Ramblings of a Rainy Day:Heartache for a Paradise Lost

I am trying to be the smartass dude-to get into a flow
But today I am too indifferent to tell tales of woe
It’s been raining all day long-and I am melancholy now
And Cohen’s Hallelujah is getting me high somehow
Maybe at the stroke of midnight cometh the 3 ghosts
The 3 ghosts of reminiscence-future,present and past
The bestseller novel was unceremoniously cast aside
As I look out of my window-and up at the cloudy sky
Today I wish I was 10 again-floating boats in puddles
Before life’s tyranny rendered me dumb and befuddled
Our minds are so twisted now-we fail to think straight
Fail to love the simple pleasures-we are so full of hate
Our peers control our likes,dislikes-the society our dreams
Happiness has lost the war-now Ambition reigns supreme
But no matter how big you get-you will always feel a pain
When you see a 10 year old-floating boats in the rain.

One Day

One day

One day I shall lay down the arms

And stop fighting for a lost cause

One day I shall stop self-destructing

And perhaps shall condemn my sins

One day I shall a spare a thought

for the people I hurt,for the broken hearts

One day I shall reconnect with reality

And fall back on this barren earth

One day I shall wake up from my nightmares

And surround myself with worldly fears

One day I will regret my actions of today

One day I will shed a drop of tear.

But not today-

Today I chase my heart’s desire.

What Happened To Us?

A star-spangled sky,a gentle breeze

That's all your imprisoned dreamer needs

To release him from his world of pains

Bound by reality's rusty chains

The childhood days seem another life

Simpler people and simpler times

Dreams were then the order of the day

Black and white ruled,nothing was grey.

This world is filled with lies and hate

Spite and jealousy rules our fate

Love is just the foreplay for lust

Somewhere we have forgotten trust.

But the dreamer still lives on in us.

Even as we carry this age's curse.

Cursed not to love the sky,the trees.

The star-spangled sky,the gentle breeze.

Tears and Smiles

Tears and smiles all around
Parading the authenticity of emotions
Tears and smiles buried deep
Under the weight of pre-conceived notions


Silence and eyes full of pain
Leave a wound burnt more deep
Deeper than a thousand hateful words
Shouted by a voice choked with rage


Life isn't as good as you hear
From celebrities and evangelists
But life ain't that bad either see
As made out by Metallica wannabes


Sorry may be the hardest word
But harder it is to forgive past faults
Moving on isn't as easy as it seems
Once you possess some shattered dreams


A new day is another shot
Another chance to start anew
Try not to throw it away this once
Like you have done all your life.

Don't worry dudes and dudettes...you are gonna be fine....

The Healer

She came to me in my dreams,
Like an angel,she had wings.
She smiled at me and waved her wand
And took me to a magic-land.


She knew my name,she knew my heart
She knew how it had been torn apart
She knew the wounds that scarred my mind.
She knew the past,I have left behind


She held my hand and spread her wings
She took me high where fairies sing
The songs that kings felt lucky to hear
Wiped my mind of sadness and fear.


Then all of a sudden she left my hand
Cindrella’s time was up for the night
I returned back to Reality Land
Ready once more to enter the fight.

Stranger of the darkest nights

My dreams and hopes are far and few
I never measure what I can do
My only hope is that someday
Meeting you my dream comes true


I never wanted much you know
I only wish to stop this ache
O stranger of the darkest nights
Who art thou who keeps me ‘wake?


Oft I feel that I am jinxed
A curse to bear till end of time
Does this phantom have no cure?
Am I to live in rage and fear?


But then I remember all those times
When I was bruised and all alone
From the shadows,Oh my angel
You mended me and took me home


Perhaps you and I have met
In some destined turn of fate
Maybe you are by my side
Laughing at my sorry plight


Are you the great mighty God?
Who makes things move with just a thought
Or are you Lucifer from the hell?
All over men,who casts a spell.


May be its better the mystery stays
Till I sleep my final sleep
I am your soldier in all fights.
O warrior of the darkest nights.

No One But Me

There’s no one but me,there’s no one but me.
It’s 11.30 at night and the streets are empty.
I am stranded alone in this godforsaken city.
There’s no one here except good ol’ me.


Looks like this city died quite sometime back
Everything here though has been left intact.
Down the road,I even found a familiar Big Mac
The houses are all red and the streets are all black.


I find myself wondering how this city died.
Maybe a disease that no one survived.
Or perhaps a nuclear bomb cast it aside
Wonder how I ended up on this city’s inside


But then I stopped wondering where everyone had gone
As It hit me like bricks on my head.
Something that I should have long ago known.
It was not the city it was me who was dead

Dreams

His legs feel like jelly
Knees buckling,standing seems a huge task at present.
A funny feeling in his stomach,
The pancakes at breakfast seem to have come alive
He can hear his heart
It might just burst out of his chest.
The curtains go up
He feels like someone poured cement on his head.
He brings the mic close to his face
Tries to remember what he wrote down
“Opens his mouth but the words just won’t come out”
Perspiring like a criminal taking a polygraph test.
The crowd is getting impatient
His opponent’s arrogant smirk sapping the last of his self-belief.
He begins his first line but the crowd is booing
They don’t wanna hear,they just wanna heckle him
He wishes a lightning from heaven would strike him
He throws down the mic and rushes out of the stage
His dreams burnt to ashes
His months and years of preparation wasted
In a few seconds
And he knows the chance won’t come again.


Epilogue:
He enters his room
Everything is just the same
Smell of dinner coming from kitchen
Brother and sister fighting over tv again
He opens a drawer
Finds what he was looking for
Smiles for the first time in the day;
Then points it to his temple and shoots himself.
As the blood around his lifeless body
Forms different ingenious patterns
Everything else still remains the same.
Except for a man and his boyhood dream.

Nightmares

Hang on,hang on boy
I cant seem to hang on
My grip seems to be loosening
My muscles are on fire
Screaming to me to give in
Would be so easy to give in
Let go of everything
Oh Blissful Oblivion
Rest me in your lap
I am tired and want to sleep
The night is peaceful
Suddenly a demon appears
His face is a silhouette
His voice is hoarse
“Don’t give up” he screams
His voice cuts like a knife
Brings me back
From my peaceful utopia
Back to this wasteland
Of shattered dreams
I tried to pretend
That the dreams were true
The utopia was real
But now I know better
The dreams are beautiful
They soothe the night
But they are not mine
The nightmares hurt
But they are my real friends
They help me remember
The mistakes I made.