The Mechanic!

Beer's perfume and lotion of grease

Not a candy boy you see on ramp
Smoking all night, changing wheels

His nights are day and has the sun for lamp!

He plays with spanner and chews a screw

Picking his teeth with copper wire
Pulls up those masts and mends the ship

His love, the only thing he ever admired

He is ruthless and sings loathing songs

As he changes the engine's comatose fate

Sleeps in its laps and sings lullaby

As if it were his some fancy date!

He is no maker and rather mends the things

And takes pride at his blue collar
He defies to rise and keeps his tag

Puffing tobacco wrapped in that new green dollar!

Mr. I-Won't-Never

Mr. I-Won't-Never had a wall 

E-Ya E-Ya O

But he never added friend over there

E-Ya E-Ya O

And he never ever took his call

E-Ya E-Ya O

Though he had two numbers shared to all

E-Ya E-Ya O

Mis call here, miss call there...

Miscall miscall everrrrrrrywhere

Mr. I-Won't-Never loved Heineken Beer
E-Ya E-Ya O
And roasted chicken he never shared
E-Ya E-Ya O
Mosquito coil was all that he cared
E-Ya E-Ya O
And his anger was all that he cheered
E-Ya E-Ya O
Angry here Angry there
Blindly angry everywhere

Mr I-Won't-Never held record changing wheel
E-Ya E-Ya O
But he never paid his cable's bill
E-Ya E-Ya O
He felt so much of BIG DEAL
E-Ya E-Ya O
And takes more than a week to chill
E-Ya E-Ya O
Shouting here, shouting there
Screaming in my scared two ears!

I choose to be poor!

Silver was for spoon

Bed made of gold

I had everything you would wish for

More than a king could hold

Ferrari was my mower 

Bentley to take me school

Yet I chose for my ten toes

Though you would call me a fool!!!

Dollars no longer tore my shirt

Nor did cheques burden me
Street vendors dazzled me more than malls

And I fell out of love with the Lee

It liberated my soul, I guess

For I loved the frost, wind and scorching sun

Ways of poor lured me out

And made me take this wilder run

I now, Dear Dad, would live this life

You can keep the green stack for our own

'Coz this is how I want to look at the sky

Exploring more than you have ever shown

For this makes me what I want to be

A fisherman rejoicing in his fiery shore

I dot to swim till I get to sea

though born rich, I thus choose to be poor

I want to find my own little stream

Through which I shall boat to the shore

I want to turn the page and earn every dime

I was born rich but I now choose to be poor

Soul contract!

Can I trade in crossroad, I ponder
My soul for you to live
Will you miss me, I  then wonder
For truest of love, I always give

Or shall you go to the rosy dames
Who lost your heart many times
And some of them who dug your pockets
Till they tricked you out of every dime!

Leggy babes and lashing tongues
Smoking fire as they burn
Shall give you company as you pick
Queuing up for their heavenly turn

You will be pleased, I am sure
But will you ever miss these lousy lips
That ever spoke out is you name
When they were lost in passionate kiss

I don't know if you will know these eyes
When they shall pass in crowded street
Or shall you give me a vacant stare
Ignoring there's more than eyes can meet?

I wonder my love, all this time
As I sign my soul for your breath
You shall live and fall in love again
When I shall succumb to the death




Still when you trade heart for love again
Will you ever dream of my freckled face
With teary eyes and longing smile
Calling you for the last embrace?

The colours

Bright blue yellow pink
Melt down in my sink 
And they I realise
So colourful otherwise

Giggles, smiles and chirpy laugh
But why my heart does it half
I wonder all the time
All that couldnt be mine

Through the colour
And the Rainbows
Through the chords
Or voices of the strings

Through the veins
when Message pass
You are happy
More than you could ask

Look on, check out
In spam or trashed out
Where are they
The lil texts they would sayyyyy..

Smileeeeee on...and this shall pass
Hold one and you will make
Don't give up but can I know
What you said bout walk on cake??

I wonderrrrrrr, the colours
As they dance awayyyy
Could it be, the colours that
Neverrrrr came my way!!!

Wings of fire!

The wings of fire
They are burning me alive
And am flying as I die
Somewhere in the sky
Looking on to you as I say good bye!


The wings of fire
They are burning me alive
Amidst the stars as I lie
Somewhere in the galaxy, up in the sky
Waving at you the last good bye!!!

The wings of fire
They turned me to ashes
As tears fall wetting my lashes
When my past flashes
And emotion with reasoning clashes

The wings of fire
Shall free me when am gone
reaching out to the burning sun
As I end my farewell song
It shall not take any long!!!!

The wings of fire
Are burning me alive
As I wave you good bye
To join the stars who never die
To galaxies who are always mine

They are burning me alive
They are burning till I die!!

My Chords (the rockstar in me)

With a broken guitar, I shall have a chord in my name
Will name it S major or minor, but sing it the same
The crowd then shall join, singing with the tune
A phoenix then shall rise again, from its burning doom

They will not air in your radio or in your juke
Nor will narrate story that you love to look
But it shall stream through my veins and my breath    
Spreading in the frequencies, until I meet the death

Like I am-- an outlaw, so will be my chord
The one made to cheer my heart when it was blue and bored
The music, alas has no rule that you have set
As for you, it no longer sings if limits are not met

But my song, my friend, plays happily for all
For one with the rules or an outcast, one big or small
It reaches for hearts and pulls their strings
One that airs in every lips and thats how it shall stream

For, I shall be the rockstar, my songs with tunes of beat
That rhythms with dub-lub as arteries do leap
One that would be with no rules to bind
One that shall not be measured in scales of mind

For, my chords would be free to spread their wings
Flying through the rainbows and colouring the dreams
Thats how my friend, shall my music sound
Streaming through the hearts and breaking every bound

That keeps me saying I love you!

If you are the moon,
I would ask- the full or the new?
As one brings hope of light and its dark
And other is bright but lives hours so few

If you say you are a rose

I would ask the bud or the bloomed?

One that may wither in some days

And other one may never bloom as assumed

So uncertain I am, don't you think?

Doubting your beauty, resisting your assurance

But all I have known this far in my life is

It's most beautiful day when it thunders and rains

I have seen strongest castle fall

To trust you would last for long

I have seen many leave and never return

To think you will stick where you belong

Yet, yet again my love, I am taking chance

To trust you me when you carry my soul

To trust you more than breaths I take

To warm me when I am dying and cold

Do not think when I shed my tears

It is my heart that is melting away

Out of uncertainty that life gives

Holding on to you as I find my way

Just keep up with me, and do not leave my hand

That's all I would ask you to do

Out of all I need is just your heart

That keeps me saying I love you!!!!!

Inner conflict!

Consciences and instincts

the one you call the sixth sense

It's raw and it rips me apart

And makes me loose that faith

I am so sure of what I feel

Yet my eyes convince me 

That I must me hallucinating all the time

And I no more trust that inner me

Then I know the lies I hear

But how can I doubt the voices

My ears are so perfectly fine

And 'm left with not good choices

The me and the I, I have

one with heart and other with brain

Are always in war with the other

And thus I appear insane

One says and other denies

And I know the Feel is not always wrong

Sometimes I sing a happier tune

But it may be part of tragic song

So, now tell me who should I trust

The one I see-touch or one I feel

But, either side I may choose

Never leaves my side is guilt!!!!

The war!

My pieces, not one but many
I was scattered every where
Splashes of tears, bullets of words
It was more bloodier than I can share!

The closest arm would cast a blow
And arrows that tongues fired
It was hell than the Devil's own
I was the Child it never sired!

I could hardly cry, or even speak
All of it was so much of shock
My lips, though smirked at times,
At my fate and it wonderful mock!

As my sculptors hammered to break me down
Each blow showed me reality's face
I ran then, to save my soul
Leaving behind their sophisticated grace

Wild was more appealing and real,
With my bareness so acceptable
I could be me as much as I wished
Everything was so natural

I just had dreamt of orchards and trees
All to grow in my wilder woods
But I am now dragged back to war
Without arms or combat boots!

I stare at sky as I head to leave
With packed bag and rolled-up bed
Now, am going back to same war zone
Sometimes living is uglier than the death!