with me would you cry

My head is heavy, bubbles of smoke tossing high
on a pile of confiscated soul I lie, turning high
would you dare come near, or would you just sigh
I bet you are confiscated too,in a different sky you fly

would you dare come near, or would you sigh
would you assemble ME, with me would you cry ..

tumble, stumble, trapped in my own grievances
running around, trying to recapitulate the missed chances
this is where I used to reside, ME was my mansion
the sand castles have drowned, now ME is a broken caption

would you dare come near, or would you sigh
would you assemble ME, with me would you cry ..

thrashed by mere ghusts of wind, no defence I apply
drowned in these bubbles, in this mist I sublime
caught in a mystery, the burden termed life
the battles have grown fierce, the battle is inside

would you dare come near, or would you sigh
would you assemble ME, with me would you cry ..

would you dare come near, or would you sigh
would you assemble ME, with me would you cry ..
would you leave ME in midst, with me would you lie ..


PS :: looking for a vocalist, guitarist & I'll learn d drums .. I bet its a future big hit .. rock on \m/

along the river I sat down and didnt wept..

Your soul aint pure, neither is mine
lets pour some love, let love be the wine
walk alongside, lets talk about thoughts divine
dont shiver, dont resent, lets commit the crime

the river is wild, water rushing to touch your feet
dont be scared of the touch, its a mesmerising reach
this road millions have walked, with joy and pride
this road we have to walk now, a journey in disguise

along the river you sat, pouring down your emotions
its said, nething that falls here in, turns to a stone
I sat next to you, you hardly moved, unturned, tormented
I wanted to cry, but dry tears never spill .. do they ??

Find in the mist my face, embrace the unseen
long for me in hours of solitude, miss me keen
on the stairs wait for me, an appearance very lean
adore this rememberance, thats where we have been

lets sit alongside the river
and pour this bank with waters unknown ....





PS :: Life is not easy as it seems. A second leads to push urself away from people you would like to be with, at times you dont want the love you desired for most, at times you want to curb the bad so as to be called a good man ( jst for a moment ), at times you wish to run away from evrything thats trying to hold you ( though you love being held ).. at times you wish to be bad and mean to yourself .. and at those times you wish to loose yourself in a puff .. d smoke is all over ur face nd inside you .. thats when u realise how important it is to learn to be bad ... whats bad is not bad .. its a manifestation of your inner frustrations .. whts good is not good .. its a rehabilitation of your wrecked soul and ruptured emotions.
A man is made of emotions and pretty much drived by them, and wonder what would happen if the very existence of these emotions is desired to be denied, for peace. But does peace ever come .. may be the smoke relives d illusion of being in peace or of an eternal bliss .. but afterall your lost somwhere you never wanted to be .. ruining yourself to the core .. being an outlaw .. a desperado ..

the journey from hopeless romantics to romantics to simply stupid memoirs is great only if the smoke engrossed you forever .. bt it leaves you so quickly that you wonder, who the hell should you hold onto ..

life is a exxagerated oxymoron .. a bitter sweet symphony ..
hanging between desiring and denying ..

ohh .. PS is never meant to be so long .. hehe .. its called the ' PIssing SEction ' ..