Paper Boats take me back

No matter how much this soul grows
An emptiness it always feels
Sigh its that time of the year again
When god adorns my home in his most beautiful rain soaked reels

Yeah it misses the rainy boats
Paper-built in times so dry
With bliss they float with hope so strong
They make even the Jagged Rocks cry

Or the times when time just stopped
Drenched in rain as little angels hopped
And yet somehow the same time flew by
As thunder made those angels cry

As clouds shout and pout and together pour
Arid souls in elation roar
Dead almost! waiting for this life saving song
Miracle it seems life just has no wrong!

Memories drenched in moments so strong
Each second of memory lasting a whole life long!
And yet the soul at a standstill asks you why
You still sit here as new memories just pass you by

If only a paper boat I could make
Full of hope no storm could break
Take me home rain drops in my eye
Hurry! For time has sucked this soul almost dry!

a Kindergarden Rhymester NOT

Seen in those blue eyes through eyes not of my own
Known you over the years...every year the fondness found grown
A silly one...A witty one ....confused and yet so remarkably strong
The best quality about you is you cant stand anything wrong

Whether it is your eyes two or eyes four
See through my eyes you would always want to see more
how I wish I could see you more
how I wish I could show you I adore!

Made a kindergarden rhymester out of a writer so dark
What I created now and what I feel so contrasting stark
You make me want to write and write innocently all over again
Yuck! Its all fluff and happiness where is the sorrow where is the pain?


What do I want I dont even know
Knowing you more is sure one way to go
Its strange how a closed book keeps you awake @ night
And yet when you uncover her in day light broad
She makes you still lose all sight

Language of Dreams

Darkness pervades the realm of my night...
Torturing my soul, even days are not bright...
Drowning away in sights I lose my vision...
Dreams are taking me hostage for no rhyme or reason...
There is a story to be read of course in these weary eyes...
Yet I cant read even after a million Tries!!!

Apathy, Sorrow, Torture, Fear
Uncontrollable Pain as "eye" sheds a tear
Ain't no stopping this pain it seems
For I understand not the language of dreams!!! (C)

F*ck you

Been willing away really hard
Years on end Hoping against hope
Maybe he sees this boy is fighting hard
Maybe for him to go easy there is some scope

Does he not see how much bloodshed he has already caused
Or does he not see my spiritless body almost paused
My spirit had long been crushed away
Aimlessly this ghost of a ghost ambles
Wondering if he will ultimately wither away

Just a hint of fight left in me
Still fighting away what i feel is unjustly wrong
Why me I keep asking him to say
why have you been punishing me for this long

Tons of times I call you out lemme tell you I am not meek
Its not solutions, its just inner strength I seek
Strength to get what I feel I deserve
Only for you to again me swerve

How long should I toil away
before I really prove myself to you
Or should I simply stop trying one day
Just get up in you face and say F*ck you

Been loving fights the day I was born
Battled through hurricanes, tornadoes and all kinds of storms
Now, I guess this is the ultimate fight you are asking me to partake
For me to fight my own destiny and for my controller to finally break

I promise you this challenge too I will take by
On the verge of collapsing I promise you I wont break without making you cry
Will shatter my existence but wont bend on What I know is true
Who the hell cares if I end up dead....I will still say F*ck you!!!!! (c)

Excitement

Thrills, Highs, Rushes, Somehow seeking Excitement
Where does this energy keep coming from - I am totally spent
Crazy mind, Insatiable hunger or Reckless intent
I fail to understand what on proving I am hell bent

Broken through Doors, Windows and the proverbial Glass Ceilings
Is this just an Adrenaline Rush or a highway to vent my feelings?
Been through the Good, the Bad, the Ugly and the Arcane
Felt like an Angel, a Monster, Indifferent, Insane

Sights, Sounds, Touch and Smell
Been through Heaven, Earth, In between and Hell
Met God, Satan, People with every damn thing to sell
And yet I still lie here wondering where my excitement fell?©

Condemned

Of years gone by lookin back on them to you
Of rains gone by fog inside my head tiny drops of dew
Winters through summer gone away spent alone by me
Seen a million sights already and yet these eyes haven't found what they want to see
Years have gone by and yet why has time stopped in front of me
Walked a million miles already and now again the road points to thee?

Is it no one else that I seem to find
Is there nothing else that appeals to this mind
Am I forever condemned in this tumultuous hell
Lo the devil just came but I have no soul to sell
It died the day you walked away never to look back again
Been living my life a walking lie passing away my days in vain ©

Transients

A very good friend was in pain cos their very good friend was in pain ...Pain due to the selfishness of someone ....someone even bereft of the most basic human emotions...I dont know how ppl could do such things to anyone let alone to someone they cared about(1000+ days!).... i guess whatever is below is dedicated to that good friend of a good friend :D....nuff said...


They say misery loves company
And yet its the worst thing that can ever be true
For all the light in the world cant fight darkness
When all you are surrounded by are hues of blue

Is being hollow really the opposite of what being complete is
Or is incomplete the word you are looking for
For feeling incomplete shows you knew what completeness is
It just means someday you will be complete again
Hollowness - Well it just has no metaphor

Transients, moments of time fleeting by
Who knew transients an entirety make
Such small things, They rarely make sense to us
So we pretend to be asleep then to know we are wide awake

These transients are inert moments in time
Yes The same time that always seems to fly
And yet at a crossroad when you look back on them together
You see your whole life passing by

Its finally time to get up
Stop pretending and be awake
These Transients are the opportunities that your life make
So seize every moment like its the opportunity you were always waiting for
For life has a funny way of throwing you nothing when you are expecting more
These transient opportunities are the only constant in life
Its finally time to wake up and realize
For when it comes to life
An opportunity is just that, an opportunity it doesn't really have a size©