gilmour BLues

when i was a child
i had a weird dream
a guy with a guitar
and a hallway full of scream

as i turned to life
distortion entered my veins
rythm surpassed my spirits
and now i'd take the pain

and then there was a guy
the boy of "Barett"
he was coming back to life
and i wished he was here

the boy kept rhyming
and kept running like hell
he remembered a day
and felt his pulse well

a saucerful of secrets and
a momentary lapse of reason
the boy obscured by cloud and
a delicate sound of a thunder

dogs, pigs, sheep behind the wall
all the time and money and MOTHER
he was the dark side of the moon
and shone on his crazy diamond

i can feel the gilmour blues
and movement of those fingers
i have become "comfortably numb"
let the solo engulf my soul

freedom and ME

dark and dull all over
when despair over triumph runs
hopes starve to death
and freedom beckons

when brotherhood unites
to bring an uprising
the flame evolves from dark ashes
and history keeps revising

theinfinite force from insides
oozes out of souls
and the efforts intermingle
to bring about drastic goals

breathing in the fresh air we,
stand straight facing the sun
years have passed when we were free
but why still freedom beckons

i look at myself and feel
the surroundins are dumb
although i am a part of freedom
why my feet are limping and numb

when all the ways lead
to the same woeful end
then how can anyone feel that
freedom is not to pretend

when the dreams of freedom
shackled by my own mother's son
when hearts produce hurts
why shouldn't freedom beckon

fooTbaLL

unconvincingly i stride along the deserted passages
my heart noticing those fearful messages
the feeling of loneliness brings a chill to the spine
small whispers kill the remaining confidence of mine

well it seems like a horrible stanza
frightening, scaring sort of extravagenza
but beneath me, besides me, lies my soul
whatever people call it,i call it football

the corridor may be empty but i have got someone
i am inspired to perform, i really fear no one
the feet are moving well, my body stretched
the more i practice more, my heart relaxed

the match was not a match, my performance condemned
dumbstruck i limped, deeply depressed
my body aches and down i fall
after playing my soul i called football

but somewhere in the darkness i find a glimpse of light
again i rise from my ashes, my fists clenched tight
one can take the life but can't take the soul
i will once again play my soul, i still call it football

the desire of transformation inside me beckons
i mould, i modify, i cross my horizons
stupendous modulations keep making me strong
i perform, i win, i can't do anything wrong

the climax concludes, i responded to my heart's call
left everything to play my soul, i call it football

PeRFeCT CRIMe...

Moonlight grazed the lake last night
As stars aligned for a beautiful sight
Her eyes of radiance sparked a flame
Whispers from the wind call her name

Sitting on a bench with a lovely view
There was nothing, I would rather do
Leaning her head against my shoulder
I kept her warm as the night got colder

The crime scene was perfectly placed
Go in for the kill, with no time to waste
I grinned as I gently kissed her forehead
"Baby, I love you so much" I softly said

She opened her glamorous eyes so wide
"I love you too," smiling as she replied
Kissing her lips I showed my affection
In that moment there was a connection

Happily we committed the perfect crime
But we were not getting caught this time
The crime scene left empty as we depart
Stole a priceless item, each other's heart

AM I DEAD!!!!!!!!!

the doors are open
and the window pans are swaying
quite i lie on the floor, motionless
am i dead!!!!

the silence of the room echoes
and the layer of dust on books deepens
and the walls around close down on me
so, am i dead??

the room desertedas it can get
and i see myself lying down
and then i go on my knees and pray for myself
i must be dead!!!

but who's him who's on his knees
praying for my soul
if that's me and mot my dream
then how am i dead??

my morals are dead and spirit extinct
heart false and love indistinct
every word turns into a mourn
so i should be dead...

paying tribute to my own self
and reachingto a point when
there's no way back
god just make me dead!!!!

LasT DEcibelS

i lose the lightness of being myself
through the last few breaths i exhale
the fear installs itself itself upon me
it grows darkwer and i grow pale

the world around revolves, making
the last moments even more woeful and dark
its not earth's rotation cos
i know i am already earth's part

the people around seem to come close
although i know they are going away
who will hold my hand now
when souls all around seem to decay

all the sounds have started fading away
i can feel my time is almost over
i can't hear the last decibels muttered
down i go, sinking lower and lower

i tried to give my best, did i?
i am the only one to think so
i am a part of the past now
its time for the seed over my grave to grow

Beginning Of the End

desires leave the path
breaths no more inside
loneliness to live with
blind are all eyes...

Extraordinary scenes
seen around the dead..
is this the end of beginning
Or beginning of the end.

the land beneath slips
can't hold my feet
everyone sinks deep...
Realms change indeed

Fear not to be felt now
it excludes from divine
life leads to death and ...
death leads to life

endless surprises wait
after devastation........
there wont be any pain
this is end of CIVILISATION.

rotten scar!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i lean to my length
and loneliness smirks
i feel a bit lighter now
left the world uncovered, unconquered

It hit me hard, hard on my head
And left a rotten scar there
and pained till it grew uglier
left me dead... jesus i wanted to be dead
to see the light beneath the dark

And i can't touch my scar
even there is no pain now
my fingers dont hurt my eyes anymore
and i want to be blind for it to be darker

grave suits me more
than those earthly treasures
loneliness brings a releif
and lightness takes away the grief
no more gloomy days nor night

the rotten scar shines off
and I can't be anything but grateful
Thankful; it got me rid of myself
my rubbish clot self.

god give me one more rotten scar

dreaded echoes

lies on the table cloth
but my mind, like that stupid moth...
deserted passages, hollow dreams
silent feelings,terrible screams

and somewhere in that brain
those blurred images remain
damaged shells install fear
swollen eyes and dried tears

and as the night gradually falls
u can't tell skulls from cannon-balls...
mesmerised by serene dust
victims of blood lust

femur peeping out of shins
whoever looses, whoever wins
strange hands close the eyes
dreaded echoes reach the sky

pink wound and black rain

fighting our worst fears
leaving behind red tears

opening those sealed windows
chasing our own shadows

leaning against cold blood
crying for some black rain

the violet flash passes by
the wound is pink, and so is the pain

don't ask for love anymore
ask for some more life

and stop searching your reflections
at the sharpened edge, of the knife

cut your throat deep and hard
kneel down and pray for death
see the serpentiine in my eyes
hissing of the breeze is not a myth

if your eyes can't bear any more
pull those balls out of the sockets
stop looking for excuses,
stop searching empty pockets

ANUMEHA

Against my will I stand
Besides my own reflection I feel;
Gone with the wind as they will say
Dry desperate in the month of May

Dark deep depths engulfing me
And all I want is to have my say
Downed by my self control I turn around
There was hope but nothing I found

Far from me she laughs , sings and dances
I am confiscated by my own circumstances
My heart was true but my words were few
I was myself she found nothing new

I was put to pieces the sun staring at me
I am in midst of doom, where is she?
She was my life I was deeply depressed
My mind surprised and my thoughts suppressed

Helpless I thrive aliong the breeze that blows
Happiness starves and misery flows
joys are few and sorrows are more
alone and aloof i stand at the shore

I am not a poet its the pain of my soul
this parchment finishes its whole
the essence of hers is in this air
I loved her I really swear.

why newton committed suicide

WHY NEWTON COMMITTED SUICIDE???

Here is the reason.
Once, Newton came to India and watched a few Tamil movies that had his head spinning. He was convinced that all his logic and laws in physics were just a huge pile of junk and apologized for everything he had done. In the movie of Rajanikanth, Newton was confused to such an extent that he went paranoid.
Here are a few scenes1) Rajanikanth has a Brain Tumor which, according to the doctors can't be cured and his death is imminent. In one of the fights, our great Rajanikanth is shot in the head. To everybody's surprise, the bullet passes through his ears taking away the tumor along with it and he is cured! Long Live Rajanikanth!
2) In another movie, Rajanikanth is confronted with 3 gangsters. Rajanikanth has a gun but unfortunately only one bullet and a knife. Guess, what he does? He throws the knife at the middle gangster? & shoots the bullet towards the knife. The knife cuts the bullet into 2 pieces, which kills both the gangsters on each side of the middle gangster & the knife kills the middle one.
3) Rajanikanth is chased by a gangster. Rajanikanth has a revolver butno bullets in it. Guess what he does. Nah? Not even in your remotest imaginations.He waits for the gangster to shoot. As soon as the gangster shoots, Rajanikanth opens the bullet compartment of his revolver and catches the bullet. Then, he closes the bullet compartment and fires his gun. Bang...the gangster dies...
This was too much for our Newton to take! He was completely shaken and decided to go back. But he happened to see another movie forone last time, and thought that at least one movie would follow his theory of physics. The whole movie goes fine and Newton is happy thatall in the world hasn't changed. Oops, not so fast! The 'climax' finally arrives.Rajanikanth gets to know that the villain is on the other side of a very high wall. So high that Rajanikanth can't jump even if he trieslike one of those superman techniques that our heroes normally use. Rajanikanth has to desperately kill the villain because it's the climax.(Newton dada is smiling since it is virtually impossible?)Rajanikanth suddenly pulls two guns from his pockets. He throws onegun in the air and when the gun has reached above the height of the wall, he uses the second gun and shoots at the trigger of the first gun in air. The first gun fires off and the villain is dead.
Newton Commits Suicide!!!!!!!!!

spit on my face

just stop crying
end all disgrace
kill me now and
spit on my face

forget the pain
before it ends
its a misery to live
why pretend?

break the shackles
liberate yourself
suffocate me to death
show me the hell

my veins have choked
blood has stopped to flow
nerves are bursting
i need a hard blow

i am close to grave
help me now
just rip me apart
i don't care how

darkness is falling
path has vanished
land is slipping beneath
Eternity famished

switch off the lights
i can see in the dark
bring the spade
and hit me hard

let me sleep now
the grave is cold
the coffin has got me
please close its door