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.
