


For now the light are lighted up in the bus,
We travel in the dark,
Winds cooled for now,
Just illuminated objects on the road for now,
Music singing in my ears,
A guy keeping the door open,
Some rice laying on the bus floor,
Little for us but more for someone. . .


For I reached finally my stop now,
Sitting on rickshaw,
Heading towards home,
What I can say home sweet home. . .

A beautiful lie

A beautiful lie was all,
Those moments and emotions all went down the drain,
All those words feel like cursed words,
The time spend talking at the night,
Were overflowed words,
I miss your touch so much now,
Your glimpse is what I yearn for now,
Deep inside heart broken I'm now. . .

Dead is my mind now,
Lost the parts of my minds,
For I'm heart broken now,
Wish I could just die,
Cause I can't take it anymore,
Not anymore. . .


For this is enough,
For my emotional limits to hold,
Tears flowing as never ending rivers,
Refusing to dry up,
Wish I could just fade away right now,
For a beautiful lie all it was. . . . .

It rained for now

It rained for now,
My sitting here on my chair,
Thinking a little about me and the world,
A gust of breeze flowing around,
A mixture of yellow and white illuminating my view. . . 


In my dreamy world,
I'm lost now,
Ears turn deaf to world,
For I'm lost in my world,
For my eyes turn blind to the world. . . .


Time flowing by. . . .
Here i'm alone,
Held by my fate,
For I have to live for now,
See the tomorrow day,
Bluff are the words,
Bluff is the world. . . . 


So why worry, the whole world is dead. . .
Blind to the bad,
Deaf to the innocent,
Dead to your pleas ,
For this world is dead. . . . 

Pitiless shadows

Pitiless shadow of innocent former self,
Still lot remain behind these layers,
Harden from those scars and mistrusts,
Yet smile even though,
Every feel that i felt was,
Was a little more than the rest,
Locked up is my former self behind these society doors,
Bounded by chain and lot more. . .

Tales of the night

Night starts with the end of the day,
For most of things had taken place,
Few more to remain,
Everyone headed out to home,
For they yearn for that sweet home sleep,
Stars showed up in their usual places,
Just like normal days,
Silence soon consumes the night,
With silence all around,
Just close your eyes
To hear the sound of the night,
A collection of tick-tocs,
Breathes and insect of the nights and some more,
Each day for they sang the tales of the night,
Till the sun rise. . . . .

A condensed day

There was something I close inside my heart,
Those emotions that wanted to explode,
Enthusiastic yet Unenthusiastic I was,
Contradictory are the words,
To be or to not to be was to be,
Yet I eagerly waited for you in the glittery day,
Lost my judicious brain,
Like made to set upon an open-ended way,
Never ending,just going on and on,
Everything felt cheerful,
Maybe a little cause of you,
So elongated is the wait,
To make my emotions stay in it's place,
If you're reading this,
Please smile,
For this jaunty smile for you may never die. . . . .

Sang

Wid each picking my heart sang with my guitar,
The two became one like connected one,
For my feelings flow through the strings,
Like finger wanna play till it bleed,
So attached is my soul to it,
That I can't live without it,
Connected are we now,
So let us give it a touch of music with emotions,
That can be felt with each strum,
My heart is tied with you. . .
Each beat makes my heart beat. . .

Heartbeat

Heartbeat taking picking up its pace,
Only on the just a thought of you,
A warm feeling take up in the heart,
For those in love can feel that heat,
Dreamy are the words you speak of,
Lost i'm just to hear them off,
Let me have a look into your eyes,
For that is my world,
A kiss to stop my breath,
To just end its run,
Exotic is the feel,
Nothing can take its place,
For you are my world that i can say,
Make me lose myself,
Till i'm in your hands,
At your mercy with my faith,
With each glimpse heart missed a beat,
Feeling a feel that can't be said. . . .

For there is always something

For something there is nothin there,
These nights meant something more than the day,
the words of love hadn't had an unexplained way,
That nothing can define it anyways,
Long I last for these rains,
For nothing seems better than these rain,
Dreamy world i live in,
Love to be lost just to fit in,
The love for the roses of white,
To make me fall it day and night,
Curious for the lust of life,
I feed up it day and night. . . . .

Tired

Tiry tired I'm,
Can't even upheld my head,
A white light cover my eye,
And wind blew fan like fans from heaven,
The bed for looked as my coffin to rest,
Heavy loosely fitted windows are the eyes ,
For it can't hold its place,
For tiry tired I'm ,
My body yearns for night tales,
A lullaby to take me to rest,
To lay me finally to rest. . . .
To dream of the night. . . .

From the eyes of a stray one

Stray from birth,
Born in bunch I'm with my others brothers and sisters,
Yet few will end the span with me,
For this world is cruel that what I see,
You can't stay in one place,
For the world wouldn't want you to stay,
I roam here and here,
Dodging from stones and abuses,
Not successful at dodging at time,
Owned by no one,
Yet owned by the world,
The people say their life is hard,
Live mine,
No roof and no guaranteed food,
Yet I yearn for that slight love,
For a little touch of affection and words,
That what I want,
The motherly earth is my bed,
Here I lay and here shall die,
Unattended and alone,
From Earth I'm formed and here shall I perish like all. . . .