Sunday, July 23, 2006
Faceless
wrote this when i thought i should write soemthin real dark n all ...n all i could come up was this shit...dated 3 years back..surprisingly was rated 5 on 5 at a poets society..i wonder how!
Do away with this world
This is ain’t the right place
Ruins the fun in life
The need to live with a face
Faceless that’s what one is
That’s what one needs to be
Put on a thousand masks
But never a face to see
You become what you can
All that you want
You get as the faceless
Never a blame to haunt
Faceless you are god
Faceless you rule your hell
Faceless you are the law
Faceless is where peace will dwell
Grab that mundane head
Do away with the face you don’t need
Become the lord faceless
Its time to sow the pristine seed !
Do away with this world
This is ain’t the right place
Ruins the fun in life
The need to live with a face
Faceless that’s what one is
That’s what one needs to be
Put on a thousand masks
But never a face to see
You become what you can
All that you want
You get as the faceless
Never a blame to haunt
Faceless you are god
Faceless you rule your hell
Faceless you are the law
Faceless is where peace will dwell
Grab that mundane head
Do away with the face you don’t need
Become the lord faceless
Its time to sow the pristine seed !
Thursday, July 20, 2006
the boy in my arms
watching him play
am keen to know
as he runs along the way
as to what he would grow?
out in the beach
when he plays in the sand
wonder if the castles afar
would be built by this very hand
as the night rules the sky
and he searches the sun's lost ray
wonder if he'd foretell
what the stars have to say
on the banks of the river
sitting on what he calls his isle
wonder if he'd bring to life
the lost pharohs of the Nile
in the months of cold
winning the fights of snow
wonder if he'd wield
power only the knights know
he may not rule the lang
nor make its law
he may never cross the seven seass
may forever remain raw
but deep inside i know
that hsi dreams stretch far and long
and this boy, my son
will never tread the path of wrong
am keen to know
as he runs along the way
as to what he would grow?
out in the beach
when he plays in the sand
wonder if the castles afar
would be built by this very hand
as the night rules the sky
and he searches the sun's lost ray
wonder if he'd foretell
what the stars have to say
on the banks of the river
sitting on what he calls his isle
wonder if he'd bring to life
the lost pharohs of the Nile
in the months of cold
winning the fights of snow
wonder if he'd wield
power only the knights know
he may not rule the lang
nor make its law
he may never cross the seven seass
may forever remain raw
but deep inside i know
that hsi dreams stretch far and long
and this boy, my son
will never tread the path of wrong
Sunday, July 16, 2006
the journey ... begins
the journey has been long
strode the way all alone
and now with the wind has gone
the sorrows i harboured all along
and as i near the peak
staring at the distant horizon
there still remains something i seek
seek the hand of that lost liason
hand but there won't be any
as many like me, before me have known
doors i have knocked many
yet just the doors to me were shown
there is a journey for everyone
a journey strange and long
and for our time under the sun
we' ll have tales to tell in a song!
strode the way all alone
and now with the wind has gone
the sorrows i harboured all along
and as i near the peak
staring at the distant horizon
there still remains something i seek
seek the hand of that lost liason
hand but there won't be any
as many like me, before me have known
doors i have knocked many
yet just the doors to me were shown
there is a journey for everyone
a journey strange and long
and for our time under the sun
we' ll have tales to tell in a song!