Finally...Words

I saw her but I didn't see her
While some woman gave a sermon of peace
She was standing next to me
I now wonder Why I couldn't see

I thought of her once again
Sitting on the Edge of the World
And wished her to be there
And it was her voice that I heard

I saw her later on the stage
When she was a backing dancer
Then she reminded me of a song
That I wanted to hear for long

We sat next to a half-empty road
Her head resting on my shoulder
And the stray kisses that she planted
And all I wanted was to hold her

When we walk together
And I take her hand in mine
I know I never wanna let go
And I wish to stop time

A self proclaimed master of words
Now they are hard to come
A feeling few words do justice to
But in time I'll find some

Excuse to Die

He climbed the stony walls
As he planned an escape
This was a home where
He would never set his foot

He climbed the stony walls
To go to the other side
And if he self destructs
Does it count as suicide

If he had the strength
He would put out his own eyes
He didnt want it all
When he saw between the lies

The end is near
There's no reason to try
What he needs is another
Excuse to die

The end is near
Why does he even try
What he's searching for is an
Excuse to die

He was either too weak
Or he was too strong
Stuffed, or Hollow he'd heard
In another tuneless song

He found it in happiness
There were large servings of pain
He saw it as a comedy
It kept him from going insane

He sees the signs of destruction
And he almost sees the end
He cant add to its creation
And doesnt even know when

Fahrenheit 451

Clothed in gray and brown
They formed an imperfect circle
Armed with the fire in their eyes
Reflecting the flame in the centre

They grabbed handfuls each
And waited for the tallest
Who in turn gave no signal
But flung his first from his right

The flame coloured them yellow
And they began awestruck
Pouring their hands over the fire
Feeding the tip of the tongue

Paper burned, immoderately
And they couldnt care less
Of content, type or quality
Only which burned quicker

The Prettiest Girl In The World

I want to write my poems on your hands

To clasp your fingers in mine and never let go

I will dip my hands in paint, green, red, black

And draw pictures and messages on you

I wish to kiss your eyes when they smile

And catch you unaware like I do

That you may lean on my shoulder again

Surprised, happy, closing your eyes to see

I want to take you by your hand and tug

Gently, to throw my arms around you

To bury my face in the side of your neck

And feel your smile in your embrace

To listen to the sound of your laughter

And to pull you close by your shoulder

While you kiss me on mine and tell me

The sensation that lingers for a long time

The prettiest girl in the world

The reasons she's given me to try

My poems written on her hands

My paintings drawn all over her

The Ballad of M and S

-For Absent friends, lost loves, and the season of mists

You are going away so soon
I wish you were here instead
Sitting right now beside me
With these words I never said

Though I could never be so clear
Or be precise or something close
There wasnt a thread of fear
And no time that I chose

And now that you won't be here
With me still thinking about
What can be or could be
And I don't want to be of the crowd

For once, always or last
I wish I knew what to say
And I could still wake up happy
at the dawn of another day

To tell you those words
Or to bid you farewell
To make a small difference
Somewhere in you I'd dwell

Still I take my chance and say
There's a part of you that knows
I want you to be happy,
I love you, please don't go

Killing Time

There's a circle of life and death
That follows no other path but it's own
There are moments you live again
And tomorrow these would also be gone

We inject ourselves with thought
And feed our soul, to keep it alive
How seriously we treat our hallucinations
As our understanding takes a dive

Why do we say that nothing ever ends
When we know nothing is permanent
One after other we offer anti-climax
As our life it slowly pays the rent

We take so much pleasure in killing time
Even time doesn't wait for its demise
It moves on from someone to someone else
Upon no one but itself it flies

Crumpled Paper

Either it's plain frustration
Or another crumpled paper
To lie beneath my desk
A forgotten comic caper

Where is the music
That's part of the song
And is each word I write
Another rhyme still-born

Orpheus had his lyre
And followed Eurydice beneath
I have all my rhymes
And crumpled papers near my feet

Hope was maybe yesterday
And someone closed the hatch
In the graveyard of lost songs
There are none to catch

Sight And Sound

You're so far away

I wonder what you do

I turn on the television

To catch a glimpse of you


I walk along the road

And I see you smile on me

When I look at that billboard

Its your smile that I see


Its just for these walks through the streets

Its just a personal endeavour

Its what I look for when I am all alone

Its your sight and sound that I live for


I turn up the music volume

All my favourite songs are for you

I remember what you sound like

And then I try to hear you


I read these books of mine

And the words together I see

I flip through the pages

To paint a picture of you and me


Its just for these walks through the streets

Its just a personal endeavour

Its what I look for when I am all alone

Its your sight and sound that I live for

Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde

We all got a Dr Jekyll and Hyde
Its something that we hide inside
We all have something to find
Everyone sometimes loses their mind

We pass the time in idle wonder
And rue the things that we ponder
And run with what we think is best
And not know if it's another test

The eyes they pain with much to see
The senses they feel a need to be
The worst in us is under the line
That time keeps on showing the sign

We all turn into Mr Hyde
When its his time to come outside
Its a bitter struggle we are to fight
That helps us pass through the night

Pagla Ghoda-OST

Let me tell you a small little tale
I've gotta let it out before my memory fails
Let me tell you about lost chances
This is the story of a million romances

There is love, life and love in life
There's the naked edge of a knife
There's this girl who had no reasons
And all her life were just passing seasons

Let me tell you what could have been
If through my eyes she would have seen
Let me tell you a small little tale
I've gotta let it out before my memory fails

There was forgetting, and there was laughter
And this happiness was all I was after
I couldn't help it when away she went
And all my life all I do is repent

Let me tell you a small little tale
I've gotta let it out before my memory fails

The Poet and The Muse

The poet came to the city
With unwritten songs in his head
He promptly found a place
Where his soul could be fed

He didn't have much of a voice
But he wanted to start a band
Where he could play with people
Would read him and understand

She walked in to his life
And couldnt help become his muse
She sung all his songs so well
That Love was just another ruse

She asked him about his lyrics
'Why do they turn out to be so sad'
She questioned his melancholy
'There's so much else that can be had'

He never really read her
But insisted she read all of him
He couldnt even tell her
That his songs were works of whim

She couldnt change the theme
Or the nature of his songs
She gave up when she gave it all
And she thought he was wrong

She went ahead and left him
He became sad and happy and bright
For all the love he had for her
She had given him something to write

Insomnia

I dont really feel so good
I dont particularly feel so bad
I think its the weather
Or maybe something that I had

I dont wanna go to sleep
I aint in the mood to get up either
I aint looking for a break
All I want is a breather

I sit and listen to my friends
But I have lost the power to speak
As I walk lonely in a crowd
I still dont know what I seek

Is this some sort of ailment
A disease by any other name
Before I learned to play
Changed the rules of the game

I am not here to say 'so long'
I'd rather look the other way
I have passed through the night
And now it's the break of the day

'Frandship Seekers'

A punk rock song dedicated to all us 'Frandship Seekers',

Sent her a friend request
Tell her I meant her well
And I have a crush on her
Which seems to want to stay

Tell her I aint that bad
And that she makes me sad
When she doesnt accept me
What is it she cant see

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Na...na...na...na...na...na...

The Catcher In The Rye

I...
am the catcher in the rye
I am looking at life
With no end in sight

I...
pushed my mind to much
I thought when I left
That was what I loved

When I get up there
In the middle of the stage
And I make a mistake
When I sound so fake

And my mind it works
In overtime
It taxes too much
This desire to rhyme

I...
am the catcher in the rye
I am looking at life
With no end in sight

I...
pushed my mind to much
I thought when I left
That was what I loved

When they left me
Not all I could see
The desire was gone
Still I felt I had won

When the jungle inside
becomes the jungle outside
Lost in the wild
Like a small child

I...
am the catcher in the rye
I am looking at life
With no end in sight

I...
pushed my mind to much
I thought when I left
That was what I loved

I...
am the catcher in the rye
I smoked up life
To feel so fine

I...
am the catcher in the rye
I can stand it all
But I cant stand a lie

The Girl In Blue

A little girl I sort of know
Broke down when she told her lover
That she would do anything
And she wishes it to be forever
A little girl I knew once
Turned older to become so pretty
And all I do is watch her now
While those feelings went and left me

Well She's The Girl In Blue
The Girl I thought I Knew
She plays along the song on her guitar
And She hopes it would take her far

A friend of mine in search of life
Hopes to find love real soon
A painter, artist, poet, juggler
The basis of all of my tunes
What a pity, this long story
And no one stays to see the ending
All the bricks and pieces fit in
All it needs is a little mending

Well She's The Girl In Blue
The Girl I thought I Knew
She plays along the song on her guitar
And She hopes it would take her far

A little girl I sort of know
Cries a lot because she's so happy
She finds the words soaked in her tears
And with that she lets go of her fears

Across The Table

I have waited, and kept you waiting
And I love it when I see
The colours dancing in your eyes
When you are angry at me

Countless times, I see your smile
And I go weak in the knees
And when you ask me what I feel
I take whatever I can steal

You sit across the table from me
And I just sit and stare
You laugh it all away when I say
That there's music in your hair

You toy with your emotions
When there's nothing to hide
I want to know, I wont tell
Whatever it is that I find

You open up your book
And I flip through it's pages
I know you from yesterday
And it seems like ages

Your hands they brush with mine
In an accident that I don't mind
You sit across the table
While I look for what I can find

Memories In The Wind

Sitting on the edge of the world
While the waves crashed below me
I saw the sun set low and fast
And the vastness of the sea

I was plucking memories from the wind
And smells that seemed from yesterday
The air was heavy and laden
Witn a time that's flown away

Of all those I've ever loved
And all those who love me
Relations, brothers and friends
Are all spread out like the sea

I was thinking of tomorrow
But my train don't leave that day
Pulling hours from the ocean
Looking for what I've got to say

And if it all comes down to nothing
Then I'll go there once again
I'll choose my memories from the wind
And I'll relive it again

Eventuality

All those times, that used to be
Some kind of part of memory
Now it seems, I didn't know
Could have stayed, I had to go
All those years, they fly away
Just like tomorrow is yesteray
And I couldn't see that far
What would happen when we part

Is it something that you do
Or is it involuntary
Am I letting go of you
Are you letting go of me

Tired of reaching out of the line
Cause All I know is not defined
Biggest letdown was my self
And this writing doesnt help
Things that couldnt, didnt happen
And you ask, am I Happy
Sure I am, cant you hear me laugh
Laugh away, till you've had enough

Is it something that you do
Or is it involuntary
Am I letting go of you
Are you letting go of me

Tired of being what I used to be
That seems like some memory
Or it was something that never was
And I lived for a nothing cause
And I couldnt see that far
What would happen when we part

Tomorrow

The last emotion that you were gonna fake
The last picture that you were gonna take
The last cigarette that you were gonna smoke
The last time that you laughed at that joke
The last day, to be at school
The last time in your life to be cool
The last message that you would've sent
The last decision that you would repent

Dont worry, or let it follow
Just put it off till tomorrow
Dont put yourself down by sorrow
You can put it off for tomorrow

The last line that you planned to speak
The last feeling that you wanted to keep
The last time that you'd propose
The last chance, for that white rose
The last lyric that you want to rhyme
The last punishment, last crime
The last place that you were to go
The last thing that you wanted to know

Dont worry, or let it follow
Just put it off till tomorrow
Dont put yourself down by sorrow
You can put it off for tomorrow

The last stair that you were to climb
The last clock you wanted to chime
The last drink, the last walk home
The last instance to talk on the phone
The last word that you want to say
You can always put it off for a day

Dont worry, or let it follow
Just put it off till tomorrow
Dont put yourself down by sorrow
You can put it off for tomorrow

Surreal Trip

A million Parallel lights shine
And the gentle rain takes its time
Droplets hanging on to the glass window
And sparkling reflections below

A thousand people in the throng
A clock that shouldn't take so long
And the prettiest girl in that place
I held her, a short embrace

A journey that would never end
A road that has no bends
A small pause, serene and calm
A burst of noise shattered the charm

A conversation, a wish come true
A moment that was really new
An hour to remember for a lifetime
And eyes that held me with their shine

A beautiful girl standing in the hall
She speaks of love and peace for all
And eyes they compete with ears
Two steps away, she stood so near

A gentle shake of hand and head
Waving goodbye to a friend
There's no telling when it'd be again
Of when I'd again feel the same

A writer writes a short tale
With willing characters, he can't fail
Under a million parallel lights
He sits down and starts to write