The shallow water still reflects the moon,
A drop of water ripples the sky,
In night what shall we do,
Where the pyre dies in anguish,
This road shall not lead to paradise,
Gasping for air while crawling this path,
Found another soul of self,
One for hunger and one for greed,
Its sure we have no where to go,
Or do we know where to go?
He who enlightened the life with pain,
Showed no pain but life,
For we shall be thankful to live,
Than forget this pain,
Between birth and death,
All shall we know,
Beyond this sanctity what shall I seek,
For smell of a flower or cry of a baby,
What shall I know, If not for life I have,
He who enlightened the life with pain,
Showed no pain but life,
For we shall be thankful to live,
Than forget this pain,
What we need is what he seth,
What we desire explains no destiny,
It hard to play the natures rule,
We are just occupt a space in the vast,
He who enlightened the life with pain,
Showed no pain but life,
For we shall be thankful to live,
Than forget this pain,
The purpose of life we seek,
May be the purpose in itself,
Shall we not succeed,
But die not in misery,
He who enlightened the life with pain,
Showed no pain but life,
For we shall be thankful to live,
Thank forget this pain…..
Life is a fine piece of art
While it is in our hands it is crafted
We are no artists to crave a master piece
We are a bunch on novice playing a master
Like a sculpture we have broken many wings of the angel
Like a poet we have misrepresented the syntax
Like lovers we have fallen in for inanimate things
Yet as a soul from every err of ours learn a new technique
What is life without misery?
Who would know happiness without sadness?
As a pupil we are blindfolded of our next lesson
Yet we are not tired to learn the fine art of life
Someday we shall master this art
And when we leave this space behind
Lets us wear the smile of atonement
Sure we shall have lived the art….
The heart thy mind teh does not part,
Schism the peace thy neva brought,
An evil in good and good in evil,
Who wins who, when the world sees no parate,
One shall not let the other sieze,
One shall not let the other breath,
Are tis a sane battle of neva’end,
Or mystical paradoxes to dead end….
I am here yet not,
My being here is not questioned,
My being is here is not distinguishable,
If what I see is what you see,
If what I hear is what you hear,
If what I smell is what you smell,
Then why is it I don’t feel what you feel,
Am I dreaming this reality?
Or profoundly confused in this illusion,
Solutions not deep enough,
Questions not shallow enough,
Am I here or not,
My being is not questioned,
My being here is jus not distinguishable….
Road to Boston brings in old memory,
Her seemless smile and honey filled voice,
Its been ages since I heard ‘em,
O’girl, my lil child here I come,
No road is straight,
Like life thall twisted and turned,
Papa cant wait no more,
O’girl, my lil child I am coming home,
The first step you took,
Be it the first toy you broke,
Brings in million expressions,
O’girl, my lil child can’t wait to see you,
For twenty five years have past,
Civilization has changed,
My angel still stays the same,
O’girl, my lil child hope he shall keep you happy too…
No one whispered the truth,
It was their perception that spread,
What I envisaged was simplicity,
It gave a life thus complicated,
Some said it was not real,
Came the truth with no less price,
Salting the wound the way to make me strong,
Tears, pain and life make me long,
What makes the man what he is,
The man himself or those eyes thy beholds,
What I feel right make a person,
Who acts to them righteous,
As a human I fail myself,
Being someone that the worlds want outta me,
I love being hated for the way I am,
Than to be loved for someone else…
We are all happy
We are all sad
Is it the phase we face
Or the mask we choose
We may not cry
We may not laugh
We even don’t know the reality
Are we ever in a pursuit to know it,
In illusion we live
Happily wearing the mask
Mask to please
Mask to win
Mask to mask the emotions
That would maketh us weak
Mask of sanity
Mask of vanity
Mask showing no emotions
Which mask are we to wear today?
The last day of my life,
I still have no clue,
I came, we lived and here I go,
There was always a desire,
In my heart like those millions,
All this while I was searching,
Something that I didn’t know,
A sorcerer’s stone of happiness,
In morose state I lived through,
Every minute and second with the hope,
That one day I will find the truth,
Today I stand here,
Looking around,
All those days have passed by,
What do I have that makes me happy?
A dream never attained,
A path that made no sense,
A life that never found the truth,
I have lived through,
Do I smile to have lived through?
Or remorse the agony in the heart
The last day of my life,
I still have no clue,
I came, we lived and here I go….
Of last one of the songs that caught my thought has been Vera Hall's - Trouble So Hard. The strong powerful voice clearly exemplifies pain and agony. With the same thought I wrote something similar, its called "BlueSong".... Simple yet it personifies my state of mind :)
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This is a troubled heart,
Day and night,
Who knows but me and father?
This troubled heart.
Spring noon,
I walked the roads,
Clear sky,
I was blue.
This is a troubled heart,
Day and night,
Who knows but me and father?
This troubled heart.
Sunday morning.
I woke to a song,
Day was bright,
I was blue.
This is a troubled heart,
Day and night,
Who knows but me and father?
This troubled heart.
Its true, its true,
That you didn’t feel the words my heartfelt,
May be I didn’t see this coming well,
If there is one more thing I could change,
I would start our lives with a new beginning…
This has come so far,
I cant see you in my life any more,
If there is something I could change,
I would erase the bitterness in our lives…
Never will I be able to get you,
Hope this song tells how much I need you,
If there is something that I could leave for you,
I would leave everything behind jus for you…
I really love you, yes I really do,
When I close my eyes all I could think of is you,
If there is one last breathe in my life,
I would wish to see your smiling face…
My mind filled with empty space,
If your name is the echo there,
There is nothing I need more,
If life needs a reason, I have found what it takes...
The poets lied about beauty of the rose,
May be not they didn’t see you coming,
If literature needed a metaphor,
I would find you in those thousand books….
May be my life seems astray,
Every smile of yours bring in life a new ray,
I don’t need credence to know love,
What is love if it doesn’t involve you...
