Circle of life

as the name suggests this piece is about our life - infancy -> adolescence -> mid life -> demise. I have tried to put in a few lines....its my point of view and will definitely vary for others.
so here it is :-

'Circle of Life!!!!'


crackers brusting,full of life
the boy then born is playing with his toy
learning to ride he took a fall
life and love just made their call
still he bore a smile on his face
thinking all was just a devine grace
too pure to realise
too innocent to precieve the evil disguise
circle of life!!!!

adolescence claimed his raw mind
fantasizing about sexes and behind
rosey tunes clamped to his ears
the untamed mind grew out of his years
a cruel game with him was played
like a pawn on the board he was laid
too weak he was to percieve
too ignorant of the darkness to concieve
circle of life!!!!

darkness of life, he could never fathom
wished he later, better it had been the dreaded phantom
after the first bolt that struck
he could never get over the amok
choas was what he wished for after
turmoil was the gift that his existence had to offer
too young to feel the wrath it seemed
too late it was, what he couldn't feel
circle of life!!!!

standing alone, fatigued and dejected
now realising how much he was delluded
no one was there to share the pain
fair is a game that returned no gain
not an exception, he came to realize
its just the events that life, for us organize
too late it was to live any more and mourn
to die now was the only wish he bore...
ending what we know as the circle of life!!!!!!

a wish that everyone has but is granted to none.....

All of us at some point of our lives wish to fly, to be free, to be reckless, to challenge the winds, to touch the clouds, to fly with the birds, etc etc. I can rant on for paragraphs and paragraphs but the bottom line remains the same - we wish we could fly !!!!!!
So this is a piece resonating that very wish which dwells in all our minds, no matter how young or old we are or how physically fit or unfit we are.....we all have this deep seated desire to fly. I just tried to put this in a few lines.....
Its called 'Wings'


White clusters floating by
Seeming like feathers,
So close to me they lie
My zeal never withers.
Fly i want, to heights unknown
Cheating death at every step.....
Off my guard i want to be thrown
Wish i had wings that i could flap.
Envy the birds so much now
Lucky, they have wings
If I only knew to grow a pair how?
No one could stop me from playing with the winds!!!!!

forgotten.....

the days fly by
faster than imagination/ur vision
the pain inflicted by you
still stings as bad as new
everything seems to fade away
i will give anything away
can anyone drive this pain away
nothing seems to help anymore
neither dope nor drugs can give a way,
never felt this so down before
but why is this pain never forgotten?
why cant this be forgotten.....
forgotten...............

every minute seems to linger
time seems to have stopped
now its all bitter memories left
for me to put past
never could tell you that
part of my life were you
if you could feel in a similar manner.........

wish i had never felt that way
never gave way to my feelings
never allowed anyone
to make me feel like shit
should have given time for
the righteous owner
ahhhhhh..........
never felt this miserable before
why cant this be forgotten.....
forgotten...............

we had spent hours on the above lines....but just couldn't find the right tunes.....even some parts still remain undecided......:(

what the kid comprehended!!!!

this is by far the most personal of my feelings that i have tried to express.....whatever i actually felt has been oozed out in the beast possible way i could.....

looking around him
everything so dark and grim....
the kid held out his hand
on his dad'- expecting it to land,
finding nothing but the dark
it all came to him in a rush.....
parents were out helping others
leaving him in the dark to get smothered
never could he comprehend
how could his parents not apprehend!!!!

everytime the phone rang
mommy & daddy were off with a bang
did they ever stop to think?
loneliness to the kid was like a pungent stink
with years the kid felt the same
but to mom & dad it was nothing but a futile game
the same people abused them
like servants they treated them...
never could he comprehend
how could his parents not apprehend!!!!!

day or night, it was the same
for any exuse lame
the kid would be left alone
while mom & dad was gone.
now they have grown old
the kid now is bold....
its time for mommy & daddy to take care
of themselves & stop the philanthropy....
how cant they not comprehend
the simple fact which even a kid could apprehend!!!!!!!!!!

the soul collector...

I will take all your life
I will take all your soul..
I will never die
'cause i am the soul collector......

Angels,they fear me
Demons, they revere me.....
The Devil, he beseech me.....
'cause i'm the soul collector

Rotting bodies - useless
dying s - priceless
Putrid flesh - unbearable
oozing blood - irresistible

to the soul collector!!!!!

why people change so much???

my life revolved around you
didnt think ever to argue
those golden years r gone
the toddler have grown
liked those daz
still i dream n gaze
knowing they will never return
guess why they seem priceless
hoped you would remain the same
reality plays a different game
you would change
i didnt ever imagine so much
i dont even recognise
who you really are?
answer me why
why people change so much???


memeory remains when
you opened all your treasure
rather would spend with you
than those idiots
never found you annoyed
neither a frown
why is it this way now
why now.......
that the very presense
seems to piss you.....
seldom i see that welcomin face
rarely see that soothin smile
feels so claustrophobic
strangled to the last breathe
i dont even recognise
who you really are?
answer me why
why people change so much???

why do people have to change
why do those i love
why those i care for
why those who matter more
why people change so much?????

never did argue with you
actions seemed to say all
not a bed of roses i knew
but why do all thorns before me lay astrew
all the time it same
tired o playin the same game
all conversations turned sour
smiles fadin away in tears
how i want to put things
where they were...........
wish you could feel
as i do now
wish you could see
the pain i am in now
wish you had never changed
wish those days never
passed by..........
help me please
answer me please
why do people change so much????
why do people change
why................


early lines.....

Are we really free.....

we are all free.....take a good look around you and think whether this is true or just a hoax......everyday incessantly someone trumps our freedom with their ideology.....this is what has become of us all.....this is the modified version that we are led to believe as freedom....recently i read the new fredrick forsyth book 'the cobra'....it shows the real menace that narcotics can bring to a family......all these led me to think on 'are we really free'.....there is chaos everywhere.....there is no peace around....democracies are existing on a thin line of so called peace.....a very fragile situation and what astonishes me the most is to see people not even giving a damn about it....leave alone doing something......this is a really grim situation and it really saddens me......anger i've none any more.......all this resentment and bottled up feelings i had decided to pen and came into existence these following lines.......

the freedom cry!!!!


brimming with life
bustling with energy
a scene so ripe
like a cacaphony in synergy
hard to believe
but its raw as blood
so many hearts that never leave
like drifting in a flood
some gloom
some happy
its all of ignorance
its all of love

reality does differ
the truth they see not
then they would shiver
stomach pained with a knot
budgets increasing daily
machines built to be sent
striking mortality incessantly
or snorting their way to death
some lost
some mourned
its all in the name of power
its all in the name of lust

promises there has been many
people taking offices in plenty
then the problems are ignored gently
and we again go to the box sadly
time hangs from a balance
waiting for us to wake
done placing all the grievances
due is a great havoc
all rise
all cry
its for our life
its for our real freedom!!!!

lets hope that more people will start caring.......