If its a choice you had to make?

It doesn't make sense... If you are put in a position where it is impossible to make the right decision, is it possible to trace your steps back to see why you are here? What turn of events brought you to this point and how different your life would have been if you had continued on one path rather than getting to know what the options were.... There is a reason behind everything... If one option has served its purpose, its time to let it go.... No matter how hard it is.. But then again, nobody ever said it was easy! And it gets worse... when you become optional and somebody else gets to choose....

Not giving up yet!

Ohh Boston...

I think I will go to Boston.. where no one knows my name......

Just stop hurting so much!

[Richard:] I know this is difficult for you.
[Cristina:] No, it's not difficult, sir. It is simple. Burke is not here. He's gone. And he's the better for it. He's winning the Harper Avery Award and being celebrated all over the world. That is not difficult. He's out there. And I'm here. where everything is the same. I still live in his apartment, I walk the same halls of this hospital, I wear the same scrubs, and even that is not difficult. This is where I am. This is where I choose to be. But, sir, when his hand was shaking, performed his surgeries, I kept his secrets, I nursed his pride. You know it, and I know it, and he knows it. He knows it. And yet, nowhere in the newspaper article does my name appear. I am the unseen hand to his brilliance. And yet, while everything is.the same, it's very, very different. Now I'm lucky if I get to hold a clamp. Hahn treats me like… I was his hand, and now I'm a ghost. That's not difficult. It's unbearable. I know everybody is proud of him, but I'm not. And I do not wish him well.

Smoke and cigar

Smoke and cigar- lit up always...
in the room and in the hall ways....
you carry it around in one hand
the other carries a record book..
notes from a hearing fair...
hair pulled back, prim and trimmed in your helmed coat...
fitting precisely in the judgement chair...

does the smoke help..
the ashes open up highways or
burn a bridge to light a pathway....
ohh its ever so difficult to find someone guilty..
when you hear the complete story...
though the cloak is black and white...
every coin has two sides....
and its hard to tell where the decision will sway.....

does the smoke help...
little rings of fire melt
the heart before a death sentence....
or its easier to look without the lens....
into the eyes of the culprit..
standing there in an empty gaze like an exhibit..
with nothing to lose or nothing to hide...
there's no winning with his dismay.....

does the smoke help...
the white clouds in a fuzzy belt
beat you up on being harsh...
for listening to logic instead of heart..
when the jury in all its fury
tried to persuade of the honesty
of a lover and his emotion...
you overlooked
and went with the royal commotion...
now the village is in ruins and the sky's grey....

does the smoke help...
making you aware and making it felt...
how can you decide...
when your own actions you can't justify...
in the time of a tragedy...
everyone looks around...
for someone to blame....
only this time the finger points your way...

does the smoke help...

Grey lilies!

Have you seen a flower in mourning?
dressed in black, drooping like an old hag...
like it suddenly stopped believing....
grey lilies lining my door step...
i mend the garden and i had them swept....
he is gone, but the lilies like to sleep in...
once children of the sky,
venom in the veins now seeps in...

butterflies look the opposite way...
once the blossoms formed silver trays...
cannot feel the bites of the moth...
or when the earthworms bring their clay...
petals fall one by one..
soul cleaves on the ground silent
and insides seething....
Have you seen a flower in mourning?

at the crown the queen bee sat...
now there's a titled hat....
honing the funereal...
laying down a scented mat...
for a dreaded burial...
and the final unveiling...
Have you seen a flower in mourning?

the pleasures of April...
treasures of a free will...
lined in dust, aligned in time
forming a wreath of wrinkles...
impressions of  a mistress visiting in
clothes too revealing...
Have you seen a flower in mourning?

Not another goodbye!

If I have to say this again, I might as well stop believing....

Yeah rip my heart out.. toast it... make a happy meal out of it!

Too much information in 24 hours..... 

Right .. right.. right is the right way to go.....

Counting on you-Mikey Wax Lyrics

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xU8VU8Qh2os

Magician and the queen of hearts....

the queen of hearts falls...
it was a full house...
turn your back on the luck..
run away from the crowds....
in a flash of memory...
he had conundrums solved...
piece by piece the game shapes..
in the old deck of cards...

too late to re-write the script....
too late to blame the culprit...
too late to find the cracks where it fell apart...

hit with stones, silent eyes of coal...
unseen and unknown....return of a name from the past....
once talk of the town, bewitched all around....
back again to claim his crown of stars....

in that fist, there's another trick...
clenched inside, ohh maverick...
surprise in the hours of dark...

is it fire or is it ice...
in those hands, a magic lies..
ohh lover of the queen of hearts...
counting on beads... the queen recedes...
at the apex...where the mountain bleeds....
tumbling down, in a moment it reels..
ohh the fateful tower of cards....


too late to re-write the script....
too late to blame the culprit...
too late to find the cracks where it fell apart...

Latent for years.... Hidden with pain and tears...
the night's here for a show of his art....
the sky aligns,
the forest's benign....
in the shadows dancing away...
forming castles from clay...
he breaks iron with glass...
melting all in sight.. with his fingers bright....
a spell he casts....

the tower begins....
and the mermaid sings...
Ace of spades stands in the last....
like nature's plays...
the fall of the queen entails...
rescued from the king...
in magicians jail....
poisoning hellebore in lycurgus,
served with leaves of hibiscus...
by the window.. loosing control in its trance...


too late to re-write the script....
too late to blame the culprit...
too late to find the cracks where it fell apart...

hollow stadium, empty audience...
here he gave her the ring of flowers...
last smile of queen's life..
witness to the king's demise....
will see no end of the magician's wrath..
a thousand times he is strung....
terror in his eyes as he is hung...
revenge of a love that lasts...
croatans believe his spirit never leaves...
and the magician grieves his queen of hearts....

too late to re-write the script....
too late to blame the culprit...
too late to find the cracks where it fell apart...

Choices!

Its like music... When they start playing it, you don't really like it at first and it annoys you because its disturbing your peace of mind... But when they have played it long enough for you to get used to it and then it suddenly stops.. And you sort of want it to keep playing because you feel like something's missing. You should like the fact that it stopped but you don't and you can't really figure out why... Its unsettling....

And then there are seasons.... You know if you dont like one, it will pass and something else will come along.... You feel like you have a choice when actually you are as helpless as before..... But whether its about the music thats forced upon you for god knows how long or the weather that you to have put up with for a day, in the end you don't really have a choice and more importantly its not about what choice you make. The thing that matters most is what you do with the choices that have been made for you? Whether you accept them and try to make the most of them and in the process forget the person you once were to become a new version of yourself. Or on the other hand, refuse to be a prisoner of someone else decisions, put everything at stake and save yourself if you can. Its a battle either way and fighting is the only way to go....

light years away

A day out in the sun....
finding the voice again...
for a hundred songs sung...
bouncing around in colors mystical...
like butterflies in twilight rays...
beneath cloudless clear skies
floating in the water towards sea gates...
a land of fortuitous beginnings....
a castle of flowers in myriad arrays.....
walking on the wind.....
the feeling has wings....

looms of a life from light years away....

its in the rain...
it comes, it goes..
with the wind it flows....
droplets it brings...
weave them together...
in spirits of ether.....
melt them on untouched strings...
on ursulas feathers....
in silent flutters
you can hear them sing....

shuffle the cards in your hands...
juggle them at your will...
up in the air...
or standing there still....
follow a trail....lost with figures frail....
for a speck of dust.... a star of dusk...
something in shakespeares plays....
the burning eyes and the smoking gaze....
coming out of a century long maze...
fleeting lilies blossoming for another day....
looms of a life from light years away...

How do I unpack this box full of memories?

Its all about what you do.....

"And it's whispered that soon, If we all call the tune 
Then the piper will lead us to reason. 
And a new day will dawn 
For those who stand long 
And the forests will echo with laughter. 
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, 
Don't be alarmed now, 
It's just a spring clean for the May queen. 
Yes, there are two paths you can go by 
But in the long run 
There's still time to change the road you're on."

-Led Zeppelin (Stairway to Heaven)

Have to go there once!

When I made it rain!

It all seems real but what if it disappears.....
It all seems the same but something has changed...
i left you alone that night
and when i returned there were no flowers by the bedside...
and the things all exchanged....
baby can't you see i made it rain?

I know you must have cried....
But for you to smile....
I had to leave and you have to believe...

for all thats worth preserving…

My mistakes are worth forgiving….

I lose to you in all your favorite games...

Look outside and you shall see I made it rain...

Have I been here since last december?

I woke up this morning and I couldn't recognize...
My face in the mirror and I couldn't find...
the keys because I have to go to work...
to a street I don't remember,
have I been here since, last december?

I think I took a train last night...
From the city, I ran away from the light....
headed to a place in the country-side....
Driving by town-sheds of timber...
have I been here since, last december?

There were people who cared...
But something was missing...
And I hope it wasn't a mistake to leave my friends...
But it wasn't because I just felt like walking....
I didn't have a place to go but I just kept going...
to wake up here this morning and a voice in my head did whisper....
Have I been here since, last december?

I met a few who changed me forever...
But what was the longing for the mountain blueberries...
and the smell of asters.....

There wasn't a moment, not enough time..
For me to realize what I left behind....
But these skies I dont remember..
Have I been here since, last december?

Where are you?

Where are you?
And where have you been?
Can I ask you these questions?
And can you hear me?

Behind these walls...
And in these paintings..
When you see a form emerge...
Isn't it worth claiming?

Look at these strokes...
Can't erase lines of fate..
The meaning's unclear...
but your expressions unfazed..
And I won't ask why you left the towers ablaze?
Or if it was your life or the feelings that failed...

So come back to light...
You can trust me with blind eyes...

To the sky in lonely times....
Take off this veil of steel...
In your world and from your heart...
Scream till you can't breathe....

Set out a sail..on a misty gale...

Away from the shore, in the middle of the storm...

You will feel the autumn heading....

Embrace it with your arms, it can hear you weeping...

And it will be all real, once you start believing..

I can see it in my dreams, I can see you dreaming!

Why do I roam?

Where does this road end..

And where am I headed…

It’s an unwalked path I am walking…

No trail to guide me, the signs all faded…

Not the only one I have travelled before…

But all comes down to you, wherever I go….

So, tell me… tell me now…

Why do I roam?

Show me the way again…

As I cant see on my own….

Or give me the wings to fly…

To the sky unknown….

The steps need to try…

But I will not say no…

In the end everything will be alright,

As long as you wont go….

Ohh please stay! Don’t let go…

I am weary now…

The grass is all grown…

Just show up like a shooting star…

The sky’s your home….

Many a spring went by…

And the clouds all alone…..

Ohh come on baby now…

Why won’t you sing me home?

And I am envious of those who belong..

To a sea of mysteries, I was blown…

I need directions…
the waves tossing me around…

Take me to a place I can hide and never be found….

I have seen enough and juggled through towns…

Face down I fall, in a circus like a clown…

Tell me these falls will fall into place….

Tell me I don’t have to replace…

Because everything comes down to you, wherever I go…

And I belong with you, no matter where I roam….

Chemistry!

"If you have the chemistry, then you need just one more thing... Timing! "

I haven't forgotten!

You know.. Somebody once told me if you see someone  in your dreams repeatedly, day-after-day, then it means they have been thinking about you... Is there any way that can be true?

So, two of the people I dreamt about, called me the very next day... Come and tell me it isnt true!

If you do it, do it right! :)

We may lose or we may win..But we'll never be here again...:)

This song has gained a new significance in my life lately....:)

Its raining outside! :)

First day back at work exactly as it ought to be....:) Perfect's the word!

Classroom Mumbai- Totally moved by this initiative....:)

Eccentricities- If only they were fewer in number and form!

Whether its drinking hazelnut coffee or cherry flavored cough syrup, mind you eccentricities might be more important in our lives than we realize. I have met many people and made great first impressions but if I go back in time and look for that particular moment when I really bonded with someone, it would inevitably be some incident where we were guilty of indulging in one of our "not-so-famous" habits. For example, while working in the lab, I always have my earphones on and that too at full volume. I love music but sometimes I just do it so that people leave me alone. Yeah, everyone's done that one time or the other..;)

So, one afternoon in the lab, this person comes and asks me where the music was coming from? Yes, the volume in my earphones was so high that it was audible even to this guy standing a few feet away from me. But alas, instead of telling me that the music was disturbing him, he starts talking about how he was a fan of classic rock and in fact, the song I was listening to was one of his favorites. I spent almost that entire afternoon discussing classic rock with this guy and ended up getting an entire collection of songs (far greater than what I could have ever gathered myself). Not only that, every time he downloaded anything new (music or movies), he made sure to get a copy for me. And that was just the beginning of one of the most beautiful friendships that I have come to cherish, because as time went by, we just started talking about anything and everything.

More importantly, this incident or my eccentricity gave me memories that I can fondly look back to and say, it is more than acceptable to listen to music while you are working, even if most people consider it against the "normal" corporate etiquette. Though don't let your boss catch you doing that. Thats just a recipe for disaster. ;) So, yeah at worst these harmless quirks can get you into minor troubles. Nothing a little sense of humour cannot handle. ;) But at best, you'll probably make some new friends and get an envious collection of songs for free...:)

Soulmates.. Whats the big deal?

Ohk! So most of us have been in that one relationship in our lives we look back to fondly and think "Why did it ever end?" or "Thats the closest I ever came to finding true love!" That brings us to  soul-mates. Who are these cherished beings and throughout our lives why do we keep striving to find one? In order to understand this, lets take a step back and see what that one cherished relationship from our past gave us that we think is impossible to achieve with anybody else. Since, everyone's different , I ll just speak from my experience. That relationship made me a better person. I don't mean in a moral sense but it brought out a side of me and a talent that I had neglected for far too long. And I am pretty sure, everybody's soulmate made them feel good about themselves in one way or the other. Now since, soul-mates are so good at bringing out the best in us, isn't it kind of unfair that there's only one of them? Well, that's the point where I disagree with most people. I don't think our quest for true love ends with a soulmate. I believe that our quest for true love is actually a never ending journey. There are no soul-mates. There is no perfect another for any of us. Yeah, I believe God tricked us that way. And on our way to finding this cherished soul we bump into many other less perfect ones and each of them introduces us to something we have ignored or never knew we had within ourselves. So, may be we are unfortunate souls whose search is deemed to end in a failure or we are lucky to be blessed with many soul-mates instead of one. Choose either way to look at this, the truth is its all about the journey!

And of course, to prove my point, here's a video which shows we have 871 soul-mates in our own city. ;)

Dreams!

When I was young, my dad told me that dreams were just stories that could not be completed in reality. Our sub-conscious mind is good at joining the dots and weaves these threads of incomplete tales to present a picture we would like to see. While most of the dreams would fall into that definition, I never really understand why we have nightmares? Or even if we don't go to that extreme, why do we dream about something and wake up completely terrified. It ought to have as much as meaning as the good dreams. And ever wonder, why we remember nightmares much more clearly and in detail, than any other dreams. Or how much closer the scary dreams are to reality than the lofty happy ones. I guess our sub-conscious is way faster than our conscious mind at detecting a potential threat. Many people might not believe it, but I think nightmares or scary dreams are a way of preparing us for the impending misfortune or in the least warning us of our actions that might hurt if we don't change our course. Now I am not talking about psychic abilities here, but what I mean is, all along our lives through the various experiences that we accumulate, our mind records the important stuff and weaves it into a web that can prevent us from falling into the same trap again. You might not realize it, but I guess our sub-conscious knows what damages us inside out and tries to protect us from a self-sabotage through dreams. Well, in regards to this conjecture, there might be many questions and many loop-holes in my argument as well but the biggest evidence of such a possibility are the dreams I have been having for the last couple of days. They brought back old fears but at the same time for some reason, I have stopped myself from making old mistakes again.

One regret: If only I could travel as much as I wanted to....

Tea Cup candles, sock monkeys and Bob Dylan records!

Boy.. this place has a personality of its own...:)

She rocks...:)

She's a country girl!

Ohh she is a country girl…

Her unmatched tango swirls…

Dancing with those caramel curls…

Falling for her with every turn…

Its autumn’s esters..

And spring’s peonies…

And you know the stars…

And those fake pennies….

They don’t return…

To the city world…..

And its your country girl…..

Like a precious pearl….

Ohk...not leaving this bed till i feel better...

You have got quite a battle ahead of you Mr. flu.... x-(

Valentine's day with chocolate cup-cakes...:)

Totally unexpected.... But thanks stranger....:)

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

Just one question... Why?

Now this is what I am talking about! ;)

The right song!

One dance is all it takes... Give it a try.. It will be alright!

It has to keep you up at night.... 

Barney!

The eyes always have had it all!

You behave like you can’t see…

Or may be you just don’t believe…

Because there’s no way you cannot know…

When it rains in her heart or when it snows….

All the seasons wind, summer and fall…

What makes her words stall…

The eyes always have had it all….

The mannequins of the glass ball..

Stars where the dreams fall…

Look at them like its meant to be…

You will find all that you ever seek…

A world frozen in a frame so small….

Enough to make her words stall…

The eyes always have had it all….

Wanna dance...:(

Some dance to a number... Some dance to forget....

A hard day's night!

If it were a choice I could make…

It wouldn’t be you…

But now I know its too late…

And I better believe that its true…

It’s a hard day’s night…

I don’t feel alive…

Ohh gotta try, try, try…..

In all the things that I believe…

The figments of imagination that I weave…

There are clouds nine and then there’s you…

So, I better believe that its true…

Will we get it right?

Losing it but still alive…

Ohh gotta try try try…..

If only I were a ghost...
Could vanish into smoke...
Turn into a dream and disappear without a clue..

But now I know its too late and I better believe that its true...

It’s a hard day’s night…

I don’t feel alive…

Ohh gotta try, try, try…..

Because when two wrongs make a right… Ain’t another destiny, ain’t another side…..

It trips me over…

And it turns you around…

But its gotta be true…

And its gotta be sound…

And I never lost sight of the cold blue in your eyes…

Because when two wrongs make a right…

Ain’t another destiny, ain’t another side…..

Creating fire in the sky…

On one hell of a ride…

We are two wrongs making a right…

No ends in sight..

No ends in sight…

Its heaven or its hell…

Pearl in oyster’s shell…

Bring in the mountain bell…

And with the coins in the wishing well,

cast all worries aside…

Because when two wrongs make a right…

Ain’t another destiny, ain’t another side…..

Two shells but souls alike....

Tomorrow’s in our stride….

We are two wrongs making a right…

No ends in sight..

No ends in sight…

No castles in the air….

Its brightest and not in the slightest unfair…

To believe people incomplete….

And roads concrete…

Can come together and be the light…
Because when two wrongs make a right…

Ain’t another destiny, ain’t another side…..

Ohh it’s a map to the mountains high….

With the wind and our wings we’ll fly….

We are two wrongs making a right…

No ends in sight..

No ends in sight…

Cosmic love- Florence Lyrics

A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes
I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
So darkness I became

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

What Maya Angelou Means When She Says 'Shakespeare Must Be a Black Girl' - The Atlantic

What Maya Angelou Means When She Says 'Shakespeare Must Be a Black Girl' - The Atlantic

May be tomorrow I ll sing my song!

On a cold desert night waiting for flowers of May…

The petals don’t blossom and so many things to say…

May be tomorrow these feelings will find some words…

And with the chirping birds I’ll sing along….

May be tomorrow I ll sing my song…

Not a longing for days gone by.…

The rhythm of a moon dance and stars shy….

May be tomorrow I ll reach closer towards…
Playing the chords of an unknown form....

May be tomorrow I ll sing my song…

Robins perching on the mountains crest…

Riding away from the oceans chest....
In the air, blowing with the storm...

And with the souls afloat, I ll drift along...

May be tomorrow I ll sing my song…

The spirit in the october fest...
the leaves with a yellow cleft....
May be tomorrow I ll find the colors...
to paint the summers and then rains will belong...
May be tomorrow I ll sing my song...

Music in beats and familiar retreats...
Lost in shallows and narrow streets....
Maybe tomorrow I ll find the quotes....
And with the right notes for these lines long....
May be tomorrow I ll sing my song...

Ohh the castle and the ancient gold mine…

On a night when the shadows line…

In a land not so divine…

A legend’s heard….

Of a castle cursed….

Of a battle fought with king’s triumph…

An empire of centuries nine….

Ohh the castle and the ancient gold mine…

He was told- the beginning would mark the end…

A land drenched in the blood of its men…

Another day it won’t survive....

Followed by an august of thorny pines…

And black would be Andromeda’s shine…

An empire of centuries nine….

Ohh the castle and the ancient gold mine…

Summoned to flames…..

The spirit leaves…. Wandering in desert plains…

Why destined to this fate….

Taking away lives unsate…..

The king stole Ares’s treasure they say…

Fatal as Helen of Troy to this day…

Nobody could have dreamt…

Demons of death were sent…

To the palace built with hands fine…

An empire of centuries nine….

Ohh the castle and the ancient gold mine…

In the hands of satan he lies…

His greed and his deeds,

 a hundred times his soul dies….

Why fascinated by ohh so fair?

Why claim a land unaware….

Of the misery scribed in time….

Silencing into a morbid shrine…

An empire of centuries nine….

Ohh the castle and the ancient gold mine…

Is it a sunset or a sunrise?

Is it a sunset or a sunrise?

Is it the beginning or the end?

When the sky’s in the red disguise….

When the moon’s a silver crescent…

When the depth of the ocean just deepens….

Its hard to tell and it just depends…

If night falls or the light thickens…

In the forest it echoes twice…

Is it a sunset or a sunrise?

A river ebbing or in high tide….

It just flows, no end in sight….

In the waves we see…

Of all shades serene…

Lies the storm catching up behind…

The mysteries in a moment felt..

With the water it all blends…

So hard to tell an enemy from a friend…

If its the beginning or the end…

To ashes and in the fire….

Dawn and dusk an endless repertoire…

Flowers blossom and birds sing…

Sun and horizon bound in invisible strings….

The flames of a candle bright…

End of many a mournful cries…

Life and death, a never-ending tryst…

Is it a sunset or a sunrise?

But who knew it was the last time…

I’ll come home mother…

This time I will take you with me…

All the dreams I had when I left…

Look closer to reality….

And I have friends here….

Cherished few who really care…

But the warmth that I seek, on nights like these….

I need a blanket, one with your arms wreathe..

And then all my fears would vanish

And all worries would sublime…

Hard days lost in an abundant sunshine…..

And those were his last lines….

But who knew it was the last time…

Twelve years to date….

The reality she still can’t face….

She doesn’t believe he is gone…

And will return home with the same old song…

Ohh yes…He was a painter, a singer, a one-man show…

A carnival wherever he would go…

But he left the small town…

For fame in the cities abound….

And he would paint with strokes so fine…

Like a tribute to all thats divine….

Known as the piper of the alpines….

Who didn’t know that it would be the last time…

And they buried him on the hills….

There he belonged… an empty space to fill…

There he would write and compose…

Ohh those lines fresh as the evergreen rose…

But she can’t read his diary again…

Though she keeps it by her bed in disdain…

Waiting for him to read them to her….

For everything to be same like it was before…

He told her he was coming back for everything he left behind…..

He told her she wouldn’t have to wait past nine….

Minutes turned into hours, no news for days malign….

And who knew it was the last time….

Ohh…Its such a waste… Why in such a haste?

She sent him away..

Yes she regrets sending him away…

But how could she stop him?

It was his dream.. his passion… the life of his soul….

His art, his work, the pieces to behold..

And yet again another what-if story to be told…

Wonder if someone could see it coming?

Wonder what he thought right before leaving?

And he was so blind…

Didn’t know that the future would be unkind….

The ending of a thought benign….

But who knew that it was the last time…

And she doesn’t believe it was the last time….

No you don't stand a chance!

Come on now… don’t laugh…

You know it ain’t true and it wont last…

Drink away another night, pour another glass…

May be the dreams will spare you tonight… Memories wont be harsh….

It’s a dark winter….  Ohh the dark winter of your life….

Not a moment’s peace… not a glimpse of delight….

Don’t be fooled by the silence now… It will take you in its arms…

It will follow you, take another glance….

No you cant get away.. No you don’t stand a chance….

Ohh it was wrong… he made you dance…

He told you- Just one more day wont do any harm….

You wanted to run away… but where would you go…

None of your pain and anger you could show…

Stifled inside… But so much at stake to blow….

Was it worth it, in the end though?

See how everyone around you advanced…

And May be you will get your olive branch…

But you cant get away now and no you don’t stand a chance….

Are you afraid of the shadows even now?

So many years gone by, but its right around the corner how?

Why don’t you just befriend the dark…

At least you won’t be alone and you know it will last…

You lose… in the end he will have the last laugh…

Unless you show the world you can make it past…

And laugh at him…. Even the slightest grin….

Dig up the grave…. And gently push him in…

No you wont do it…. But in your mind you can….

But it will follow you, take another glance….

No you cant get away.. No you don’t stand a chance….

There are things you dont wanna get over....

How much water can my eyes contain?

How deep is the love my heart sustains?

In the keys of the pianoforte, there is a pain…

Forgetting its own song… it plays in vain…

And when the tones slower.. in the silent summer…

A cry you can hear and a shadow hovers….

Far from the distance, my soul it covers….

And there are things you don’t wanna get over…

Hung over baby…. Hung over I am forever…..

On the journeys to distance…

Amongst the faces of autumn liaisons…

The heart still beats in cadence….

It wasn’t replaced and no feelings lessened…

Is it a blessing or is it a curse..

Frozen tears in misty winters…

Peace wont be here… not now.. not never…

But there are things you don’t wanna get over..

Hung over baby.. Hung over I am forever….

Lost all the winning cards….

Still not done chasing the mirage…

And I’ll paint the sky red if I could…

But I refuse to see you go as I should…

In the castle of ashes and embers…. where memories and past linger…

With the shades of death and slumber, I find my gold and silver…

And there are things you don’t wanna get over..

Hung over baby.. Hung over I am forever….

Caged I am… The door’s open… but the feathers’ broken…

Chained I am… the keys on the floor… but my steps shaken..

Give me the mirror and I’ll remember…

The bees life and death in honey amber…

Relishing the last drops of spirit and vesper..

There’s a bond I cannot sever…

Because there are things you don’t wanna get over..

Hung over baby.. Hung over I am forever….

In search of my evening star

Another glass of margarita,

Another shot of tequila…

One more night with my guitar…

Warmth from the ashes of my cigar…

In search of the evening star…

Looking outside the window,

There are shadows falling from the sky…

It must be here then,

But I can’t find it again…

And its smiling somewhere afar…

Ohh! Why could’t it stay….

Why it had to go away?

Shining through the maple trees or on coasts of the west….

Twinkle on the bridge, or on oceans crest….

No news from near or far….

And the nights’s like a scar…

It hurts everyday, ohh! Just show me the way…

So, I can see my evening star….

Hiding behind the clouds…

Covering the old wounds….

How much pain is in its heart?

Crumbled to pieces, hurt in places…

Bright as ever like an old work of art…

To make it stay…

I wish everyday…

I put a penny in the jar…

In search of my evening star….

Dust in the wind- Kansas lyrics

I close my eyesOnly for a moment and the moment's goneAll my dreamsPass before my eyes with curiosity
Dust in the windAll they are is dust in the wind
Same old songJust a drop of water in an endless seaAll we doCrumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
(Aa aa aa)Dust in the windAll we are is dust in the windOh, ho, ho
Now don't hang onNothin' last forever but the earth and skyIt slips awayAnd all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the windAll we are is dust in the wind(All we are is dust in the wind)
Dust in the wind(Everything is dust in the wind)Everything is dust in the wind(In the wind)

Yesterday- Beatles lyrics

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly, I'm not half to man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.
Now I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.