Some of my poems have the tendency to rhyme, some don't, and most of them are accidental. I like to call these songs without music.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Break
Before I walk away again
I will perish in my doubts
And you wont clean my brain
And all the feelings that I had
They wont matter any way
One thing that I am sure about
Is to never forget this day
Cause you
Don't Hesitate to Break my heart
Don't Hesitate you're just playing your part
Don't hesitate in living up a lie
And I'll be this way till I roll up and die
Bitter mornings often told me
That better things were in store
And the banging in my head
Was you knocking on my door
And the thief that I let in
Stole all the things I had
One thing I am still sure about
It couldn't have been that bad
Cause you
Don't Hesitate to Break my heart
Don't Hesitate you're just playing your part
Don't hesitate in living up a lie
And I'll be this way till I roll up and die
Unsigned letters in their envelopes
Are strewn on my table
I wish to send them to you
But I know I am not able
To banish you from my mind
And leave it all behind
One thing I am sure about
There is nothing new to find
Cause you
Don't Hesitate to Break my heart
Don't Hesitate you're just playing your part
Don't hesitate in living up a lie
And I'll be this way till I roll up and die
Friday, November 14, 2008
All Night
And dry out your tears
I'll tell you bad jokes
So you know I am here
I'll sing you a song
And I'll make it up along
And all I ask of you
Won't you stay the night?
My dreams would be yours
And your time would be mine
I'll write you a poem
And rhyme all the lines
I'll make you some coffee
And share your cup
And all I ask of you
Won't you say the night?
The ghosts from the windows
Will laugh at our laughter
This time from tomorrow
Knows what we are are after
We can play scrabble
And I'll cheat and lose
And all I ask of you
Won't you stay the night?
I'll kiss your eyes
And wish you goodnight
I'll play with your hair
And close all the lights
When you wake the next day
You'll find me awake
And all I ask of you
Please stay the night
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
The Love Song
That I have never told
You are the warmth I need
When I feel cold
My closest friend
You are my only love
I wanna give you all
But it wont be enough
You are the kindest words
That can be said
You are my peace of mind
My sleep and rest
You are my life
My world and everything
You are the reason I choose
The songs I sing
I love you so
And I know you are mine
You are my rain
And my winter sunshine
Monday, November 10, 2008
The Comedian
He said to the Comedian
They sat on the cliff
And he wanted to jump off it
The comedian gave him consolation
'There, there it'd be better'
He took a pebble from his feet
and threw it over the edge
'I think I will stay here'
He told the comedian again
'Its safe although its dangerous'
The comedian cracked a joke for him
'You scare me sometimes, why?'
The comedian said he need not worry
There was nothing to be afraid of
He said he was mostly harmless
She called the comedian afar
He turned to listen to her
And accidentally knocked the other guy
And watched him fall over the cliff
'Are you alright?' he asked
As his gaze followed him
The comedian thought of a punchline
'Oh well, no blood on my hands'
Monday, September 15, 2008
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
I stand outside my room hallucinating
Waiting for the dawn to creep in
Or to feel the lightness of being
The rush is so relentless
The pleasure becomes much to bear
It makes you itself from within
And you wait for familiar fear
Wait for the tales to flood
And I often pick up my pen to sing
The ink leaves a wet page
Old thoughts it brings
She broke up with me
On the day she loved me the most
So I could figure out myself
What I had loved and lost
She left me for nobody
And there wasnt much left for me
Old friends sitting in a row
Hoping for the rest to free
I turn my empty mind
To know what I had never known
And when its over I stride
On a path others have shown
A choice between life
And The unbearable lightness of being
An easy chance between them
When its reduced to seeing
Four o'clock in the morning
And all those times that she left me
An alternate fantasy to enjoy
And then to let it all be
Saturday, September 06, 2008
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
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
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
Sunday, August 10, 2008
The Prettiest Girl In The World
I wish to kiss your eyes when they smile
I want to take you by your hand and tug
To listen to the sound of your laughter
The prettiest girl in the world
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
The Ballad of M and S
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
Monday, July 21, 2008
Killing Time
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
Monday, June 23, 2008
Crumpled Paper
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
Friday, May 30, 2008
Sight And Sound
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
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Dr. Jekyll and Mr 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
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Pagla Ghoda-OST
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
Saturday, March 29, 2008
The Poet and The Muse
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
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Insomnia
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
Friday, March 07, 2008
'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...
Saturday, February 23, 2008
The Catcher In The Rye
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
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
The Girl In Blue
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
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Across The Table
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