The Regret

There comes a time in life
When you get busy looking into the void
And you start to wonder....
What was it that made me so complacent?
What was it that made me silent?
Was it the failures? Or was it the lack of it?
Did i not pay enough attention to myself?
Or was it too much of it?
What did go wrong, anyway?
Should i have told her how much i loved her?
Or did i stay quiet for too long?
Would it have been better...
If i would've turned the other way?
Or perhaps that turn had long gone.
What am i going to do now...
With all my decisions
With all my worries
With all these dry tears
And with this long, dreary beard
I cannot see anything clear now
Maybe i forgot to wipe the dust off my glasses
Or perhaps my young eyes couldn't see what i should have
What am i going to do now...
To live and to forget?
What am i going to do...
With all this regret?

Awake

I'm up still, way past midnight
Writing my mind on the pages of doom
I feel so frozen and lonely in my room
I'll stay up for a while tonight

Daydreaming about the flowery days
With the sun shining bright above my conscience
My blurry vision seems clear now; oh, what an ambiance!
I can dream like this in many different ways

People say I can't perform my life's act
I really wonder what they do with their own
I cast my doubt on their pretentious brittle bone
As they're unaware of life's most important fact

You can't measure the sky with a scale
You can pierce through it and call the shots
But, the countless stars will outnumber your thoughts
And gravity will later put you on sale

I'll be up all night, writing on these pages
Will keep writing till my conscience ages
I'll write till the dawn of the next day
Staying awake is a task in itself, anyway

The Black and White Dreamer

Geometrical figures, card boards and scissors
She makes novel designs in her own mind
She cuts through her conscience, and the colourless ambiance
And ventures into wilderness to unwind

With a bow stuck in her hair
She'll stand still and stare
At the unusual shapes and flowers
Some would say, "She wouldn't care
And yet she's got a flair
To imagine with her imaginary powers"

She is her own architect, all right
She is an artist with a visionary sight
Craning her neck above her height
She dares to dream in black and white
She dreams in black and white

Stand Up & Deliver

Sometimes you have to look through the walls
And widen your gaze
There are people who want to pull you down
If you're climbing up the ladder
There are people who will lend you a helping hand
Which, if you choose to hold
Can turn out to be your biggest mistake
Make your own climb
Carve your own road
Let the pulling don't stutter your ascent
And the road make way for new horizons
Identify yourself
Live your hour
Don't fall off the roof if you get there
Influence others
Be influential
Be brave
Pluck up the courage
To swim against the tide
To voice yourself against the undeserving vociferous scumbags
Don't be afraid
Nobody can steal your thunder
Nobody can steal your smile
Wipe that tear off your face
This ain't the time to shed tears
This is the time to revolt
For your choice
For your right
For everything you stand for
For everything you deserve
For everything you believe in
For your love
For your destiny
For freedom
For the love of God
Stand up and deliver
What you are born for

Man, Woman & Child

The farmer perspires and we begin to live
He dies in vain while we forget to give
We forget to give our attention
Every man, woman and child
Give him your ears, not your pretension

The soldier shoots from his rusty gun
He dies in vain, too, while we all shun
We shun the fact that he died for someone
Every man, woman and child
Look up to your saviour before he is done

A girl dies in the womb and we move on
In the blink of an eye a life is gone
Gone even before it’s time to be born
Every man, woman and child
Be God or Goddess, be the baby’s dawn

Ideologies & Theories

Your ideologies and theories may sound absurd or outdated to some, but, who gives a damn anyway! Hear your inner voice, keep listening, and believe in that voice, for it will take you places far more interesting than where you are now. Only you can do that. Who else will give a damn anyway!

Intolerance

Intolerance of a kind, in the way we live in this country, can make us want to tear the system to pieces. Eventually, we realize that we're the system itself because we have injected some virus in ourselves. This virus (tolerating injustice, never saying 'NO', not kicking extortion in the butt, etc.) spreads like quickfire through our veins, making us vulnerable and weak. At the end, the virus triumphs and the system stays as it is.