Birth of a Lie

Dear lady,

What changed your mind ?

Ah ! this dusk be cursed

For what u left behind

As u sail away

I wipe night sky off my blind

Didn't u know sometimes

How cruel it is to be kind ?

Night of the storm

Oh ! i do remember

The warmth i did smell

Of cohesive surrender

Ah ! God be praised

They’d say as they come

Heavier with each stone

I know u’d become

What’s left by will

Isn’t so hard to find

Didn’t u know sometimes

How cruel it is to be kind ?

Did we count the days

When we walked the hill

Pounding so fast

Yet our hearts so still

Staring at sea

With a fear to be found

But , a bird did i pet

Better which be flying around

A lunatic’s love is as frail

As a believer’s sin

An epiphany won

By the Satan’s kin

I listen they kill the bird

For their feast

Oh ! poor thing, you did walk

In to hands of the beast

DUST

travelling through a narrow path
stars above in the sky
a message from myself to us
as i walked just passed me by

oh ! i wonder the mother of rain
would be proud of her
i smile in dark holding a brain
eating away a character

i see three moons
and writings are white
i stammer in silence
as the waves recite

wasted flow i see all here
drinking it all as a starchild
it all connects is all i hear
as it goes in to womb of wild

far down in dark by the beach
i see a ship just anchored there
storm is life and stories frail
i write it all and i just stare

i see them there standing high
having a chance some'd die to buy
i've bled too long but i'd jump
DUST doesnt cares if i'd fly
DUST doesnt cares if i'd fly

GOLD

white of the day is what she hates
a mother, a wife but most of all a girl
She holds the time, yet she waits
happiness is always a choice, destiny a will

ol maurie's place, same old
gray swearter vest, and it fades
if trouble is what she finds, then trouble is gold
Annoying calm, falling grades

All he ever visits is himself
filthy mustang, a careless soul
Can you add thoughts with a dubious self ?
sabbatical and a girl, studying coal

Nothing to buy but memories are sold
And all that doesnt change are his nights
if trouble is what he finds, then trouble is gold
Wounds,scars and fairies , skeptical fights

"Dedicated To You"

DEDICATED TO YOU

A young man sat in the corner ,
Dressed as a gentleman
As music would wishper
They changed their partners then

He played on piano
A low note
He played it over and over
He played and he wrote

Right across the hall
A young lady noticed him
She decided to watch and read
Oh !  what a sea to swim

Her sister danced with her beau
She sat alone
Unread piece of poetry
Refused to be shown

She despised the show
Young girl just watched ‘em all dance
appealed by the boy
She then decided to have her chance

Walked over to him and asked if
What kept him from romantic view
He told him that he wrote a song
“Dedicated to you”


He played it to her
As they talked through the song
Young man jake then entered
Awaited by the girls so long

Jake came straightway to her
Asked if she’d like to dance
Oh ! what a chance to make ‘em envy
What’s bad in some egoistic romance ?

He just couldn’t play anymore
As she danced
He swiftly left as his tune
She didn’t care to wave her hand

And in night
When His heart raged
She came to him
Telling she was getting engaged

Oh !! what could’ve been worse
She wanted him to be there
She hugged him and left
In silence of the night he said a  prayer

Next day they sat by the fireplace
She told him jake worked in paris
After marriage she’d leave
Leave for the city of fairies

He visited the old church daily
Right till the wedding day
He made the same wish daily
If she could see his way

On her wedding day
They vowed and they kissed
He played the same song again
As she wished

White as a dove
Was she pure in heart ?
As a  princess in a fable
She chose a prince , no mozart

She  went to paris
Very next week
He left for north
Boy !! was he weak ?

She lived a girl’s dream
In the city of romance
But soon the times did change
She had a baby girl in france

Jake young as ever
Was chased by cupid
The mother would now think
How was i so stupid ?

As a beautiful painting
She lived soulless
Tearful eyes brought up the girl
a reflection of her ness

In a lonely winter
When her beau was long gone
The girl fell ill
She passed one dawn

Oh boy ! did she cry ?
The poor thing
Oh ! is jesus cruel
She threw the ring

She went back to states
To her father’s farm
Stayed there as ghost of herself
Memories kept her warm

The lovely lady
Who stole a show in past
Died one day a lonely death
In the cage she cast

With this he wakes
The retiring man
Lights his pipe and thinks
should i visit same, from whom i ran ?

But why do i see it always
The same way
May be she is happy in paris
May be she is better away

As thoughts conquered his grey
The old man couldn’t sleep
His conscience talked so loud
He couldn’t keep

He sat on his piano
Outside window was a snowy view
He played to himself in the silence of night
Yet again - “Dedicated To You”