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PSYSCHIC PANOROMA
Under water fall the god is bleeding
From all his veins tonight
Under deep blue sea the seahorse is riding
A ball of fire tonight
Under crescent moon the raven of love is howling
Just to start a fight tonight
That’s all under the moon a sober
Drunk to immortal death besides a hollow tide tonight
Under water fall the lords of love are bleeding
From all their veins tonight
Under subconscious mind a monkey of grief
Is jumping to start over to end his life tonight
Under chill cold summer avalanche
The broken one is buried into the mass of snow tonight
Under the yellow pale sun
A looser psychic pathetic one is writing
A song of his broken life tonight
And always
He rolls on to this writings
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From all his veins tonight
Under deep blue sea the seahorse is riding
A ball of fire tonight
Under crescent moon the raven of love is howling
Just to start a fight tonight
That’s all under the moon a sober
Drunk to immortal death besides a hollow tide tonight
Under water fall the lords of love are bleeding
From all their veins tonight
Under subconscious mind a monkey of grief
Is jumping to start over to end his life tonight
Under chill cold summer avalanche
The broken one is buried into the mass of snow tonight
Under the yellow pale sun
A looser psychic pathetic one is writing
A song of his broken life tonight
And always
He rolls on to this writings
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PRAYERS
Every song reminds me of my love, like always
Every song relates me to those moments, like I’m drowned
When I breathe, every air reminds me of what she owe me
Every day reminds me of my life when I tried so hard and I fail
What stories this story possesses? Me alongside
Longing for the sun to shine on me some day
I travail to smile, she ruptured my bleeding lips
I gave up smiling; she crushed my heart gently into a crusher machine
Now the heart is broken, yet it prays for you only
Now minds are vacant, yet they think of you only
Now this life is deserted, yet they want your life be bloomed
Now these breathe are absurd, yet they pass on towards the last one
Scanty eyes look lovely, moist with prayers, not to hurt you
Fragile smile once in a while, couldn’t keep me at ease at all
And sometimes the wind blows with the scent of your hairs
God! How seriously I pray? To bring back those old days
God! How humbly I pray? Keep me at some ease with care.
Truncated with a blunt knife, scratching a heart with care
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Every song relates me to those moments, like I’m drowned
When I breathe, every air reminds me of what she owe me
Every day reminds me of my life when I tried so hard and I fail
What stories this story possesses? Me alongside
Longing for the sun to shine on me some day
I travail to smile, she ruptured my bleeding lips
I gave up smiling; she crushed my heart gently into a crusher machine
Now the heart is broken, yet it prays for you only
Now minds are vacant, yet they think of you only
Now this life is deserted, yet they want your life be bloomed
Now these breathe are absurd, yet they pass on towards the last one
Scanty eyes look lovely, moist with prayers, not to hurt you
Fragile smile once in a while, couldn’t keep me at ease at all
And sometimes the wind blows with the scent of your hairs
God! How seriously I pray? To bring back those old days
God! How humbly I pray? Keep me at some ease with care.
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VENGENCE
She mumbled at night with rage that strung her head
It’s been a hectic day to revenge though I could smile
But no, a day wasted without revenge and canopy covered smile
Yes, carry on in your head. A princess to turn me beheaded
She mumbled my revered life with a knife of hollow love
And gestured my heart clinching her fist all at once and cloned
And the midnight mare ruined the eyes. Yes red eye cried alone
And banged her knee to my memories, evoking all I would have gained
A queen of light, far beyond imagination, provoked him to die
A coffin of hooks and spikes to the dead maim, shufti to hear a cry
Buried alive in a deep blue sea so the carcass of soul would never fly
On I choked, suffocated my air with smile. Just asked, I won’t deny my grave
She abandoned my fate, never believed in my words
All was like a cloned mirage of love. Never demanded
Won’t have been a sin, if asked someday I’d jump of cliff
Won’t have been so hard just asked I’d have cut my veins
Remain alive till the moment heart pumped each ounce of blood
And then be declared dead as a stone.
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It’s been a hectic day to revenge though I could smile
But no, a day wasted without revenge and canopy covered smile
Yes, carry on in your head. A princess to turn me beheaded
She mumbled my revered life with a knife of hollow love
And gestured my heart clinching her fist all at once and cloned
And the midnight mare ruined the eyes. Yes red eye cried alone
And banged her knee to my memories, evoking all I would have gained
A queen of light, far beyond imagination, provoked him to die
A coffin of hooks and spikes to the dead maim, shufti to hear a cry
Buried alive in a deep blue sea so the carcass of soul would never fly
On I choked, suffocated my air with smile. Just asked, I won’t deny my grave
She abandoned my fate, never believed in my words
All was like a cloned mirage of love. Never demanded
Won’t have been a sin, if asked someday I’d jump of cliff
Won’t have been so hard just asked I’d have cut my veins
Remain alive till the moment heart pumped each ounce of blood
And then be declared dead as a stone.
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SHE LEFT
She left him when he needed her the most. That’s why he was silent. Silence is the greatest pain to mankind and is mostly dangerous and fatal to the weaker ones. He was weak. And some day he tried to commit suicide. And he failed for four times. Now he is on the run for the final one and he’s sure he won’t fail this time. He knew how to commit a successful suicide. He’s got a bottle of poison always with him. He’s started the habit to drinking alcohol. And he’s developed a habit of being fearless, not at least to die. Now he doesn’t feel pity for his life. And some day may be within a couple of months or three he would get himself drunk, take all the sleeping tablets he had, drink all the poison he has and finally jump off a building. There won’t be anyone to cry for him if he does so and he knows he’ll do it for sure within some months. As for now he’s killing his time.
People won’t understand him. It’s just impossible to live without love that you used to get. An idiot is about die.
How would you feel when people once who used to love started hating you? And when people who once used to love you just don’t want to see your face any more, obviously you don’t want to live any more and when you can’t even die life would be just be a living hell. But he won’t live long for sure coz the countdown has already begun.
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People won’t understand him. It’s just impossible to live without love that you used to get. An idiot is about die.
How would you feel when people once who used to love started hating you? And when people who once used to love you just don’t want to see your face any more, obviously you don’t want to live any more and when you can’t even die life would be just be a living hell. But he won’t live long for sure coz the countdown has already begun.
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MEMORIES
Suffocation ablaze in thy heart ruptured yet beating
Blur images soaked into summer rain just cheating
Mesmerizing into minds running bleating numb and pleading
I’m just sitting in my body waiting for my soul to fly away
I am who I am knows not what I can be to I am
And I learn what I learn all about learning nature
Yet I can be who I should’ve been, not who I must be
I’m just waiting in the earth, when no one walks out alive
This world is living hell. Heaven I’ll see as I die
Honesty and decency for love with purity
Led to a hallow nightmare into vicious unmerited dignity
I should’ve gone a thousand years ago before I was born
This life on earth is for the sinners to be crucified
With emotions that cheats and hurts and grasp
All you have and chop your purity into millions
Pieces of worthless piece of scrap never ending
“No one walks out of this place alive”
Why wont thee believe as it as truth? Why?
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Blur images soaked into summer rain just cheating
Mesmerizing into minds running bleating numb and pleading
I’m just sitting in my body waiting for my soul to fly away
I am who I am knows not what I can be to I am
And I learn what I learn all about learning nature
Yet I can be who I should’ve been, not who I must be
I’m just waiting in the earth, when no one walks out alive
This world is living hell. Heaven I’ll see as I die
Honesty and decency for love with purity
Led to a hallow nightmare into vicious unmerited dignity
I should’ve gone a thousand years ago before I was born
This life on earth is for the sinners to be crucified
With emotions that cheats and hurts and grasp
All you have and chop your purity into millions
Pieces of worthless piece of scrap never ending
“No one walks out of this place alive”
Why wont thee believe as it as truth? Why?
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GOD IN MESS
1.
There he was, standing on a stairway of a holy temple. He was deeply mourned by his past and present was entangled into the memories that often made him cry. It was early, so early morning that the doors of the holy temple were not even opened. He said “God, today it’s gonna be the worse day for you coz your first encounter is a mess with all life cursed.” When he looked at the sky, he could even see the full bright moon and tiny stars twinkling at their pride. Feels like they were so happy and when he looked at them for a long time they just disappeared into the morning light.
The door opened. It was a holy monk. He was chanting some holy chants and he started cleaning the staircase with a broom. The monk was astonished to see him so early, but he didn’t question him anything because you can come to a temple any time you like to. The boy asked the monk if he could talk with the god inside the temple for sometime, alone. The monk refused at once coz this hasn’t happened till date and he was quite worried if this particular guy was a smuggler or someone who’d just harm the dignity of the temple. The boy looked into the eyes of the monk and said “if only this was possible.” He thanked the monk and then said ‘even the god has no any time for me’ as he was climbing down the stairs. The monk was confused by the strange look of this guy. His look was filled with agony, regret, failure, hope, tears and most important things ‘prayers.’ The monk shouted just moments before the boy was out of the premises. He said ‘my son, keep it short and before other pilgrims come in you need to get out, you got that?’ The monk felt a fire, a burnt out fire, still that igniting to find a medium to burn a quite a lot of things or light a candle in a dark room, or maybe, into his eyes. His look troubled him so much that he let the boy do what no one has done. ‘I don’t know but this guy got some decent trouble yet came here to beg a little more courage to defend the world I guess’ he said to the world.
The boy slowly climbed the stairs without even thanking the monk. Slowly and steadily he climbed the stairs with all patience and thinking what was going wrong lately in minds. To his left, was a big bell and to both the ends, there were statue of fierce lions staring at the boy as if they were alive, they’d love to break him into pieces as they can the smell the blood flowing into his spines with just tiny force.
He had no incense stick to indulge this fresh morning air into fragrances, no particular prayer material, and no money to bribe the holy stone hearted god made of solid rock, not even words to share with him. The monk was there, silently and steadily watching the boy being very cautious so that the boy couldn’t even notice him, or may be the presence of the monk wouldn’t trouble the boy at all. After being very still for a moment or two, the boy entered the main temple where ‘the god’ captured into his eyes. The statue was in a decently decorated state with crimson light, and flowers everywhere. A strong faint incense fragrance prevailed in the air but the god was completely numb in his state. The God, he had two wide opened eyes as if they could see anything and everything but not his pain and agony, a smiling face in extremely happy posture as if there was no any word of sadness throughout the universe, well built muscular body. Now this well built muscular design troubled the boy so much. He thought ‘even the Gods needs to look the most attractive divine beings among others, has a well built muscle. What for? May be even the gods hate the ugly beings like he is. The god also had four hands each holding different weapons like a sword, an spear, a bow and to his surprise a flower in one of his hand. Seemed like god is going to a battlefield and wants to see the war to be a beautiful one where divine bodies are killed and yet there would be no bloodshed. Sculptures live in divine world he thought. Now how could anyone have thought about these kinds of things? A God needs weapon, what for? To kill for sure, and if the Gods don’t have to kill anyone why in the hell should they carry weapons. All of a sudden, tears rolled by his cheeks that the monk could easily see and yet he spoke no words. The monk just wants to make sure that the boy was praying. The boy felt pity for the holy God. The boy stared into the eyes of the stone eyed God. If there was God, he could easily read into his eyes what was going wrong with his eyes. What a pity state the God was in? The god was in a perfect state of being numb coz everything has to be done by the monk. ‘He’s totally paranoid’ the boy said his first word to the monk. ‘He who couldn’t do anything for himself can do no help to me, Baba. Now saying these words the boy at once started laughing loud enough to break all silence. ‘The god has eyes but couldn’t see what’s going wrong, he has ears but he never listened my prayers not even once throughout my entire life, he has legs but cant move a single move. The God is in total mess, Baba. He can do nothing to any one. It’s useless to pray. I won’t pray to any God. Look at you! You’ve been praying for quite a long time but I can’t even see a glimpse of pleasure within you. Oh God! What a mess we are in you, me and the Stone God.
The monk started to think that this particular guy was lunatic as moments earlier he was weeping and all of sudden he started laughing and now he is shouting on top of his lungs saying there Ain’t a god of stone. ‘I should get this fellow out of the premises’ the monk thought.
‘Yes, I am mad’ he shouted ‘coz nobody understands what I’m talking about. I’m mad. Coz all who once loves and care for me leave me one after another without even giving me a clue why or what for? Yes I’m mad. That’s what you are thinking, aren’t you?’The monk was speechless as the boy hurriedly left the premises and before the monk could say anything, he was gone.
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There he was, standing on a stairway of a holy temple. He was deeply mourned by his past and present was entangled into the memories that often made him cry. It was early, so early morning that the doors of the holy temple were not even opened. He said “God, today it’s gonna be the worse day for you coz your first encounter is a mess with all life cursed.” When he looked at the sky, he could even see the full bright moon and tiny stars twinkling at their pride. Feels like they were so happy and when he looked at them for a long time they just disappeared into the morning light.
The door opened. It was a holy monk. He was chanting some holy chants and he started cleaning the staircase with a broom. The monk was astonished to see him so early, but he didn’t question him anything because you can come to a temple any time you like to. The boy asked the monk if he could talk with the god inside the temple for sometime, alone. The monk refused at once coz this hasn’t happened till date and he was quite worried if this particular guy was a smuggler or someone who’d just harm the dignity of the temple. The boy looked into the eyes of the monk and said “if only this was possible.” He thanked the monk and then said ‘even the god has no any time for me’ as he was climbing down the stairs. The monk was confused by the strange look of this guy. His look was filled with agony, regret, failure, hope, tears and most important things ‘prayers.’ The monk shouted just moments before the boy was out of the premises. He said ‘my son, keep it short and before other pilgrims come in you need to get out, you got that?’ The monk felt a fire, a burnt out fire, still that igniting to find a medium to burn a quite a lot of things or light a candle in a dark room, or maybe, into his eyes. His look troubled him so much that he let the boy do what no one has done. ‘I don’t know but this guy got some decent trouble yet came here to beg a little more courage to defend the world I guess’ he said to the world.
The boy slowly climbed the stairs without even thanking the monk. Slowly and steadily he climbed the stairs with all patience and thinking what was going wrong lately in minds. To his left, was a big bell and to both the ends, there were statue of fierce lions staring at the boy as if they were alive, they’d love to break him into pieces as they can the smell the blood flowing into his spines with just tiny force.
He had no incense stick to indulge this fresh morning air into fragrances, no particular prayer material, and no money to bribe the holy stone hearted god made of solid rock, not even words to share with him. The monk was there, silently and steadily watching the boy being very cautious so that the boy couldn’t even notice him, or may be the presence of the monk wouldn’t trouble the boy at all. After being very still for a moment or two, the boy entered the main temple where ‘the god’ captured into his eyes. The statue was in a decently decorated state with crimson light, and flowers everywhere. A strong faint incense fragrance prevailed in the air but the god was completely numb in his state. The God, he had two wide opened eyes as if they could see anything and everything but not his pain and agony, a smiling face in extremely happy posture as if there was no any word of sadness throughout the universe, well built muscular body. Now this well built muscular design troubled the boy so much. He thought ‘even the Gods needs to look the most attractive divine beings among others, has a well built muscle. What for? May be even the gods hate the ugly beings like he is. The god also had four hands each holding different weapons like a sword, an spear, a bow and to his surprise a flower in one of his hand. Seemed like god is going to a battlefield and wants to see the war to be a beautiful one where divine bodies are killed and yet there would be no bloodshed. Sculptures live in divine world he thought. Now how could anyone have thought about these kinds of things? A God needs weapon, what for? To kill for sure, and if the Gods don’t have to kill anyone why in the hell should they carry weapons. All of a sudden, tears rolled by his cheeks that the monk could easily see and yet he spoke no words. The monk just wants to make sure that the boy was praying. The boy felt pity for the holy God. The boy stared into the eyes of the stone eyed God. If there was God, he could easily read into his eyes what was going wrong with his eyes. What a pity state the God was in? The god was in a perfect state of being numb coz everything has to be done by the monk. ‘He’s totally paranoid’ the boy said his first word to the monk. ‘He who couldn’t do anything for himself can do no help to me, Baba. Now saying these words the boy at once started laughing loud enough to break all silence. ‘The god has eyes but couldn’t see what’s going wrong, he has ears but he never listened my prayers not even once throughout my entire life, he has legs but cant move a single move. The God is in total mess, Baba. He can do nothing to any one. It’s useless to pray. I won’t pray to any God. Look at you! You’ve been praying for quite a long time but I can’t even see a glimpse of pleasure within you. Oh God! What a mess we are in you, me and the Stone God.
The monk started to think that this particular guy was lunatic as moments earlier he was weeping and all of sudden he started laughing and now he is shouting on top of his lungs saying there Ain’t a god of stone. ‘I should get this fellow out of the premises’ the monk thought.
‘Yes, I am mad’ he shouted ‘coz nobody understands what I’m talking about. I’m mad. Coz all who once loves and care for me leave me one after another without even giving me a clue why or what for? Yes I’m mad. That’s what you are thinking, aren’t you?’The monk was speechless as the boy hurriedly left the premises and before the monk could say anything, he was gone.
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A COMPLETE STRANGER
When a stranger is strange, don’t look into his eyes
Those eyes red as blood just staring at minds
And when a friend is a stranger………………..
Nothing looks alright, tits and bits of words
Just scatter now and then with no reason to smile
As you pass by, a complete stranger is never strange
Words flow like ‘The Niagara Falls’, a million of those
And some fly in the atmosphere of moisture
And some scanty, once in blue moon, eyes
And as you stop working on your minds alone
Then once more to a complete stranger, you just vacant
I think I’m a complete stranger to me
Never knew myself, what I was made up of?
But when I met a complete stranger
I know a little bit of me and a little more of ‘er
The less I understand as the more I try to know
The more I be a complete stranger to me
Time heals the wounds, do what? When time is wound
All you can do is just kill time as time kills you
Time and again when you look into the mirror
You become a complete stranger to the other.
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Those eyes red as blood just staring at minds
And when a friend is a stranger………………..
Nothing looks alright, tits and bits of words
Just scatter now and then with no reason to smile
As you pass by, a complete stranger is never strange
Words flow like ‘The Niagara Falls’, a million of those
And some fly in the atmosphere of moisture
And some scanty, once in blue moon, eyes
And as you stop working on your minds alone
Then once more to a complete stranger, you just vacant
I think I’m a complete stranger to me
Never knew myself, what I was made up of?
But when I met a complete stranger
I know a little bit of me and a little more of ‘er
The less I understand as the more I try to know
The more I be a complete stranger to me
Time heals the wounds, do what? When time is wound
All you can do is just kill time as time kills you
Time and again when you look into the mirror
You become a complete stranger to the other.
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VAUGE IMAGINATION
I set a fire between the dusts
The morning sun drinks from the stars
I set a question on into my sky
Soft ray glossy bay enchanted dreams, laugh out alright
Oh! How I wonder an alter monsoon
Be light the dark into a well as dungeon
Deep down I smile as a cupid just in chains
Rumors all strikes into my head, decisive
Oh no what’s this? I caught into the spider web
Could I be found into these dreams?
How I could run like I fly to the air
And show thee what it like is to be
A handful heart full of gold
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The morning sun drinks from the stars
I set a question on into my sky
Soft ray glossy bay enchanted dreams, laugh out alright
Oh! How I wonder an alter monsoon
Be light the dark into a well as dungeon
Deep down I smile as a cupid just in chains
Rumors all strikes into my head, decisive
Oh no what’s this? I caught into the spider web
Could I be found into these dreams?
How I could run like I fly to the air
And show thee what it like is to be
A handful heart full of gold
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I WANT TO GET LOST INTO THE WILDS
Change your name your identity
Money makes people cautious
So I don’t need money
Laughter of satisfaction
Gives me truth, blood is hunger and thirst
Drunk and got no idea what for
I want to get lost
I’m trying myself, not to be found
Violence we are forced to witness
Oh! You are just a melting summer
Money leads to blindness
Into the dunes I fly
Choose between the unchooseable
Power is an illusion
All is not well for hippie perimeter
I echo into the wild
It’s funny how funny things happen at a particular time
A murderer of every day’s truth
Work for the sake of work, not money?
Some people feel like they don’t deserve love
They walk away quietly, can’t be Jesus always
Golden wheat gives happiness
I’m on my own, into it all alone
You don’t need to be strong, just feel strong
Into the wild, living under nature not under society
Hippocrates, politician
It’s mistake. I’ll do it and I know I’m a fool
Be advised, don’t try to be happy, be happy
Sacrificed without a fight
Don’t try to track me down, I want to get lost
Lost into the wild, for myself, being happy
Devastation cut them all
I’ll be the harvester of thy sorrow for real
Walking through the desert of snow
God! How could be so beautiful at things?
Something is more than anger
My nature drives me crazy into the wild
With wild horses running all around
Freedom is simple and beautiful
And the world can’t wait any longer
King of the road lost into the forest
Of wild metal ironic homes
Back to home making way
To find who you are into manhood
Cops can hit hard but can’t help at all
And now,
Back into the wild
I want to be free
Heading towards north
Back to society
You are a crazy bitch………..society
Hope you (society) are not lonely without me
I turn the river flowing but wont turn my way. Coz off it
Desperation and guilt brings pain
A love of mother has no radical instinct
What are those metaphors made up off?
No regret, no remorse
No time late coming back to home
Find yourself a perfect love
As a perfect love finds you
And you’ll know traveling into the wild
Children’s can be harsh to parents
And I’ll be coming home
Make me an angel
I could fly into the lights
Believing, living is just a hard way to go
Afraid to die! That’s what you are all about not me
You’re goin’ home from the wild
Into the wild
You’re healing well, well off your cuts
Into the wild
You are playing high, high above sky
You’re playing, praying there
Into the wild
Into the wild, you’re cared
Be thy mother, be thy nature
I’m loving it all, into the wild
Could I unleash the lion?
And you unleash your pain?
Smiling into the journey you pass
Just lost into the wild
Found!
Found within yourself
You can’t be god always.
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Money makes people cautious
So I don’t need money
Laughter of satisfaction
Gives me truth, blood is hunger and thirst
Drunk and got no idea what for
I want to get lost
I’m trying myself, not to be found
Violence we are forced to witness
Oh! You are just a melting summer
Money leads to blindness
Into the dunes I fly
Choose between the unchooseable
Power is an illusion
All is not well for hippie perimeter
I echo into the wild
It’s funny how funny things happen at a particular time
A murderer of every day’s truth
Work for the sake of work, not money?
Some people feel like they don’t deserve love
They walk away quietly, can’t be Jesus always
Golden wheat gives happiness
I’m on my own, into it all alone
You don’t need to be strong, just feel strong
Into the wild, living under nature not under society
Hippocrates, politician
It’s mistake. I’ll do it and I know I’m a fool
Be advised, don’t try to be happy, be happy
Sacrificed without a fight
Don’t try to track me down, I want to get lost
Lost into the wild, for myself, being happy
Devastation cut them all
I’ll be the harvester of thy sorrow for real
Walking through the desert of snow
God! How could be so beautiful at things?
Something is more than anger
My nature drives me crazy into the wild
With wild horses running all around
Freedom is simple and beautiful
And the world can’t wait any longer
King of the road lost into the forest
Of wild metal ironic homes
Back to home making way
To find who you are into manhood
Cops can hit hard but can’t help at all
And now,
Back into the wild
I want to be free
Heading towards north
Back to society
You are a crazy bitch………..society
Hope you (society) are not lonely without me
I turn the river flowing but wont turn my way. Coz off it
Desperation and guilt brings pain
A love of mother has no radical instinct
What are those metaphors made up off?
No regret, no remorse
No time late coming back to home
Find yourself a perfect love
As a perfect love finds you
And you’ll know traveling into the wild
Children’s can be harsh to parents
And I’ll be coming home
Make me an angel
I could fly into the lights
Believing, living is just a hard way to go
Afraid to die! That’s what you are all about not me
You’re goin’ home from the wild
Into the wild
You’re healing well, well off your cuts
Into the wild
You are playing high, high above sky
You’re playing, praying there
Into the wild
Into the wild, you’re cared
Be thy mother, be thy nature
I’m loving it all, into the wild
Could I unleash the lion?
And you unleash your pain?
Smiling into the journey you pass
Just lost into the wild
Found!
Found within yourself
You can’t be god always.
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Smile
When you smile, an angel smiles, may it be a killing one
When you talk, a nightingale sings, sometimes I howl alone
When you walk, a drunken snake, each move curved into fantasy
When you cry, an innocent baby does, each tear rare as pearl
When I smile, an eagle’s shout, loud shrill and unclear seismic
When I talk, a stone to the rock, sometimes once in a while
When I walk, head down to ground with guilt, each move regret a step
When I cry…, each night
It’s meant for you
When the wind whispers holding my mind to the pace
When the sun shines, each day to light your life
The moon keeps throwing dew drops to mine
When the rain drops enchant your eternal dignities
A deity forbids you to be me
It’s meant for you
But,
When a poor heart mourns
When a decent one, hides its attributes
When a breathe whispers him to die
When a tornado passes him by
A chill life moist with cold
When loneliness haunts his silence
Then
It’s all meant for me,
It’s not for you at all
It’s my prayers work for you
It’s my happiness gifted to you
It’s my last wish for you before the last one
It’s the final one in the command line
All vulgar and still
Each prayer would meant for you
All just for you
Till the end of time
For you and always for you
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When you talk, a nightingale sings, sometimes I howl alone
When you walk, a drunken snake, each move curved into fantasy
When you cry, an innocent baby does, each tear rare as pearl
When I smile, an eagle’s shout, loud shrill and unclear seismic
When I talk, a stone to the rock, sometimes once in a while
When I walk, head down to ground with guilt, each move regret a step
When I cry…, each night
It’s meant for you
When the wind whispers holding my mind to the pace
When the sun shines, each day to light your life
The moon keeps throwing dew drops to mine
When the rain drops enchant your eternal dignities
A deity forbids you to be me
It’s meant for you
But,
When a poor heart mourns
When a decent one, hides its attributes
When a breathe whispers him to die
When a tornado passes him by
A chill life moist with cold
When loneliness haunts his silence
Then
It’s all meant for me,
It’s not for you at all
It’s my prayers work for you
It’s my happiness gifted to you
It’s my last wish for you before the last one
It’s the final one in the command line
All vulgar and still
Each prayer would meant for you
All just for you
Till the end of time
For you and always for you
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Psychic Panoroma
Under water fall the god is bleeding
From all his veins tonight
Under deep blue sea the seahorse is riding
A ball of fire tonight
Under crescent moon the raven of love is howling
Just to start a fight tonight
That’s all under the moon a sober
Drunk to immortal death besides a hollow tide tonight
Under water fall the lords of love are bleeding
From all their veins tonight
Under subconscious mind a monkey of grief
Is jumping to start over to end his life tonight
Under chill cold summer avalanche
The broken one is buried into the mass of snow tonight
Under the yellow pale sun
A looser psychic pathetic one is writing
A song of his broken life tonight
And always
He rolls on to this writings
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From all his veins tonight
Under deep blue sea the seahorse is riding
A ball of fire tonight
Under crescent moon the raven of love is howling
Just to start a fight tonight
That’s all under the moon a sober
Drunk to immortal death besides a hollow tide tonight
Under water fall the lords of love are bleeding
From all their veins tonight
Under subconscious mind a monkey of grief
Is jumping to start over to end his life tonight
Under chill cold summer avalanche
The broken one is buried into the mass of snow tonight
Under the yellow pale sun
A looser psychic pathetic one is writing
A song of his broken life tonight
And always
He rolls on to this writings
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NIGHTMARE
Stone temple by a cemetery
A crescent moon bleeding to the stars
A naked tree scary as when the wind
Howls into its bones
Ruthless wind whistles by the ear
And a shadow starts creeping
Near to you as farther you go
A racing heartbeat would bang
With each whisper pass through the ear
As the eyes starts to search where there’s no one
Somebody please let me away through the path
As when the winds laugh into my minds
And a footstep follows me with no one behind
I walk and run but why won’t this road end
To the time where my life stats to fade
I hear the bells of the tower that never rang
And the bush turns into spikes and hooks
When the earth starts to tremble as I feel
I’m walking into my cemetery for the first time
And those who’ll lick my blood as some chew my flesh
I wake into my bed with sweats down my forehead
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A crescent moon bleeding to the stars
A naked tree scary as when the wind
Howls into its bones
Ruthless wind whistles by the ear
And a shadow starts creeping
Near to you as farther you go
A racing heartbeat would bang
With each whisper pass through the ear
As the eyes starts to search where there’s no one
Somebody please let me away through the path
As when the winds laugh into my minds
And a footstep follows me with no one behind
I walk and run but why won’t this road end
To the time where my life stats to fade
I hear the bells of the tower that never rang
And the bush turns into spikes and hooks
When the earth starts to tremble as I feel
I’m walking into my cemetery for the first time
And those who’ll lick my blood as some chew my flesh
I wake into my bed with sweats down my forehead
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FADED LIFE
Raindrops keep falling in my head
As I was creeping between the lines
Blood droops keep falling to the ground
As I was cutting my veins to bleed for your smiles
Teardrops keeps falling down my eyes
As I was lost into the memories of past
Mere hope keep falling down my heart
As I was sleepy into the death at last
Pure prayer keeps falling down my lips
As I was wiping down the love and grip
Scanty life keeps falling to leap the death
As true love keep failing down to my grave.
Never ending nightmare keeps falling down to my dreams
As each insomniac night I woke up crying into screams
No words keep falling down to my ears
As I was lost into hope to hear some today
So tear drops keeps falling through my eyes
As I was praying forever you to be mine may be today.
Dark pills keep falling down through my throat
As I lay insomniac all nights long soaked into guilt
Black ray keep falling into canvas as I was holding a brush
Felt into the tornado, as he was to no love just for a crush
Plain eyes got soaked into rotten smile
As he was running a mile and some more miles alone
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As I was creeping between the lines
Blood droops keep falling to the ground
As I was cutting my veins to bleed for your smiles
Teardrops keeps falling down my eyes
As I was lost into the memories of past
Mere hope keep falling down my heart
As I was sleepy into the death at last
Pure prayer keeps falling down my lips
As I was wiping down the love and grip
Scanty life keeps falling to leap the death
As true love keep failing down to my grave.
Never ending nightmare keeps falling down to my dreams
As each insomniac night I woke up crying into screams
No words keep falling down to my ears
As I was lost into hope to hear some today
So tear drops keeps falling through my eyes
As I was praying forever you to be mine may be today.
Dark pills keep falling down through my throat
As I lay insomniac all nights long soaked into guilt
Black ray keep falling into canvas as I was holding a brush
Felt into the tornado, as he was to no love just for a crush
Plain eyes got soaked into rotten smile
As he was running a mile and some more miles alone
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IT WILL BE YOURS
It will be yours what’s not.
Why doth thee believe so?
Tell my heart, why so determined
My troubled heart, Is this love?
Why doth thee live into my dreams?
Tell it my heart, why you ask it to me?
She is my way out, she is my goal
She is my navy, she is my sea
Tell it! How is this circumstance?
Don’t know how far we’ve reached
Walking into different ways
My troubled heart, Is this love?
.
Why doth I always listen your stories?
Someday these distances would lessen.
You admire my heart, at your wish
My wishes are sacrificed, no objections
Why is this madness? What’s the run?
Why doth thee adopt this desire?
Troubled heart, is this love
Yes the troubled one.
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Why doth thee believe so?
Tell my heart, why so determined
My troubled heart, Is this love?
Why doth thee live into my dreams?
Tell it my heart, why you ask it to me?
She is my way out, she is my goal
She is my navy, she is my sea
Tell it! How is this circumstance?
Don’t know how far we’ve reached
Walking into different ways
My troubled heart, Is this love?
.
Why doth I always listen your stories?
Someday these distances would lessen.
You admire my heart, at your wish
My wishes are sacrificed, no objections
Why is this madness? What’s the run?
Why doth thee adopt this desire?
Troubled heart, is this love
Yes the troubled one.
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BE ADVISED
Why it hurts when you smile
May be jealousy burns within, may be a closed file
You won’t understand, where ever I may roam, can’t go home
May be it’s about to end, I love you, if u can always welcome
But be advised!
It’s not for anyone else.
Above us is sky; below me is some ground where I could stand
In between I’m trapped into your vague memories that recall
Now onwards I won’t recall them at all, keep yourself always firm
The world is a mean place to be in, but my prayers will heal you all
To get is a desire, wish to get you is pure yet dignified
To grasp a sin, trouble you is clinching heart, love justified
Don’t have desire, preacher enchant blessings of holy condemn
I wait for you before the wait is over; I know you’ll be back someday
But be advised!
It’s just for you not for anyone else.
Be advised! It’s rare yet I believe in purity of love you have
Be advised! If you’re gone, like a monk without chants
A rose without hooks, smile without desire for reality
Be advised!
Rivers loose there way yet meet to the sea
It’s just for you and always
Be it for you.
Wish you be back to me
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May be jealousy burns within, may be a closed file
You won’t understand, where ever I may roam, can’t go home
May be it’s about to end, I love you, if u can always welcome
But be advised!
It’s not for anyone else.
Above us is sky; below me is some ground where I could stand
In between I’m trapped into your vague memories that recall
Now onwards I won’t recall them at all, keep yourself always firm
The world is a mean place to be in, but my prayers will heal you all
To get is a desire, wish to get you is pure yet dignified
To grasp a sin, trouble you is clinching heart, love justified
Don’t have desire, preacher enchant blessings of holy condemn
I wait for you before the wait is over; I know you’ll be back someday
But be advised!
It’s just for you not for anyone else.
Be advised! It’s rare yet I believe in purity of love you have
Be advised! If you’re gone, like a monk without chants
A rose without hooks, smile without desire for reality
Be advised!
Rivers loose there way yet meet to the sea
It’s just for you and always
Be it for you.
Wish you be back to me
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AN ANNIVERSARY
AN ANNIVERSARY,
To celebrate,
With tears and pain,
Agony and regret,
Without smile and laughter,
Guilt and prayers,
Hope and dreams,
Blood and memories!!!
A vague and intense life,
A cruel and hated god,
With no or scattered aims,
With prayers for future,
To someone you love.
For someone you’ll always love.
What an anniversary?
Day to remember,
Forever in memories,
A day to laugh out,
Forever with fate,
A day that disguise
All emotions in tears,
And last forever
Till the day you die.
Without knowing
What went wrong?
Nobody’s to tell
Now onwards
Life will be
Like a living hell.
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To celebrate,
With tears and pain,
Agony and regret,
Without smile and laughter,
Guilt and prayers,
Hope and dreams,
Blood and memories!!!
A vague and intense life,
A cruel and hated god,
With no or scattered aims,
With prayers for future,
To someone you love.
For someone you’ll always love.
What an anniversary?
Day to remember,
Forever in memories,
A day to laugh out,
Forever with fate,
A day that disguise
All emotions in tears,
And last forever
Till the day you die.
Without knowing
What went wrong?
Nobody’s to tell
Now onwards
Life will be
Like a living hell.
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A DEAD WARRIOR
A dead warrior
With a blunt sword
In a war of immortals
Yielding no blood
Yet need to fight
Just to stay
Alive for a while,
While life pass through
And for the meantime
A drought of blood in field
Later,
A flood of blood
Flowing from all possible veins
Hand cuff and chains
Metal ball rolling in the ground
As he walks with soldiers behind
His ideology of war
"A warrior with bare hands can conquer the whole world"
Failed as he walks with weary head
Fades as he's a war prisoner
And rest his life would
Remain besides bars in a dungeon
Calling death has no reason to live
Yet granted a life merciful with fate
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With a blunt sword
In a war of immortals
Yielding no blood
Yet need to fight
Just to stay
Alive for a while,
While life pass through
And for the meantime
A drought of blood in field
Later,
A flood of blood
Flowing from all possible veins
Hand cuff and chains
Metal ball rolling in the ground
As he walks with soldiers behind
His ideology of war
"A warrior with bare hands can conquer the whole world"
Failed as he walks with weary head
Fades as he's a war prisoner
And rest his life would
Remain besides bars in a dungeon
Calling death has no reason to live
Yet granted a life merciful with fate
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