Waiting For Life

Life’s strange and I am just trying to be a stranger
Love’s blind and I am just blinded…
The walk through the faceless multitude
A life spent…in counting down countless countdowns

The anticipation of numerous sunrises
New beginnings and harrowing ends
What is the purpose…
Of the time spent?

The beauty defined by mortal eyes
Emotions auctioned in the dark streets
When all is in turmoil…
It’s only you who can make me still

The oasis of the deserted world
The eternal beauty of sleep
I wish the mystery of death is never solved
It will make life boring…

Here lies my soul
In anticipation of your kiss
My words echoing through the empty heart…
Begging you to come before I become a part of the mad world…

Protest 2 ( Protest or Make Way)

Did you feel the lances of rationality?
Are you a victim of the altar of society?
Are you stunned by the general notoriety?

Wake up and get used to this hypocrisy
The elaborate façade we call democracy
The noose of the soulless hollow bureaucracy…

If you can’t adjust, too bad, make way
Or, maybe you want to face death and say…
If that’s what you want to do, please…please make them pay.

Protest

“don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.”
-Bob Dylan
(the times they are a-changing)


I was the guy
Who burnt in shame
When you were made to run naked
In the streets of civilization

I was the lonely youth
Who stood helpless
When you were torched
For being a witch

I am the insecure angry man
Who died a thousand deaths
In the bloody streets of the city of joy
When I saw the mask of humanity pulled off your bloody faces

Where do I find courage?
To fight a mutated evil
To protest, to stand tall…
When they take away from me all that I have ever known

Together, I dream of a future
An appointment with time
A time for which I waited like no other
A time when we finally protest…

It is time to protest against
The emperor’s nude vanity
To do what the youth stands for…
To herald the time for change…

To The Other Side

The cold nozzle of the gun
Heralded the dawn
Walking on the blood-soiled roads
They walked home

In the anguish of the multitude
Stood a forlorn lover
The stench of her burnt flesh
Fresh in his memory

The nightmarish nights and the dark days
The constant push towards the edge
The hate, the impotent anger, the lost pride
Made him a hollow shell

Fear the wrath of the lonely lover
Fear the sighs of hollowed hearts
Today I am dead for you…
But beware the kiss of a rose…

The Outcast

Tantalizingly close yet a breath too far
Holding on to the cornerstone of my existence
The endless pursuit in search of my identity
Engaged in the futile endeavor to belong…

I walk on the wall of sanity
Daring to look over the edge…
I create my world, where you belong…
I dare to dream of a world where we belong…

Who are they to pass a verdict…
Who gives them the power to fetter my feelings
I dare them to bind the sea
I challenge them to come here and see

Time flows on…as it always does
Carrying with it the flimsy excuse we call humanity
The elaborate masquerade…
To hide their fear of me…you…and us who are different

The crime of love made me an outcast
Romance made me a madman and a fool
But to cap it all, I refused to be a bootlicker
So, helpless, they killed me

I do not write this to complain
Or to change society, to prove the might of the ‘aged’ pen
I write to seek the reason
Why they couldn’t just let me be…

Still Born

The unknown fear of a known devastation
The restless nights of the sleepless city
Spent in your memory…the silent groans
The pain that I cannot explain…

The red pestilence
Keeps thumping against this sleepless monster
How I wish it fell asleep
If only I could offer you a cold red carpet

How harsh, how cruel I have become
You gasp at my insolence
It’s a bad omen to hear dogs cry
Maybe that’s why you shun me…

In this world of wireless communication
I wish I could transcend these mortal fetters…to speak to you…
O’ what is the price
I wish I could buy our dead child some time

We gave birth…
I bore the labour pains as much as you
But you left me to feel
The pain of a still born…

Fightin' A Memory

Why is it so difficult to beat a shadow,
So impossible to give it the slip?
Why is it so tough to forget…
That it follows me…

I wish your memory did not haunt me
I wish I was left alone
Hoping I will move apart
But the farther I go…it follows…

What is it that you want from me?
What is it that is left to give
I gave your freedom…without a fight
And I can’t fight your memory

Please take away your shadow
It pushes me to the edge
It brings back the pain…
There’s just one escape from the shadow…your darkness