Thank you, my friend, who I've never known
For a mistake you made that I never saw
The effect you never knew it had on me
In a world small as a hand can draw.
You left her at the altar, she cried on a shoulder
Who's owner she wedded and gave birth to a son
He grew very fast, a strapping young lad
And faster than all he would run.
He won that race, but in second place
Was a man, who was running his last
At failure to win, depression settled in
And brought out demons from his past.
Like all legends' falls, he took to the bottle
Drowning in pools of a moving haze
Wallowing in torrents of self-unkempt
Kicked out of home, roaming the streets for days.
From the trash the destitute picked up a frame
A torn picture of a couple in glass it contained
It lay in the shambles of bitterness sorrounding
It shone in the twilight of memories that remained.
He saw it, then glanced up and looked at me
He walked my way and said to me,
"Good day, sir! I believe I have something you dropped
Are you the man in the picture I see?"
I saw the frame, I couldn't believe my eyes,
My eyes they watered in tragic surprise
I had finally found her she'd run away from me
I was given a chance to negate all the lies
I went to the nearest house I saw
And sure enough, she opened the door
This is the only way, I can thank those in my way
Without them, we could've been no more.
Ok. Its not my GREATEST work, but its too long not to upload :p. I kinda wrote this in a hurry @ work. I think maybe I should attempt a Part 3.
Jul 16, 2009
Jul 10, 2009
Thank You (Part - 1)
Thank You for the consequence
The backfiring of conscience
Thank you for enormous pain
My blood freezes evanesence.
The bottle can't answer my cries any more
The smoke can't seem to find a cure
The powder can't wipe these falling tears
Needles can no longer open the door
I'm meat but I'm a vegetable
To breathe I've become unable
Thanks to you, my love, my life
Even to mySELF is no longer expendable.
So Thank you for sympathy when its too late
Thank you for turning me into your bait
'Cause now I realise if you hadn't done so
I could never teach myself to hate.
I'll try and upload Part 2 next week. Wait for it...
The backfiring of conscience
Thank you for enormous pain
My blood freezes evanesence.
The bottle can't answer my cries any more
The smoke can't seem to find a cure
The powder can't wipe these falling tears
Needles can no longer open the door
I'm meat but I'm a vegetable
To breathe I've become unable
Thanks to you, my love, my life
Even to mySELF is no longer expendable.
So Thank you for sympathy when its too late
Thank you for turning me into your bait
'Cause now I realise if you hadn't done so
I could never teach myself to hate.
I'll try and upload Part 2 next week. Wait for it...
Jun 24, 2009
...And Jill Came Tumbling After (My first Short Story)
k guys this is my first short story... its a sob-story of love :p... But before you start making opinions about how gay my writing has become just take some time to read it... I think its good.
P.S. This was for Mahafreen Mistry's project which she needed help with. So technically this was her idea so thanks a lot Mistry... hope you like it.
“…And Jill came tumbling after. Not only was it the bloodiest collision the quite town of Slidell, Louisiana, had ever seen, but now its bluest, clearest stream was now contaminated with a tinge of crimson blood of the two 19 year olds whose bodies now lie deep within its womb. Who knew that when Jill met her proverbial Jack, when those first sparks of hate-masked love swelled gradually in the deepest bowels of their hearts, when those very hearts that first communicated when their owners lips touched together in that promise of affection that links two lovers, that God had other plans – plans to nip a fresh scarlet rose in its bud without ever letting its beautiful pout be exhibited to the world that seems to have lost all concept of beauty. They loved, as lovers of pure legend have loved in the past. Jack was like Romeo, Romeo as the Bard would’ve imagined if he lived in the age of Sports cars, School Football captains and part-time jobs and Jill was like Helena of Troy, a face that could launch a thousand ships, the face that could start a million battles, the face that could kill a million soldiers, placed by God in a time and place where none of that, thankfully, could possibly happen. Then why would such tragedy befall two of God’s more artistic creations? The proverbial match made in heaven? Well, as they say, and as has been observed in the kernels and rinds of the great fruit of man called history, in beauty lies tragedy. The great connoisseurs of love stories and epics of tragedy have but one complaint with the genre, that within every story lies a cliché… but that is the beauty of a story so pure and true. Jack and Jill wanted to tie the knot, the eternal dissolution of self in the rosy waters of self-dedication to one another, the two words, three alphabets that would consummate many a happy ending to the barriers to love and begin in its wake a new future with the promise of eternal togetherness. But the barriers would come, and they did in the form of parents who only want the best for their children but in that want refuse to see what actually their offspring thinks is best for himself, in the form of a morbid society whose hypocritical statements against the marriage of two “grossly underage” individuals often forgets its own history of youthful liaisons that did eventually end up in an early wedding, and they did in the form of all those envious individuals who cannot stand the prospect of a perfect match because they themselves have never been showered with the warm flow of a love meant for them and them alone. They jeered, they sneered, they were discouraged and persuaded, their resolve was shaken at the foundations, their love put through the most harmful of acid tests, and yet they came out unscathed, their love not harmed but stronger than ever and their resolve more powerful than ever before, placing their story with the legends. It was a rainy evening, when, hiding from the prying eyes that promised boundless evil if they saw them together, in a shack where no man worthy of his salt would ever find himself in, even in the most desperate of situations, the two lovers conferred and made their plans. They vowed that rather than living apart amongst their society, they would be better off living in another one altogether. They vowed to protect each other from any danger that may come of their adventure to seek their future and they promised to die for each other if it be required. That night, when the beast that was their society lay at rest, the lovers sneaked out and drove off, as quietly and as swiftly as possible, well into the night, their red taillights going dimmer and dimmer as they proceeded towards their destiny – a destiny that they never saw in their most tragic of nightmares. It drizzled, it rained, it poured, the cats and dogs were now jackals and cougars, it was a howling wail, it was torrential hail, it was a Hurricane… a hurricane that was to take many more lives, dreams and stories with it… it was named Hurricane Katrina. Jack fought bravely through the storm and near-zero visibility, yanking the steering wheel hard with no fear for his own life. What he did fear for was the life of the woman of his dreams, his Jill, seated beside him, trying to fight off tears and holding onto dear life onto that thin string called hope and fighting profusely to believe in love despite the odds and trusting that Jack will pull them through. She touched his hand, his knuckles which were white from fear and from the strength of his grip on the wheel. He smiled to her, amidst the jungle of deep negative emotion within him, an assuring smile that told her, “Don’t worry I will NOT allow ANYTHING to happen to you. Not even fate can separate us.” And she believed him, and it felt right. He looked ahead, he couldn’t see a thing, but yet he knew that God will save them. He was halfway through this very thought, when he felt his stomach lurch, then his car lurched and in a split second, adrenaline and panic interspersed and sent an impulse to his brain telling him, “You are falling.” She screamed. The car began plummeting and just as soon as it was almost overboard, it stopped falling with a jerk, throwing them forward, through the windshield with the glass shattering sound of glass shattering and sent them reeling towards the crevice below. On her flight, Jill managed to grab onto one edge of what appeared to be a broken bridge and stop from falling, but Jack could only manage to hang onto the front bumper of the car, which was coming loose at a rapid pace. Terror filled his eyes and then tears. He looked at his beloved for one last time, looking at her helpless bleeding face, and realized all of a sudden that she was the most beautiful thing to ever grace this polluted Earth. He looked at her long and hard and knew that he was going to drown in the swirling river below in moments. He looked at her and said, “Jill! Save yourself. You must live. Just live in my memory and I will consider myself to have been loved. I will watch you from above as always. Goodbye, Jill. I love you.” Saying these words, the bumper came loose and he fell, limbs spread, mouth open screaming and eyes closed bracing for the impact and she watched him being eaten alive by the current as a solitary tear from her eyes followed him down as a memento of eternal love. She looked up at the sky and cursed her God. Then she looked behind her. A barely visible sign read, “DANGER! Broken Bridge!” With finality she looked down. She knew she could save herself and carry on with her life and their legacy, but she also knew that she had made a promise – pure and clean, and never to be broken, a promise of togetherness. A promise that not even death could do us apart. She thought to herself, “You say that I must live, but how do you expect me to live without you, after having witnessing your departure through these very eyes that you loved so much. And then she made a decision; a decision to keep her promise. Jack fell down the river and died… and Jill came tumbling after!
THE END
P.S. This was for Mahafreen Mistry's project which she needed help with. So technically this was her idea so thanks a lot Mistry... hope you like it.
“…And Jill came tumbling after. Not only was it the bloodiest collision the quite town of Slidell, Louisiana, had ever seen, but now its bluest, clearest stream was now contaminated with a tinge of crimson blood of the two 19 year olds whose bodies now lie deep within its womb. Who knew that when Jill met her proverbial Jack, when those first sparks of hate-masked love swelled gradually in the deepest bowels of their hearts, when those very hearts that first communicated when their owners lips touched together in that promise of affection that links two lovers, that God had other plans – plans to nip a fresh scarlet rose in its bud without ever letting its beautiful pout be exhibited to the world that seems to have lost all concept of beauty. They loved, as lovers of pure legend have loved in the past. Jack was like Romeo, Romeo as the Bard would’ve imagined if he lived in the age of Sports cars, School Football captains and part-time jobs and Jill was like Helena of Troy, a face that could launch a thousand ships, the face that could start a million battles, the face that could kill a million soldiers, placed by God in a time and place where none of that, thankfully, could possibly happen. Then why would such tragedy befall two of God’s more artistic creations? The proverbial match made in heaven? Well, as they say, and as has been observed in the kernels and rinds of the great fruit of man called history, in beauty lies tragedy. The great connoisseurs of love stories and epics of tragedy have but one complaint with the genre, that within every story lies a cliché… but that is the beauty of a story so pure and true. Jack and Jill wanted to tie the knot, the eternal dissolution of self in the rosy waters of self-dedication to one another, the two words, three alphabets that would consummate many a happy ending to the barriers to love and begin in its wake a new future with the promise of eternal togetherness. But the barriers would come, and they did in the form of parents who only want the best for their children but in that want refuse to see what actually their offspring thinks is best for himself, in the form of a morbid society whose hypocritical statements against the marriage of two “grossly underage” individuals often forgets its own history of youthful liaisons that did eventually end up in an early wedding, and they did in the form of all those envious individuals who cannot stand the prospect of a perfect match because they themselves have never been showered with the warm flow of a love meant for them and them alone. They jeered, they sneered, they were discouraged and persuaded, their resolve was shaken at the foundations, their love put through the most harmful of acid tests, and yet they came out unscathed, their love not harmed but stronger than ever and their resolve more powerful than ever before, placing their story with the legends. It was a rainy evening, when, hiding from the prying eyes that promised boundless evil if they saw them together, in a shack where no man worthy of his salt would ever find himself in, even in the most desperate of situations, the two lovers conferred and made their plans. They vowed that rather than living apart amongst their society, they would be better off living in another one altogether. They vowed to protect each other from any danger that may come of their adventure to seek their future and they promised to die for each other if it be required. That night, when the beast that was their society lay at rest, the lovers sneaked out and drove off, as quietly and as swiftly as possible, well into the night, their red taillights going dimmer and dimmer as they proceeded towards their destiny – a destiny that they never saw in their most tragic of nightmares. It drizzled, it rained, it poured, the cats and dogs were now jackals and cougars, it was a howling wail, it was torrential hail, it was a Hurricane… a hurricane that was to take many more lives, dreams and stories with it… it was named Hurricane Katrina. Jack fought bravely through the storm and near-zero visibility, yanking the steering wheel hard with no fear for his own life. What he did fear for was the life of the woman of his dreams, his Jill, seated beside him, trying to fight off tears and holding onto dear life onto that thin string called hope and fighting profusely to believe in love despite the odds and trusting that Jack will pull them through. She touched his hand, his knuckles which were white from fear and from the strength of his grip on the wheel. He smiled to her, amidst the jungle of deep negative emotion within him, an assuring smile that told her, “Don’t worry I will NOT allow ANYTHING to happen to you. Not even fate can separate us.” And she believed him, and it felt right. He looked ahead, he couldn’t see a thing, but yet he knew that God will save them. He was halfway through this very thought, when he felt his stomach lurch, then his car lurched and in a split second, adrenaline and panic interspersed and sent an impulse to his brain telling him, “You are falling.” She screamed. The car began plummeting and just as soon as it was almost overboard, it stopped falling with a jerk, throwing them forward, through the windshield with the glass shattering sound of glass shattering and sent them reeling towards the crevice below. On her flight, Jill managed to grab onto one edge of what appeared to be a broken bridge and stop from falling, but Jack could only manage to hang onto the front bumper of the car, which was coming loose at a rapid pace. Terror filled his eyes and then tears. He looked at his beloved for one last time, looking at her helpless bleeding face, and realized all of a sudden that she was the most beautiful thing to ever grace this polluted Earth. He looked at her long and hard and knew that he was going to drown in the swirling river below in moments. He looked at her and said, “Jill! Save yourself. You must live. Just live in my memory and I will consider myself to have been loved. I will watch you from above as always. Goodbye, Jill. I love you.” Saying these words, the bumper came loose and he fell, limbs spread, mouth open screaming and eyes closed bracing for the impact and she watched him being eaten alive by the current as a solitary tear from her eyes followed him down as a memento of eternal love. She looked up at the sky and cursed her God. Then she looked behind her. A barely visible sign read, “DANGER! Broken Bridge!” With finality she looked down. She knew she could save herself and carry on with her life and their legacy, but she also knew that she had made a promise – pure and clean, and never to be broken, a promise of togetherness. A promise that not even death could do us apart. She thought to herself, “You say that I must live, but how do you expect me to live without you, after having witnessing your departure through these very eyes that you loved so much. And then she made a decision; a decision to keep her promise. Jack fell down the river and died… and Jill came tumbling after!
THE END
Mar 12, 2009
Perspective
A thread.
Hanging white and lone - nipped in the bud
From a sleeve, who's colour is soaked in blood
Blood pouring from where the head used to be
The head lies a foot away
Severed off brutally with woodcutter's ware
Fear filled eyes and tufts of pulled off hair
Forensics will come and find a fingerprint
The print, it was she
It was she who seperated brain from spine
It was a murder in cold blood, so divine
The bouquet she had brought - a grim sobriquet
A flower.
He never thought it through when he deflowered her
Now rape has got its just desserts plus more
The scar on her thigh hurts as she runs away
Scarred.
A tarnished mind manifests into a thirst for death
Ready for her "session" with held breath
Beneath the bed lie cobwebs of a lost life
Cobwebs and the dust settle
On a dark past that mutilated the present
The blow - the libido of evil falls silent
And she lay satisfied, in suicide.
Hanging white and lone - nipped in the bud
From a sleeve, who's colour is soaked in blood
Blood pouring from where the head used to be
The head lies a foot away
Severed off brutally with woodcutter's ware
Fear filled eyes and tufts of pulled off hair
Forensics will come and find a fingerprint
The print, it was she
It was she who seperated brain from spine
It was a murder in cold blood, so divine
The bouquet she had brought - a grim sobriquet
A flower.
He never thought it through when he deflowered her
Now rape has got its just desserts plus more
The scar on her thigh hurts as she runs away
Scarred.
A tarnished mind manifests into a thirst for death
Ready for her "session" with held breath
Beneath the bed lie cobwebs of a lost life
Cobwebs and the dust settle
On a dark past that mutilated the present
The blow - the libido of evil falls silent
And she lay satisfied, in suicide.
That Hit the Spot
Oh! Man! That Hit the Spot!
The feeling that awakens the stomach butterfly
The feeling you get when you down a vodka shot
We love that feeling - we don't know why
Like a bowlful of Chopsuey after Mafco Hookah
Like the new bike your dad just bought
Like giving Mr. Asshole that well-deserved Mukkha
Like every time... That Hits the Spot
Watching Zaheer uproot all three sticks
Reaching the Snake score no one's ever got
Getting the attention from all the chicks
Just some of the stuff that hits the spot
I drive my parents to the point of "Hari Om"
Doing keedas in class then getting caught
Staying nights with friends and never going home
No matter where we are - that will Hit the Spot
Dedicated to all the people I LOVE chilling with... you guys have made Mumbai SPECIAL!!!
P.S. Thanks to Akhil Rajani for the title
The feeling that awakens the stomach butterfly
The feeling you get when you down a vodka shot
We love that feeling - we don't know why
Like a bowlful of Chopsuey after Mafco Hookah
Like the new bike your dad just bought
Like giving Mr. Asshole that well-deserved Mukkha
Like every time... That Hits the Spot
Watching Zaheer uproot all three sticks
Reaching the Snake score no one's ever got
Getting the attention from all the chicks
Just some of the stuff that hits the spot
I drive my parents to the point of "Hari Om"
Doing keedas in class then getting caught
Staying nights with friends and never going home
No matter where we are - that will Hit the Spot
Dedicated to all the people I LOVE chilling with... you guys have made Mumbai SPECIAL!!!
P.S. Thanks to Akhil Rajani for the title
Mar 8, 2009
Bloodsport (inspired by the attacks on Sri Lankan cricketers in Pakistan and by Jai's latest blogpost on www.zaiu.wordpress.com)
Blood spills down the arm
That most men wished they had
And the scream he lets out is
Chillingly similar to shouts after a victory.
The whole world watches
As a gentleman's sport oozes blood
The field becomes a battlefield
With the spirit of sport at the losing end.
The wars of religion have scarred
The one religion left to be affected
A passion hurt, excitement shot in the head
We now live in fear of playing a game.
The warning's out; the time has come
The ball is in our court; our pitch...
Stand up - we have to drive the point home
You made a mistake by messing with OUR sport...
That most men wished they had
And the scream he lets out is
Chillingly similar to shouts after a victory.
The whole world watches
As a gentleman's sport oozes blood
The field becomes a battlefield
With the spirit of sport at the losing end.
The wars of religion have scarred
The one religion left to be affected
A passion hurt, excitement shot in the head
We now live in fear of playing a game.
The warning's out; the time has come
The ball is in our court; our pitch...
Stand up - we have to drive the point home
You made a mistake by messing with OUR sport...
Mar 2, 2009
Winter Always Turns To Spring (Thank you Taru Aunty)
Drops turn to ice as in my palms
In my brain, does memories it bring
And the heartfelt warmth must melt them all
Cause winter turns itself to spring
My life started off as inch-deep snow
The cold that in its depth would sting
The cold that froze me up for life
But winter always turns to spring
Hardships like the strike of frozen ice
A song of pain, I would alone sing
Slowly to melt 'cause of your love
And winter always turned to spring
Then February came, blew in the winds
Setting me free, giving me wings
All the weight that childhood bore
Where winter always turned to spring
If today, I live a life, it's cause
The heat manifested off our meeting
The day I knew you, saw me through
And turned my winter, to a spring.
(To all my friends who turned my winter to spring)
In my brain, does memories it bring
And the heartfelt warmth must melt them all
Cause winter turns itself to spring
My life started off as inch-deep snow
The cold that in its depth would sting
The cold that froze me up for life
But winter always turns to spring
Hardships like the strike of frozen ice
A song of pain, I would alone sing
Slowly to melt 'cause of your love
And winter always turned to spring
Then February came, blew in the winds
Setting me free, giving me wings
All the weight that childhood bore
Where winter always turned to spring
If today, I live a life, it's cause
The heat manifested off our meeting
The day I knew you, saw me through
And turned my winter, to a spring.
(To all my friends who turned my winter to spring)
Mar 1, 2009
WOW
Ummm this is the first ever tribute to my work... & TRUST me its better dan da original...
THNK U ANISHA URE THE BEST!!!
http://cranialrumblings.wordpress.com/2009/02/28/wait-thanks-angad/
READ IT GUYS!!!
THNK U ANISHA URE THE BEST!!!
http://cranialrumblings.wordpress.com/2009/02/28/wait-thanks-angad/
READ IT GUYS!!!
Feb 25, 2009
तृप्ति (satisfaction)
With swollen eyes she saw me
As I returned from the war
And a single tear, down her face did slide
I'd been away a long while
She'd wait patiently each day
And show to the world that she was satisfied
My first love is my country,
My first love is the war
SO I can't return the love she deserves
But I've always wondered why
She seems so satisfied
Even though all her love for me she reserves
I sometimes suspect she's cheating
She couldn't possibly love me so
But when our lips touch, it erases all doubt
And the day I'm out in town
She'll never show she's mad
I have never seen her frown or pout.
I wish that every man could
Know a love that's so sincere
And he'd keep her till the day he died
Today I look down at her
She still waits for me with a smile
She knows I'm dead but still she's, satisfied.
As I returned from the war
And a single tear, down her face did slide
I'd been away a long while
She'd wait patiently each day
And show to the world that she was satisfied
My first love is my country,
My first love is the war
SO I can't return the love she deserves
But I've always wondered why
She seems so satisfied
Even though all her love for me she reserves
I sometimes suspect she's cheating
She couldn't possibly love me so
But when our lips touch, it erases all doubt
And the day I'm out in town
She'll never show she's mad
I have never seen her frown or pout.
I wish that every man could
Know a love that's so sincere
And he'd keep her till the day he died
Today I look down at her
She still waits for me with a smile
She knows I'm dead but still she's, satisfied.
Stargazers (or Baby Star) - Cutting Chai 07 Song
This song was composed for a band event in R.D. National College where we had to compose a song using a nursery rhyme as a theme. This was October 2007, and I have lost the original copy of it so i have modified the original including creating the 2nd verse from scratch. Hope you like.
An empty shell lies now
On that spot on my head
Where your palm would lie
Praying I wouldn’t die
You can’t believe that now I’m dead
But the blood’s rushing down my head
And now you’re all alone
A dog without a bone
Together we would touch the sky
But now you look up wondering why
We were Stargazers
We were Stargazers…
Chorus: Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Shine until the morning’s nigh
The skies are filled with silver stars
Layers of clouds couldn’t hide these scars
A bolt of lightning where I lie
Like a diamond in the sky.
We used to dream on, through the night
Our dreams would come true, under the light
The moon would watch us grow
Sleeping in the snow
Singing together, in the rain
It’s raining blood now you feel the pain
A vacuum in your soul
Eating you up whole
Now when you look at the sky above
My star will shine upon you with love
So be a Stargazer
Be a Stargazer…
An empty shell lies now
On that spot on my head
Where your palm would lie
Praying I wouldn’t die
You can’t believe that now I’m dead
But the blood’s rushing down my head
And now you’re all alone
A dog without a bone
Together we would touch the sky
But now you look up wondering why
We were Stargazers
We were Stargazers…
Chorus: Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Shine until the morning’s nigh
The skies are filled with silver stars
Layers of clouds couldn’t hide these scars
A bolt of lightning where I lie
Like a diamond in the sky.
We used to dream on, through the night
Our dreams would come true, under the light
The moon would watch us grow
Sleeping in the snow
Singing together, in the rain
It’s raining blood now you feel the pain
A vacuum in your soul
Eating you up whole
Now when you look at the sky above
My star will shine upon you with love
So be a Stargazer
Be a Stargazer…
Feb 24, 2009
Wait (thanks Jai)
Wait...
Wait is all she said months ago
When she left me on the floor
Pulmonarily crippled for life
Happiness to see no more.
Wait is all I do, at my window
Crouching, staring at the moon
Smiling at its dark side
Crawling into my cocoon
Those who look see a wreck
Run over by the tanks of pain
Those who listen hear a scream
And silently pray for the insane
On machines now I survive
My body my eternal prison
Bound and labelled Lunatic
Love has poured its derision.
Wait is all she said months ago
When she left me on the floor
Pulmonarily crippled for life
Happiness to see no more.
Wait is all I do, at my window
Crouching, staring at the moon
Smiling at its dark side
Crawling into my cocoon
Those who look see a wreck
Run over by the tanks of pain
Those who listen hear a scream
And silently pray for the insane
On machines now I survive
My body my eternal prison
Bound and labelled Lunatic
Love has poured its derision.
Nov 30, 2008
mrityudand
Dedicated to all the victims of the 59-hour treachery that was the 26th, 27th & 28th of november in mumbai...
Blam!
The bullets fly from the edge of the gun
& enter the skull
at the part of the brain that nurses dreams,
leaves at the point of realisation
and shatters them - all in less than a second.
Death flows like the blood
That pumps in da armed ones' veins
Who's grown in one direction for 22 years
And died taking with him the safety of an entire nation
And the shame of an entire religion.
They call it revenge
When they take it on people nowhere involved,
Killing only innocent, and sometimes there own brethren
As a city begs for the mercy of God and Satan
Listen to the cries, Oh God of so-called Peace
Listen to the turmoil Oh so-called leaders of men
Let it be known that for every man cut down
There will be an answer, sharper & grimmer
RIP Terrorism!!!
Blam!
The bullets fly from the edge of the gun
& enter the skull
at the part of the brain that nurses dreams,
leaves at the point of realisation
and shatters them - all in less than a second.
Death flows like the blood
That pumps in da armed ones' veins
Who's grown in one direction for 22 years
And died taking with him the safety of an entire nation
And the shame of an entire religion.
They call it revenge
When they take it on people nowhere involved,
Killing only innocent, and sometimes there own brethren
As a city begs for the mercy of God and Satan
Listen to the cries, Oh God of so-called Peace
Listen to the turmoil Oh so-called leaders of men
Let it be known that for every man cut down
There will be an answer, sharper & grimmer
RIP Terrorism!!!
Toote Bandhan
Two hearts that pump the same blood unite
A romance that both society and science shun
Two bonds intertwine to speak about the unforgiven
Innocent manifested into the sick, the change has begun
He eyes her with eyes they share from their mother
The eyes go down into the corridor of vice
The simple protective thread had to break
Broken is the vow that was taken twice
She screams as he knows not what God forbids
He quenches the curiosity that precedes desire
Satan pulls the string on young minds and bodies
Their little toes just inch across the Line of Fire
Guilt engraved on a shard of broken glass
Fingerprints on it are all that Satan left behind
No one understands the juvenile mind they say
But what really seperates a child or adult mind???
A romance that both society and science shun
Two bonds intertwine to speak about the unforgiven
Innocent manifested into the sick, the change has begun
He eyes her with eyes they share from their mother
The eyes go down into the corridor of vice
The simple protective thread had to break
Broken is the vow that was taken twice
She screams as he knows not what God forbids
He quenches the curiosity that precedes desire
Satan pulls the string on young minds and bodies
Their little toes just inch across the Line of Fire
Guilt engraved on a shard of broken glass
Fingerprints on it are all that Satan left behind
No one understands the juvenile mind they say
But what really seperates a child or adult mind???
Nov 8, 2008
दुर्घटना (story of a car crash)
Grey, cold metal fuses with skin and
Manufactures blood
One man's life, a part of this small world
Ends with the softest thud
Streams of tears dressed just like the rain
In this monsoon fall
End of light causes claustrophobia
Like closing in of walls
I had a vision, two perfect strangers
Screaming to me for help
But life is the war that i had died fighting
Me against myself
Death is the air that fills the streets now
Suffocating stench
Last blink of light, just like a dying Sun
They saw before they left
Hands soaked in blood, I'm labelled a killer
For turning around that bend
This is how my scarred life would begin
And this is how it'll end
Manufactures blood
One man's life, a part of this small world
Ends with the softest thud
Streams of tears dressed just like the rain
In this monsoon fall
End of light causes claustrophobia
Like closing in of walls
I had a vision, two perfect strangers
Screaming to me for help
But life is the war that i had died fighting
Me against myself
Death is the air that fills the streets now
Suffocating stench
Last blink of light, just like a dying Sun
They saw before they left
Hands soaked in blood, I'm labelled a killer
For turning around that bend
This is how my scarred life would begin
And this is how it'll end
Oct 10, 2008
गहेरी सोच (random thoughts)
When you turned, I was there to lead you straight
Now I'm left picking up the pieces you dropped
In my heart was love, in your heart was hate
Now you stand over me, as my life comes to stop
I took the fire, shouldered all the blame
Absorbed all the shocks that came your way
For your honour, I walked through the flames
And readily faked a smile everyday
Now your fingers point, your teeth sink deeper
Everytime I wake your black fingernails claw
You lead me to the trap of the Reaper
And watch as I burn, as I thaw.
Seeing you here makes my blood run cold
Spelling my death through your yellowing teeth
Why, oh Why, did I serve you, Oh Evil Old!
When my only ray of hope lay buried beneath...
Now I'm left picking up the pieces you dropped
In my heart was love, in your heart was hate
Now you stand over me, as my life comes to stop
I took the fire, shouldered all the blame
Absorbed all the shocks that came your way
For your honour, I walked through the flames
And readily faked a smile everyday
Now your fingers point, your teeth sink deeper
Everytime I wake your black fingernails claw
You lead me to the trap of the Reaper
And watch as I burn, as I thaw.
Seeing you here makes my blood run cold
Spelling my death through your yellowing teeth
Why, oh Why, did I serve you, Oh Evil Old!
When my only ray of hope lay buried beneath...
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