Burning Up.


Photo Credits: Ajai Singh

Photo Credits: Ajai Singh

We’re running in a circle,
Faster and faster,
Losing a little each day,
And we burn.

We’re chasing our own tails,
Unaware of the price paid,
We forget a little each day,
And we burn.

We’re handing out our souls,
To earn our pound of flesh,
Playing with fire each day,
So we burn.

Where do we really want to go,
What are we really trying to get,
We’re lost in so many questions,
Elusive are the answers, so we burn.

We say this is the way of life,
But is it really what we’re living for?
We stumble at the hint of honesty,
And we burn.

Restless and tired on the inside,
Confident and  alive on the outside,
We tire ourselves with the charades,
Set ourselves on fire, and burn.

How alive are we when we forget to live,
Wound up in our petty lives,
Running these mad races,
Isn’t enough of us already burnt?

Do we remember the last time,
When we looked up at the sky,
Soaked in the sun, sand and sea,
Enjoyed the tingling of the sun’s burn?

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More Than Words


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The clock strikes the hour once again,
The bells toll in their towers,
Once again that moment is back,
When the world seemed to lose all its powers.

Once again I’m back to that night,
When I heard her voice break into a million bits,
When the winds blew once and changed all I knew,
No piece of our life, went back to where it fits.

I miss you today, more than I can say,
I miss your smile more than anything,
Compassion designed every word you said,
You built me up, taught me how to sing.

Everything, every single thing,
Has changed itself over since,
You left and left broken hearts in your wake,
Nothing is same my friend, hence.

You’re at peace, that I know,
I know you’re here too,
I know you’re the voice in my head,
I know my Ogre, I know its you.

Let’s take a ride on your bike again,
Let’s see the brilliance of the light,
Let’s eat all that we can find,
Let’s, for old times sake, let’s fight.

I can never do you justice,
Through my words or my thoughts alone,
I couldn’t ever do you justice,
You’re far greater than anyone I’ve known.

I wish you would come back,
And make everything right again,
You’ve left behind a legacy,
Of great heart, love and pain.

I miss you, that’s all I can say,
More than I can say, I miss you,
I miss my friend, I miss us,
Rest In Peace, in the heaven’s blue.

Don’t Forget To Try


This world is noisy,
It’s a strange place,
It plays tricks,
And lacks grace.

Here today,
Gone tomorrow,
Such is the way,
With happiness and sorrow.

I wait around,
For the sight of reason,
To understand that,
Even love has its season.

Dreams will visit,
Nightmares in tow,
Happiness is slow to come,
And so quick to go.

But we live on,
Despite the threats,
Walk ahead regardless,
Of the lies we are fed.

Step after step,
Courage amplifies,
The laws of the land,
A brave man defies.

Deliverance comes,
To who might cry,
Who despite the tears,
Never forgets to try.

Music To Her Soul


Running away from life,
She went further and further,
Into a world she’s made,
Her safe haven from herself.

Heart ache an old friend,
She met disappointment,
And pain through her journey,
She was in places bruised and broken.

A light she said she looked for,
A guide she said she wanted,
Some truth, a little faith,
A little love, was all she asked for.

As the music played in her ears,
She heard each beat  and its story,
She heard every note and its sorrow,
For all she had left was the music.

In times trying she turned,
To those songs that would,
Make her forget the regret,
Make her one with the music.

The girl grew into a woman,
Wrote a love song for her beloved,
A melody that she wore with pride,
A harmony for the two to live.

It was music that saved her soul,
It was her songs that made her forget,
When the demons from her past haunted,
Her music was all she wanted.

We all have our saviors,
We all know pain,
But what love was to her heart,
Music was to her soul.

This Crazy World


In such short and hurried lives,
With each other we tussle,
Blinkers on, looking straight ahead,
For survival, alone we hustle.

Each morning marks the beginning,
Of nothing short of a war,
Like mercenaries we soldier on,
Choosing between either and or.

For in fear and insecurity we live,
Feed the devil our soul everyday,
For hatred and revenge we sweat,
But not for love a word we say.

Strange be this world where,
I am only what I can give,
I’m not a mind, a heart, a soul,
I know not for what I live.

Ego’s win every battle,
We lose each other along the way,
This crazy world chews us up,
And spits us out everyday.

You’ll Be Fine


It’s a funny thing,
The desire to defend,
Another from a foe,
Unknown, yet hated.

A friend might love,
As unconditionally,
As would a parent,
Love their child.

It’s protective and defensive,
It’s easy and eccentric
This bond between,
Two friends like us.

You’ll push me to mischief,
Save me from its consequences,
Force me to take chances,
And mend my broken heart.

The urge to share,
Every moment of everyday,
Some incidents with mirth,
Others with remorse.

You are my witness,
As am I yours,
Our trails run parallel,
Right through each other’s hearts.

Secret-keeper, mystery-seeker,
Confessional, my arsenal,
I need no other,
With you riding shotgun.

You’re my team,
We’re two of a kind,
Wreck havoc on him,
On whom we set our minds.

After all these years,
I believe you every time,
When you look at me in tears,
And tell me, “You’ll be fine.”

Love Doesn’t Last


 

You dream yourself a life,
Envision yourself a shadow,
Close your eyes and pray,
For just the perfect tomorrow.

A story you wish to write,
Short, about two friends,
Design a happy ending,
And all you end up with is a fight.

A deep cup of coffee,
Deeper conversations still,
So much said in the silence,
So much that couldn’t be.

Memories that were made to be shared,
To be cherished by just you two,
They run down your face in tears,
Sign of a heart way beyond repair.

Isn’t this the story,
The one you set out to write,
You may not know this now,
That love’s end is always gory.

Call me a naysayer, or what you may,
History bears witness,
And broken hearts tell stories,
That true or not, Love doesn’t stay.