Saturday, November 1, 2008

down by the schoolyard...

In these arms tonite,
In these empty arms I hold nothing.
There's nothing left to hold.
So I'm floating with time,
I've let myself loose;
Float away to where life takes me...
There's nothing left to hold on to.
Nothing...we've caesed to be two.

I haven't stopped dreaming,
Though I gave up a long time back:
Life goes on...
But it hurts,
Hurts so bad when I try to look back!

Yesterday was an illussion.
Nothing is left behind;
Looking back I see nothing.
Nothing, but faded photographs;
Smiling faces that doesn't exist anymore;
All that's left of us are memories,
Scattered around the schoolyard.
But everytime the wind blows,
I start...felt like our laughter carried through!
Nothing, just a figment of my imagination.

I can see the bench beyond the yard.
It's still there...empty now;
We've moved on.
But its still there;
A silent witness of our yesteryears.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

SO MANY YESTERDAYS

Can you see me now?
As I walk alone;
Life stretches ahead like a dark highway…
And the darkness around me,
Is my own shadow.
There is no hope of a sunnier tomorrow;
This road only leads to tears, blood and sorrow.

Memories fly past me,
My vision is blurred.
Tears of blood fill my heart,
Was that the echo of your voice?
Did you just whisper, “There is no going back;
There will never be another tomorrow”.

The sky is clear tonight.
The stars are still shining.
The trees stand silhouetted as they did that night,
And here I am;
Walking down the same old lane,
Searching for my yesterdays.

Monday, October 6, 2008

sleeping with empty arms

I can't hide.
It's so funny!
And it's so hard;
But it's a fact that I can't hide.
I can't hide from myself,
I can't break free...can't escape.
It's a bit pathetic,
This feeling inside.
Even after being pushed aside,
How I keep pushing myself-
Hoping against hope-
Towards the same dead-end road.

It evades me forever.
Like a distant melody,
It calls me home...
Tugging at my shoulders,
Eggs me on, calls me back.

But an ocean of memories bars my way!
The storms of guilt make me sway,
And like a fallen leaf,
Carries me further away.

So goodbye then!
It's time to go.
And may be we will meet again...
In some faraway land,
In a better time and place;
But things won't be the same.
But may be, may be, we will meet again.

I have tried.
I have looked hard;
All those nights I slept with empty arms!
I didn't find any solace in my tears,
Nobody whispered words of comfort in my ears.
There was nobody around offering solace!
So,please, don't you cry at my funeral;
'Coz death promises me a better place.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

THE BIGGEST UNDERDOG-THE GREATEST CHAMPION: A TRIBUTE

“An underdog, a life-long dream, a burning passion and a fight against all odds”


ROCKY”THE ITALIAN STALLION” BALBOA: A TRIBUTE




His whole life was a million to one shot! Nevertheless, he took the challenge, and showed the world that he was one in a million. Born in the streets, did his time, took his chances, went the distance and now he is back on his feet; just a man and his will to survive! Never gave up! Never lost hope! Every word he ever said, every move he ever made inspired us to hang on; never to let go the sight of our dreams, never to loose our passion for glory! Taught us to walk that extra mile, showed us how to fight that extra round…and now… The greatest underdog story of our times is back…for one final round! This is a tribute to the man with a heart of gold, will of steel and fists of iron. the legend is ending, but the legacy will live on….


Silent darkness creeps into your soul
and removes the light of self-control
the cave that holds you captive have no doors
burnin' with determination
to even up the score


hearts on fire
a strong desire
rages deep within
hearts on fire
fever's rising high
the moment of truth draws near

Time will not allow you to stand still, no
silence breaks the heart and bends the will
and things that give deep passions are your sword
rules and regulations have no meaning anymore



hearts on fire
a strong desire
rages deep within
hearts on fire
fever's rising high
the moment of truth is here
is here

hearts on fire
a strong desire
rages deep within
hearts on fire
fever's rising high
hearts on fire
strong desire
rages deep within


Monday, March 10, 2008

being you : telling your story




ALL YOU WANTED WAS TO EXIST- DIDN'T YOU KNOW?
THERE'S NO ESCAPING TROUBLE! BUT,
WHY DO YOU WORRY YOURSELF?
IT WASN'T YOU! IT WAS THEM.
THEY FIRED THE BULLET, THEY TOOK AIM.
LOOKED THROUGH THE SNIPER-SCOPE, LOOKED HARD;
A COLD, DETERMINED, HEARTLESS, BLUE EYE! THERE WAS NO FEAR.
IT NEVER BLINKED; THERE WAS NO SHAME.
YOU ARE ONLY THE GUN, AND GUNS DON'T KILL!
CARRY THE LOAD INSIDE YOU, HIDING IT FROM THE WORLD.
BUT THEY SOUGHT IT OUT. KEPT PUSHING YOU, HARDER, FURTHER!
THERE WAS NO CHOICE ON THIS SIDE. YOU CARRY THE FIRE,
LIKE A CANDLE- WARM, HARMLESS FLAME.
YOU WERE ONLY A FLAME.THEY BROUGHT THE GASOLINE!
BUT PLEASE DON'T BLAME YOURSELF, YOU ARE JUST A GUN.
AND GUNS DON'T KILL.

HAD THE SAFETY ON; THE TRIGGER DIDN'T SQUEEZE ITSELF.
THE BULLET WAS SAFE, INSIDE YOU; INNOCENT AND ASLEEP!
THEY ARE TO BLAME- TURND THE LATCH OFF, MESSED AROUND WITH THE TRIGGER,
CUT THE BULLET LOOSE- AND NOW THEY'RE ALL MESSED UP.
BUT THAT'S OKAY- THERE WAS NOTHING YOU COULD DO.
OUTSIDE THE BARREL THE BULLET NO LONGER LISTENS TO YOU!
CUT THROUGH THE AIR, FOUND ITS TARGET, AND
NOW! THEY CALL YOU A KILLER! THE COLD BLUE EYE,
IT LOOKED ON. THE GLASS DIDN'T TASTE ANT TEARS,
WHEN THEY DREW THE FIRST BLOOD. SO BROTHER,
DON'T BLAME YOURSELF- YOU WERE JUST THE GUN
AND THE GUN NEVER KILLED.

FELT THE PRESSURE INSIDE YOU- BUT NEVER SPAT IT OUT!SO
LET THE DOGS BARK, AND THE SANCTIMONIOUS SHOUT.
ITS NOT YOUR FAULT.THEY ALL HAVE BLUE EYES!
AND THEY BROUGHT THE BULLET OUT.

Monday, January 28, 2008

ANARCHY BURGER

.So, welcome to my world! I sure hope you're gonna have a lot of fun in here, but then again if you are on of those crackheaded fools who consider themselves to be the self-appointed judges of social morality this might just turn out to be your worst nightmare! See, I am a bit offtrack sort of guy; I mean I am the kind of person who, if told not to jump off tall buildings, will take the first flight to New York and jump off the Empire State building. So, you get the idea alright?!? you know I suddenly remembered this punk song:

America stands for freedom
But, If you think you're free
Try walking into a deli
And urinating on the cheese..

Anarchy burger by the vandals! Really sets the mood, doesn't it? I mean look around you! Are you free? Look hard!! No you are not. You are anything but free...they tie your hands and tell you that its for your own good, they blindfold you and want you to believe that its meant to protect your eyes! My question is, if you are not allowed to see, what the hell is the use in protecting your eyes? But what surprises me is that you are stupid enough to believe it! But I dont. Never did, never will! I live my life on the highway, at 70 miles an hour! Nothing else matters....its an open highway and I am speeding...for the moment atleast! I dont wanna think about tomorrow. What if tomorrow never comes?