Little Embers

Little embers strewn across a coal black plane,
Little embers in tiny groups that remain.
How I wish they could touch the sky above,
And see what I see with so much love.

Venus is calling out to me;
Showing me all about love and places I could be.
She stays fixated within my soul and tells me about dreams untold.

The plane dips to the left,
The dark wings shadow what I cannot see.
The land below, shows me all the places I could be.
The fog around mixes my visions,
The contrast is without reason.

The little embers burn on and on,
Like little pieces of gold, grouped together,
Shining on forever.

Into the darkness we now approach,
There is no distinction between the sky and the Earth.
We are all one,
Made of the same matter
It's all an illusion my friend.
Opening your eyes will not help,
We are only human in that body of yours.
Only human.

The truth untold is within you,
The secrets of life; all around you.
They try letting themselves known to you through symbols,
Symbols that have been there since the bygone years.
Symbols that are kinds to your ears.
Symbols that are wise and true,
Symbols that show you, you.

The Racing Line

So, if you need to find me baby,
I’ll be on the racing line.
Goin’ in slow, comin’ out fast-
Taking turns just fine.

Gotta brake early sometimes;
And kiss the apex so smooth.
Gotta shift after she redlines-
You don’t wanna spoil the mood.

Just feel the right groove,
And throttle her through .

It’s like taking my time,
While goin’ fast.
It’s about being on top,
While the music lasts.

(Mis)interpretations.

When you say Sena,
I think Ayrton.

When you say you scored,
I think a goal.

When I say I'm high,
It really is on life.

Almost There

Enough of being upside down
Enough of turning round and round
The circle’s turned three
We are who we choose to be
What’s wrong, What’s right,
What’s worth a fight?
Who cares?
I’m almost there.

Sweet Undercurrents

I have been half alive,
I have been half dead,
But always half of everything,
Never quite what they said.

Day by day I feel more complete.
Even though I know it’s all an illusion-
Coming closer and then just moving away.
Still I choose to believe because it’s the easier way.

'Cos the bigger picture you see,
Is not so far away.
Its right in front of you,
You just gotta open up your senses and stay-
Every single day.

Stay for a while under the starlit sky,
Stay for a while and watch the birds fly by.
The sun will shine bright,
While the moon will lighten up your night,
The wind might help you fly
And you may not really understand why.

But feel it all,
Soak it in,
Be who you want to be
Right from within.

Forget the world,
Forget what’s gone,
Forget what will be,
Just be happy being,
Being with Me.

Being

It’s bleeding,
It’s bleeding inside.
But Oh! These wounds
I can hide.
They will heal
And like now,
I will never stop to feel.

Pride goes a long way.
The voices inside have something to say
And I will keep listening to them everyday.
Each moment is precious
And it’s as real as it can be.
Forever I will be,
Just be.

Bend

It’s crazy how I feel like I don’t belong,
How I’m always doing something wrong.
How the rest of the world always sets what’s right,
How you are ’nothing’ unless you fight.
But don’t you see, what’s ’nothing’ for you,
Might just be everything for me?

Your shadow might be my light,
Your day might be my night.
Your hours might be my wind,
Your thoughts might be all that didn’t
Let me be me.

Your words might not be my tune,
Your sun just might be my moon.
Your fears might be my strength
Your forward motions, my bend.

Your illusions might be my reality.
So blend your morality,
With all that’s around you.
Curb your thoughts down the untrammeled road,
Tune in on a different mode.
’Think out of the box’ you say,
But you still have it your way.
Yeah, you rather have it your way.

Who Do You Think You Are??

- Who do you think you are, barging in on me and my guitar??

- Baby you dont understand, somethings killing me inside.

- I dont care, Im busy. Cant you see?. I need some time alone. Alone. I dont think you quite understand that. I need to be with my mind and my guitar. Alone.

- Ive been dying alone. I need to talk to you, to get through to you, to be with you, to let you know its better when we are together..

- You are bugging me. I cant do this. you are making it worse by even coming here. cant you see, I dont want this?

- Im sorry ok, I am impulsive.. I thought if I came here, everything would be ok. I cant talk to myself anymore..

- I dont want to know ok!

- please, hear me out..

- thats all I ever do.

- Ive Been trying to get in touch with you.. you dont pick u my calls, youve been lying to me,you dont reply to my messages.. what else was I to do but come here.. I cant this on my own ..

- When will you stop thinking about yourself?. Its all about you. Have you ever thought about what Im going through?

- Why do you think Im here?. I know somethings wrong, im asking you....... talk to me........ dont block me out...... I dont understand..

- You never will. Im busy now. I have to go meet my friends.

(he then gets up and starts putting his shoes on..

She stands up and tries to touch his hair..

He pushes her away, gives her a look and says..

- please can we do this later.

( she looks for something to say..

- I cant read your mind. I dont know what to do.

-Do what you have to do. Leave me out of it. Forget me.

-How can you forget everything just like that?

-I have to, to save myself. You wont understand.

- its over?

- it will be if you go on like this.

(she keeps quiet and stares out the window.

He puts his guitar into its case, places it by the door..

and says..

-I have to go now

(she gets up to try and hug him.. he slightly pushes her back and starts walking down the stairs..

-but is everything ok?

is all she could mumble as he walked away..

He never replied.

(She followed him like a shadow as he walked down the stairs...

...Five months later, He writes a song titled..

-'Who do you think you are, leaving me alone with my guitar??'

Rubber Roses Bleed

You had raised me above all the clouds,
You made me feel all proud.
Somehow I let you down,
Somehow I made you frown.

Now I feel the night during the day,
I hear every word she has to say.
I feel incomplete inside,
Now there's so much I need to hide.

The memories won't go.
Tell me, how was I to know?
How was I to know Life would start playing such an off-beat tune?
How was I to know the baby would die so soon?
How was I to know the sun was trying to kill the moon?

How was I to know you were singing me lullabies,
Just to shake me, wake me up and say goodbye?
How was I to know I shouldn't have been so sure?
How was I to know you would walk out that door?

They say it happens all the time.
What was once mine, now belongs to another.
The Red Rose was actually Rubber.
It didn't wilt away,
It was disposed off before I found something to say.

Bitter.Bitter.Bitter.
That's the taste left in my mouth.
Bitter.Bitter.Bitter.
I need to scream and shout.
Bitter.Bitter.Bitter.
Now I run from the sweet.
Bitter.Bitter.Bitter.
How it makes me weak.
Bitter.Bitter.Bitter.
Bits of sunshine, some rain
And lots of pain
Are all that remain.
Bitter.Bitter.Bitter.

Help

Who teaches the flowers to bloom?
Who teaches the birds to sing a different tune?
Who told the sun to keep burning?
Who told the world to keep turning?
Who taught the fishes to swim?
Who put out the fire from within?
Who taught the winds to blow?
Who never bothered to say hello?
Who told Red it wasn't Yellow?
Who has the power to make You feel so mellow?
Who created time?
Who said You were mine?
Who cried when You sneared?
Who told You to grow a beard?
Who said it was over?
Who asked You to shift to Dover?
Who gave it the right to begin?
Who can't see what's within?
Who are You to me?
Who died in the sea?
Who said You could come near?
Who taught You to fear?
Who cries in their sleep?
Who whispers while You weep?
Who believes in the end?
Who said You have a true friend?
Who taught You to laugh?
Who said You should wear that scarf?
Who started to run?
Who asked You to stare at the sun?
Who turns the night into day?
Who picks up when You have something to say?
Who cares if I live or die?
Shouldn't someone be asking 'Why'?