Some days fly by on,
in sweet whiffs of butterfly wings,
a buzz of immortal song fills on,
a slow dance under blue skies, as the day flies on.

A dream, a cloud of steam,
a spoonful of laughter and a happy gleam,
the rain fills in a harmony as it pours,
yellow light brightens up,
a slow brushstroke, humming with life.

Caught by a breath, like early dew on sliver threads,
soaring in the sky, thoughts fly on.
white as a cloud, a dove taking flight,
dew trickles on , setting in dreams as they go.
the day goes on, winding all along,
as the heart mellows on, before the light is gone .

Dead leaves, on dead roads,
we walk on blind, living dead beat lives.
dead dreams and dead hopes,
sulking in fear, of death kissing us all.


Dead songs, of dead deeds,
we struggle on, in life's sweet grasp.
For a hope, a ray of light,
we pray on, on dead knees at dead walls.

Waiting under the sun,
here comes that rain again;
drenching in the hopes lost deep down,
we stand praying on, for the sun and the stars.

You walk away slow, from all you held close,
the rain drizzles on, the wounds drench on,
the splatter in your face tears to the very soul.
about all that is left behind, when it was all one's to be,
when the clouds were only shapes of hearts and smiles,
when it was only you and the sunny skies to be.

The coin in the air, a glint of luck,
neither here nor there, all fortunes still far away.
When the clock is stuck, a momentary flash,
on the edge of a blade, many a fortune hang.
Between the odds and the toss, lives revolve,
destiny is made, fortunes lost.
The uncertainty at hand, a master of it own,
building castles in the air, breaking faith and hopes.

there's a weeping wall inside us all,
there's an unforgiving thought lingering on.
There's a never ending road, winding all along,
there's a fiery soul on the road, walking all alone.

There's a wind rustling the trees on the road,
there's a sun waiting to sink in the sky.
There's a star waiting to shine in the dark,
there's a smile waiting to let itself a laugh.
There's an eye in the sky, watching it all,
there's a lie in the soul, killing us all.
There's a God waiting to end it all,
there's is man, wanting to live it all.
There's a dream, a glimpse of victory, a goal,
there's a tide waiting to rise, inside us all.

There's an undying thought, slithering on,
there's a prison in the mind, caging on.
There's a ray of hope, leaking through,
there's a glint of heavens, pouring through.
There's a mirror on the wall, staring back,
There's a scar in our hearts, bleeding us all,
there's a hope in tomorrow, calling us on.

When the rain comes pouring through,
its the windows that shriek, pounded on and on,
the world reflected in puddles, the rainbows paints the day,
lost in the ways faraway, never wanting to return to dark days.

The scent of earth, wet and alive,
lost in the dance of the silver moon,
I keep forgetting the turns and crossroads,
paths and lanes once I walked with eyes closed.
the rain brings down a curtain, on what needs be forgotten,
on my back, on the grass, near the banks listening to the flow,
a hum in my head, of deeds done with pride,
they take to the wings, while the sky come pouring down.

Meet my words,
all alone, all for their own,
twisting in them memories, hoping nobody knows ,
never knowing what is to be, and what not be.

They take on shapes, of their happiness and sorrows,
written into themselves, into the hearts they borrow;
from the only place they know, blank pages on a page,
worlds with no before, worlds that change when the sheets turn over.
Feeling love, mocking hate, all the delusions ink can make,
meet the words, never truly born,
meet the worlds, caught in the lines of a page,
meet the worlds, living through lives they borrow.

Rhythmic steps to where I'm to,
all I need is a dream and a heart.
Castles in the air, I make and unmake,
on the journey I'm on, on roads I make.
Asking all the questions, right and wrong,
in search of answers, hoping to find on my own.
the ground beneath sings along,
as I walk along, a road all of my own;
A ray of hope, a pinch of love,
and all I need is song to hum;
on the road I make, to the dreams I dream.

lightning strikes,
silver sparks light up the clouds in the dark.
twigs of memories, broken and withering;
shades of flowers that never will bloom again,
fill the sights of a faraway wonderland,
partly a past,partly a future unsure of its path.

none look up, to the stars that shall never shine again,
as the lightning strikes, all else fade,
like the hopes of a dying candle in the dark.
all the orange skies of a faraway land,
calling onto the dying waves in the dark;
darling sounds of random happiness fall like the rain,
when the skies shine up, dancing to the sliver lightning bolts.

If everything is the same,
if nothings ever change,
will I know when the morn comes?
when I wake to the same sunlit skies.

If everything is the same,
will I know when the clocks go still?
If everything is forever same,
will I know when nothing remains?

i remember the moon,as its floats,
when the sun sets,
flying by through the milky way.
I remember the sinking light,
filling up the spaces in the sky,
I remember floating endlessly,
kissing the clouds in my dreams.
I remember walking through autumn trees ,
I remember walking on till I wear out the summer shoes.
I remember staring at the glass,
my own eyes piercing into the bits of my soul.
I remember trying to collect pieces of my mind,
trying to sleep in the glitter of silver moonlight.

I'm having trouble sleeping,
swinging between between blurred lines of reality and dreams,
I'm jumping between my worlds,
I keep twisting strands of sunshine in my head,
I'm having trouble breathing, worlds keep choking in my head.

I'm having trouble sleeping,
I'm thinking of what to hold on to and what to let go.
I never get to let it all free,
its always some other footsteps on the street,
its always the nameless breeze passing me along on her stead,
stealing my words as I move on, invading my worlds as I breathe on.

We pray for clouds,
to darken the yellow hues in the sky.
We pray for the rain,
to paint anew the shades on the trees.
We pay for a storm, to shake and rumble on,
to replace old beliefs, to rebuild broken temples and dreams.

We pray for the sun,
to shine forever when darkness falls.
We pray for the fires,
when the cold kills the flames within.
We pray for the Gods,
when all else seems to fail;
We cry for our brothers,
when the blood soaks the earth like a rain.

I fade into the mists before my eyes,
I lose myself in the myths of my head.
I soar on and on, almost making it to the sun,
I keep going on to the point of no return,
to the place where amends mean no changes no more.

I witness the flight of the eagles,
in their home among the clouds beyond the glare of men.
As they swiftly swoon through the blue skies,
I rebuild my castles here below,
in the east, away from all the vagaries of a past,
closer to the sun, hoping that the light shall forever last.

I have been walking on with the cycle logic in my head,
I have no trouble finding a million doors.
I walk the avenue that goes on around and around,
I think I see a star up ahead, but then maybe there's nothing at all.

I walk on with the cycle logic ringing on,
every now a consequence of every then.
I hold my breath for a moment, to see if holding time would run me out,
but its gone before it comes, the whiff of life in a handful of air.
All the glitter of today taking roots from a million yesterdays,
I walk on humming songs on the cycle logic I find inside,
I pause, stop and wait on, but in the rustle of every grass on the hill,
its just waiting to be heard, the songs of how things be from what they were.

This is the story of city lights,
glimmering on when all else go home,
under skies with only the stars to stare on,
unbroken, they shine on, these city lights.

Never letting go, the glow up above the heads,
driving away the demons lurking in the dark,
this is the story of undying hope when all else falls,
this is the story of the million city lamps.

Its always the same, everyday,
the same blue skies overhead, everyday.
its always the same songs on the radio,
stolen words about stolen thoughts.

How long have the road kept going on,
with a million turns and bends, they always keep going on.
its always the same countless stars in the night,
its always the dreams that build the shapes of the world,
its always the same, that keeps the world running sane.

I can't land,
set my foot on scorching sand.
The winds drive me on,
a rhythm in my chest sings on the way beyond.

Its a snow covered sky,
I see far away land way below.
Dropping my wings among the eagles in the air,
I float endlessly, in mists of vapor gray.

Broke shards of memories haunt the night,
every evening,a new moon, bigger than before.
through the silence, the chaos of a million thoughts unsaid,
racing pulses never feel the heart's delay,
morning light never care where the gone shadows lay.

waking from dreams, onto paths of heaven and hell,
all vision lost in the hallucinations of today.
days and nights masked in the glory of hope,
dreams keep drizzling, from dark clouds with silver linings.

Nothing remains the same ever,
The seasons keep changing the mirrors within.
Nobody is who they used to be,
The fallen leaves embrace the dust,
The melancholy gets to all,
To every me and every you.

We stay by our sides, as the days turn shades of sour,
Every word we speak, resonates in graveyard chimes.
Nothing is ever the same, we are not the same ever again,
There' s only more to go underneath, as the bonds keep getting thinner,
Melancholy finds her home, in every me and you.

wayward to nowhere, I walk on, terra incognita,
I stagger on, worship the beads of light raining on.
at the mercy of bittersweet waves of life,
the days swings on,
from a smile from the soul, to the shores of agony.

The big yellow sun, beating down the drums of the heart,
bound by the vagaries of emotions of fathers and sons,
there is a big black hole,
burning away the light into the nowhere's of yesterday.
Wayward, with only the eagles to be seen,
I walk on to be lost, on terra incognita.

I see miles and miles of mountains on my side,
the sea washes on at my feet, throwing herself blindly at me.
What I am to me, flicks of real and imagery,
the ground ain't what it seems,
just another face waiting to turn up soon.

I see a million stars twinkle on,
as million lives flicker on and off.
The wind blows easy ceaseless on its way,
as I walk on, to lands of everbright skies.

Beyond open skies above,
home high above the eyes of men.
I make on castles in the air,
bricks from words borrowed from beyond,
from sights I haven't seen from yonder.

I sail away, from kingdoms I break to kingdoms I make,
at some sacred place, stuck in whirlpools of my own thoughts.
I sail on, high above the reach of eagle's wings,
to the worlds made on words I borrow,
I sail on, to the lands unseen, that I make.

Waiting for my train of words on the way home,
I burn my hands trying to hold the flying dreams go.
The winds through the window speak in silent tones of their own,
the day sings a charm of her own, not caring for the birds fly by as they go.

I stand by the doors, hiding from the shadows of lesser walls around,
the sun beats down in blankets of white, I sleep through the songs of the birds.
I lean against walls of self-made thoughts,
I drench in the drizzle of my own broken memories.
I sit staring at white walls and passing feet,
I wait on, for a train of words, home-bound.

sometimes, the beautiful moments are hardest of 'em all,

sometimes, the morning sun is the darkest of 'em all.

sometimes, the thickest crowd is the loneliest of 'em all.

sometimes, the sunniest days are cloudiest of 'em all.


sometimes, the winds on the beach are the silent of 'em all,

sometimes, the whites in the sky are blackest of 'em all.

sometimes, the smile from the heart is the saddest of 'em all,

sometimes, the end of the day is the brightest of 'em all.

paper shards raining from the skies,
swinging on in a million colors and their hues.
paper dreams of people float around,
lines in black pencil hues of hidden dreams and desires,
messing with the masks in everyday heads,
a game of hide and seek with what the heart seeks.

moments of sweetness hung in chains of insensitivity,
like rays of light through the dark clouds,
in bits and pieces, like the rain of paper shards,
in layer of graphite black, the fate of a million seconds of life,
all twist in spirals of their own, the paper shards in the air.

We all need to play it some other way someday,
scratch a new tune , paint a new day,
we all need to let the seasons around change,
we all need to keep the rivers flowing some other way.

We all need to stand still and breathe in the light,
we all need to feel life float endlessly in and out of the day.
We all need to chase out the old rhythms humming in the head,
We all need to give every second chance a day to live before we fade away.

Slow trains circle on in poppy fields,
the long grass glitters gold,
waving among the shards of golden light.
Like velvet fields on the moor's gown,
they swing to the arms of the wind,
while sweet laughter keeps rolling on,
making circles in fields of poppy red.

far away from castles of bricks,
we make here, floating palaces in the air.
Circling around in patches of green grass and pebble soldiers,
we rumble on on the hills,
the laughter lights up the forest beyond,
at horizon of poppy red meeting the carpets of trees.

All things keep turning inside out in my head,
everything keeps happening in the second just gone.
Days flash on and off, like fireflies on a high,
I stay away from the light and dark, I stay in worlds of my own.

I walk the lines on a secret map,
a world for me that destiny must have drawn.
Signboards never let me lose,
they keep following me on roads yet to take,
they keep reminding me I can't go wrong.

Falling paper flakes from the sky,
all etched with a million smiles of a face I know,
the lines on the horizon seek out through the waves,
I live through the universe, a kaleidoscope in my head.

At the third hour of the night
whose was the figure I drew in my heart?
partially erased,leaving me totally blank?
I wander on in these lonely paths,
searching for the pair of lovely glitter in her eyes,
I wander on, at this third hour of the night.

I drive further on to confusion,
as I lose all sensation of the ground,
I keep counting the seconds in silence,
only to tumble and fall,blinded at your feet,
endlessly I fall, further down the dark hour of the night.

New born green on the trees,
painting the forest bright under yellow splendor.
Lost children of long gone spring,
long before the seasons of wither and die,
they rustle on in the air, the new born leaves.

Unspoken happiness echoed in the song of the birds,
all hopes of a tomorrow burn bright like evening hues.
High above the mix and match of brown earth and dusty paths,
they shade the forests in blankets of green,
the new born leaves on the solemn trees.

I waited a long long while,
to ask the clouds of their long march in the sky.
Underneath the one tree hill,
I lay waiting, for a long long while,
for a vapor of mist to pour out all it knew.

Why, why do I come here?
why do I seek all that I hold so dear?
Knowing the fears that hold back the pages of tomorrow,
why do I keep pushing the waves underneath the storm?
why do I wait so long, for the days to turn a shade of my heart's delight?
why do I see the world turn on, as i lay on in paradise here?

We have no time to waste,
the hearts ticks on, along the clock on the wall.
Struggling under the lights, the life we make,
same old traps on same old roads.

We are changing, like the moors; we grow warmer,
We look out for miracles in the air,
we shine like stars in the northern glow.
Trying to find and forget, it's so easy to hide,
the sun under the clouds, the heart in a blanket of smiles.

Fragment dust floating around in morning air,
monkeys in people's heads tossing their feelings around.
All shall soon go back to being just what they are,
the fragments of dust shall all that be left, in the streets and the air.

All the people wake up to their morning blues,
ready to go back to hanging around the remains of yesterdays.
Some magically wish for the seconds to please not go,
but time shall not keep hanging around,
only the dust remains, floating around fragmented pasts.

Soldiers on a march,
through lands barren and torched,
minds and flesh torn by the ravages of war,
they walk silently on, the soldiers on a march.

The torch of war burning in night and day alike,
the music of whizzing bullets lays many a soul to sleep.
On the altar of afterlife, a eternity besides the souls of the fallen,
skies of rain of shed bled, as the soldiers march on , through life and death alike.

Its so still,
the night slowly fading away.
Morning light,
falling like early snow,
in bits and pieces of ecstatic tomorrow.
Breathless, I stare at the coming light,
twisting its way around fading stars.
Sunshine, on its way,
like a stranger on a path walked a million times before.
I could possibly be dreaming,
sleeping with my arms around fading starlight,
holding on the strands of the growing day,
I could feel myself growing a day older,
I stand frozen like stone,
in the breathless song of the coming dawn.

For you,
all worlds shine so bright.
For you,
all roads lead to paradise.
For you,
all time shall lay frozen in a smile,
for you,
all dreams shall come walk alive.
For you,
there shall be bridges between rainbows,
for you,
the stars shall rain forever twinkling light.
For you,
even sad days could turn a poetic delight,
for you,
the worlds will bathe in reflections of your light.

Nothing happens on,
between the swings on the wall,
the pendulum in her slow song,
as I roll the dice and sway fate in the air,
nothing happens, in the blink of the eye.

Nothing ever happens,
to the grain under the grass.
A million foot passing along and on,
for a million ages come and gone,
nothing ever says farewell to the clock on the wall,
as the dice rolls and sways destiny on her palm.

I am dreaming,
of pirate ships floating in the air.
I am smiling,
thinking of fools dancing in the zoo.
I walk in halls with no walls,
I say farewell to the times yet to come.
I breathe in the air, I compare,
the shades of the green leaves on misty mornings,
against the yellow light cutting through the blankets of green.
I hear the sound of the waterfall on the rocks,
I hear piano notes floating through.
As I keep on walking, the roads still yet know where,
to the gardens where the bees never wait or fly far,
I'm smiling, thinking of misty morning dews.
Slow moving mountains in my head,
floating valleys and the vapor lakes,
reach escape velocity and take to the stars,
as I lay silent on the grass, smiling my way through sweet time's tune.

My imagination slugs,
I can't imagine my end.
Will I really end?
My mind runs wild for reasons,
I can't find the skies to fly,
Will my wings ever wash away the clouds?

You descend like morning light into my heart,
fill the dark corners with the pearls in your eye,
listening to unnoticed lamentations in the wind,
your smile fills cheerful beams in my sky.

Where to do the roads go?
how many faces pass along as I go?
where will the signs on the road lead on to?
all happiness and sadness reflects in that face with a smile,
from where do the random beats of the heart take root?

How many dreams do I search before I find what I want?
How many miles before I find where the rainbows meet the ground?
How many words before I find the song in the silence around?
How many mirrors will I see, before I find the truth in me?

Got no time, got no mind,
for the words to fill the lines.
Time to sleep, time to sync,
into the dark beauty of the night.
So whats it the dreams shout?
castles drifting under dark skies,
calling out to you, calling their creator home.
Remember that we were once children,
we saw the sky with our minds and not the eyes,
not afraid of what we saw in the images up so high,
we saw a world drifting slowly, just for us in the sky.

I have been searching for pearls in the sand,
the feathers floating around keep spinning around in my head.
All the footmarks in the sand,fills with the ocean's tear,
as the beach washes on my foot in ebbs and waves,
I walk on, on the shore, trying to find pearls in the sand.

As my days keep turning bright,
now I see clearly, the pearl of my day.
I wait on as I look around, in the temple of my light,
I breathe the scents of a new born day,
I see the oceans kiss my feet in the sand,
as the day turns night, my world hangs on bright,
like a million stars and their light, shines the pearl of my eye.

I hold a ace of hearts in my sleeve,
I hold the beat of the waves in the palm of my hand.
Stretching the kingdoms of my mind across the sky,
the birds fly on in rainbows lanes in my heart.
I hold castles of my dreams in happy tears of my eyes,
I hold the sun and the stars in their places in my sky.
Stranger places and stranger people on the street,
I hunt shades of smiles in the passing nobodies.
My feet finds a path to the forests of new born light,
my eyes rest on orange horizons I see in her eyes.

She is a poem,
of seven golden lines.
The beat of her heart, beautifully written,
deep within her ebbs and flows,
her beauty blinds her creator.
A flow of ink, a song with a soul,
she is a poem, a dream to which the Gods bow .

I had a dream,
I stood below orange skies,
I saw the doves fly by,
In my dream I saw the sun,
ride the road down the orange sky.

I had a dream,
of chestnut smoke and pure white snow.
In my dreams, the day dawned bright blue,
before the sea a field stretched out towards the shapes of distant islands,
real and imagined, blurring at the edges,
the waves wash on, my feet to unknown lands,
all bathing slow, in the light of the orange sky.

the tubelight's song.

burning bright, heavenly light,
tubes of white light, rain out thro the window.
shadows under the bed, daemons lurking away protected aside,
in the fear of the light, they tremble at its might.

Do the sun fear your light,
does the light give the moon a sad dim light?
does the power in its veins burn so forever bright,
have you seen the lights blink a smile before they rain their light?

I walk on, on half made roads,
I stop and stare at the sights beyond my eye.
Beetles warp around the bricks on the sand,
the moon is not quite bright, in the shadow of my sun.

I fly through lands of talking trees,
I walk on water and dance with the light.
Something rings a song, far away on the sea,
feelings half baked live and rule, in the sunshine of my life.

Round and round they go,
in circles in a cup,
mists of coffee vapors,
make the mornings blue.

shades of bark, bordering on the dark,
a million suns in my head,
flow through my veins as the coffee sinks on.
on and on, making roads to places I never knew,
the coffee works its way as I melt into the day.

I am schrodinger's cat,
caught neither here nor there,
I own every time, everywhere.
I jump through time, out of her palms,
I live my nine lives, in the holds of the uncertainity at hand.

I am schrodinger's cat,
caught between a toss of neither this nor that,
the past fades in the coin's fall,
tomorrow never means the coming hour.
I die and live again, I twist time and space again,
I am the master of no time and no space,
I live on, as schrodinger's cat.

I look for some magic in the air,
I see the eagles fly in circles far away.
I fell asleep on the blades of grass,
the clouds and their shadows too came to pass.

I hear the stories, all happy at last,
ones where the pain of the past, runs afar so fast.
The sun shines much kinder now, the light kisses my cheeks good luck,
Its a new leaf of a life, its a beautiful day that'll for ever last.

I have words floating around my head,
I have broken lines filling the pages with lines.
I have shards of feelings poking from the inside,
I have songs of love filling up the air.

All I ever knew, all I ever needed be,
all the curtains that needed to be free,
float around in the brush of the winds.
One of these days, I shall write a song,
I shall wave the wind a stroke of my own,
one of these days, I shall sing you a song so bright,
I shall make the stars shine brighter , make the sun forget her light.

I am on a train home,
back to the smells of new born rain,
to the land of the new born sun and happy days.

I am here today,
looking through at the flowery meadows,
I am here today,
Waiting for tomorrow to pick me home.

I stand on the cross roads of life,
roads extending to nowhere, all leading to me,
the clouds shine bright on one, the silver threads light the other.
I walk down a broken line,
I walk with no rush, no losing time,
the clouds pour through my eyes,
as the skies light up in shades of blue,
I breathe slowly from the air, my life,
I hum slowly, standing on the cross roads of my life.

Glades of snow in your eyes,
the million drops of pearls that light up your eyes,
I rain in the star shine from your eyes,
I lose my self, in the glitter of those eyes.

I write songs, on and on about your eyes,
the words stare me back in surprise.
I take photographs of you in my mind,
I replace the suns of my life with your eyes.

there's a hole in my pocket, about sky size,
The hope keeps ebbing on, I pray everything keeps being alright.

Smiling faces on the road,
a million gifts I find on the road afar,
I wait for the leaves to dry,
I wait for the skies to be all right.

I think to myself, I make build my dreams,
I paint the rainbows in multiple streams of all colors and hues.
I roll on, on the road along,
I drive on, on a way leading to me.

The stares glare on in my eyes,
I fall into the rain, unbound.
I hold the starlight by my side,
I rewind the songs before they even begin.

All the dust on the window, sparkle in the light,
I look down from my castles so high,
I look at the eagles right in the eye.
Life comes to those who choose to live,
The lights rain on, with only happiness to give.

Floating drops of light in the air,
like a pearl shining bright in the sun,
lighting a million smiles under the sky,
here comes sweet light, making my mornings bright.

The paradise in my head, fills my sights,
the clock on the tower, completes a song as she goes.
There's only the sun and the me and the grass to live all this through,
Its only brilliant light that shapes up the day as time pass through.

Today,
the windows gleam on bright.
I drive on the road alone,
perfect shadows follow me behind as I go.

These days,
my thoughts run in a train,
from one happy land to another.
I keep waiting for today, as she keeps on her road;
here comes the sun, burning bright thro me, today.

Don't look away from the shining sun,
don't run away from the coming dawn.
Don't hide in the shadows in the dark,
don"t hide away from the flowers in the park.

What I want, is all around,
in splinters of joy, in blades of grass,
I see the light falling from the tree tops in her tumble of colors,
I see time gleam a smile as she passes by.

I remember the sounds and the songs,
of November birds long gone.
I walk on a tune of some voice, all that I only here somehow,
while I wait for the clouds under my feet to fly,
I wait for the November birds and their songs.

I glitter on in dews on the grass,
I keep lying down with eyes closed on winter grass.
I see light dancing her way out on the surface of a glass,
I see myself whistling on in a sea of never ending grass.

Goodbye, sweet vapors of love,
goodbye, the sweet dreams of the bye gone days.
Goodbye, the pebbles in the road till here,
goodbye, the signs on the roads I never took.

rosy mist on the window panes,
the world's shades of green in the rain.
the air smells of paradise,
a million flowers wait to bloom at sunrise.

The day is a tune,sung along,
on the road of bliss that we walk on.
Time runs on,on her solemn path,
we walk on,on a song, in God's true form.

Whiffs of home, rain my cloudy days anew,
the tambourine sings of a beat of her own.
Flashing lights in bright shades on the seas,
I wait it to come down to, a changed life and the sky bright blue.

Its a beautiful day,
to rain in something better,
to open up my eyes to the skies,
and sing a song for the coming spring.
Happiness paints my sky in tunes of a song,
its a beautiful day to be spent humming with you along.

Pearls on the window sill,
morning elegance in all splendor bright.
Early birds fly over head to uncharted skies,
the trees breathe on life for the rest of man.

baby steps of a morning step,
into the cold floors of yesterday, we let our feet.
Wanting to fly over the never ending meadows of tomorrow,
we smile a welcome at the sun, the clouds and her shining light.

Dreams built on vapors in morning light,
the angel's lend their wings,
beating a whisper in the wind as they go,
the dreams of my own, glitter bright as the morning sun.

Scarlet drops of dew fill up my vision,
the wind sings as the blades of grass dance along.
I'm starting to breathe the happiness into me,
I have forgotten the last dark clouds beyond the horizon,
I've seen the coming life in the bird's morning song.

Into the light, dreary and haggard,
we flow on, waiting the glory dawn.
Broken sounds linger on,
the mist clears the path to the sky.
We were the Kings and Queens of every tomorrow,
we owned the sun and everything under its brilliant light.

We walk into the streets of coming time,
we walk with angels along our stride.
We let the light glitter on the road ahead,
maybe the time will now follow the sands under our feet,
maybe we were the kings and queens of kingdoms gone.
On castles of hopes and dreams we build our lives,
In a land happily our own, we live on,forever;
in the high thrones of the Gods,
we rule as the Kings and Queens of tomorrow...and forever.

It hurts the sea when you cry,
it hurts the sky when there is moist on your eyes,
it hurts the heavens when your tears flood the sky.
Save you tears for the glitter of the pearls,
save your sorry for the bird without a song,
save the strain in your heart for the warmth of the sun,
save your happier times, for the coming morn.

We swim in oceans in our head,
making waves under the sun that shines burning gold.
We take the birds from their homes in the sky,
we ride on the their backs among the clouds of paradise.

We walk on magical sand, we let time run herself to a stop,
we make immortal dreams paint the sky,
we paint the rainbow in shades of monotone blue.
We blink back at the stars, we swim to greener lands,
we run a thousand miles in our head,
we let paradise reflect in the iris of our eye.
We swim in the oceans of our life,
we swim along the dolphins in the night,
we swim weightless in the shadows of light.

Have we forgotten,
the meadows and the never ending grass?
have we forgotten,
the sun rain its yellow on the hill afar?
have we forgotten,
the scent of the faraway rain?
Have we forgotten,
the birds in the trees and their songs?
Have we forgotten,
the beauty of slumber on green grass?
Have we forgotten,
the enchantment of the river's song along a walk?
Have we forgotten,
the faint dance of moonlight in the dark?
Have we forgotten,
what it takes to open up and laugh ?
Have we forgotten,
the little moments that make life so grand?
Have we forgotten,
the pearls at the bottom of our hearts?
Have we forgotten,
the songs and tune that the days sing on.....
The road that goes on,to the backyard full of dreams,
a house of forgotten songs and a happy life's theme.

Every time the clock swings on,
my world turns upside down once again.
The sky is filled with the colors of the corals,
the fish swim along with the eagles in their flight.

Every stroke the clock swings on,
the sun moves closer to the moon a bit more.
The penguins swim on in no man's land,
the rain wets the sky, as the clouds sparkle on.

where do the broken vectors on the road lead to?
patches of white strips in the black,
from the edge of my foot to the horizons beyond,
mingling with the clouds flying in the sky,
the wind reclaims the sky from dark.

Where do the running wheels hurry to?
All roads end in a shade of brown and blue.
Tears of happiness reflect in rainbow hues,
the foot taps a song the heart long knew.
Rocket trails shine through silver clouds,
the million twinkling stars light the fading sky through,
the grass hums as the night sprinkles dazzling pearls of dew.

May you sleep sweet,
the heavens bristle under you feet.
May the sky hold you in its folds,
with the stars twinkling bright on your sheets.
May the angels sing their songs,
may the hum beautify the times gone,
may you sleep sweet,
may the flowers of paradise kiss your feet.

Lost flakes of falling snow blur the sky,
morning wind warms the bird's nests under the sun.
No battles fought, no wars to beat none to nowhere,
the leaves keep falling on, dancing to some song the wind tunes.

Sparrows keep chiming under the spring sun,
random beats of the heart rhyme the colors of fun.
Beats on the road, the foot on a song of its own,
on the road to lands of elven blue,
I keep forgetting the sign boards in the hum of a song.

The stars appear and disappear like a blink,
all the white fluffy clouds reappear around the brink of my eye.
the sky clears her off the dark rain clouds,
water drips on, wetting the heart in waves of joy.

Reasons come and go in the flicker of the wind,
golden sands glitter bright under the shade in the snow.
Plans made and unmade on the road as I go,
the sky rains stardust on me as I go.

Skies of paradise,
shades of every desires and dreams,
the sun in brilliant shades of life,
I walk on under the skies of paradise.

The wind puts up a dance on the meadows and the greens,
a laughter runs amok in the forest as the birds chirp around.
Elven tongue renders a song, as the swan goes about her preen,
I walk in wonder among the pines and trees,
taken in the brilliance unbound,
I walk forever in Eden under the skies of paradise.

sparrows on a telephone pole,
watching on as the world goes by.
shadows on the ground,
mocking the legs as they walk by.

sparrows in the sky,
making pyramids as they fly.
shadows under the sun,
kissing the ground always as graze on.

life's a half made preview of a movie show,
most people climb the stairs to the nowhere that they go.
The happy go lucky, called useless for the way they go,
have the last laugh, making a joke of everyday as it goes.

I got to get the windows open,
pull down the sheets and let the sun thro.
Got to undo the knots of my life,
find a pair of shoes and a song to whistle to.

Wake up before the alarm crows,
wake up and see the moon say good bye and go.
See the sun coming up really small and slow,
play with the snails and stones on the road as I go.

Echoes in my head,
rhyme with bittersweet symphonies.
The stains in the clouds above,
hide my tears from coming through.

I hide my heart, in shadows of the past,
the mirror in the wall, reflect the ghosts that live in me.
I can't run from the holds of thoughts filled with she,
I keep rewinding on the sadder times of me.

Can I be the first light in the morn,
can I swing from one cloud to another?
Can I be the joker in a play,
can I live laughing all the way?

Can I keep the stars in my purse,
have little suns for night bulbs over my bed?
Can I fly like superman ,over everyone's head?
Can I fly among the clouds, cotton candies of snow,
Can I make the world my home, forget the past in the tune of a song?

Is it a face I'm looking for,
is it the sky that grows dark or the night closing in on me?
Is it to home that I keep wandering to,
or on the road away from home that I keep walking on?

Is it love I am looking for?
or is it love I keep running away from?
Is it me crying under the clouds so high,
or is it the raining washing down from the sky?
Is it the end of the life that I keep holding on to?
Is it the start of a new dawn that the sun leads me to?
Is it the last winters of a life lived so long,
Is it the start of a warm summer, but with you forever gone?

Popping songs on the radio as we go on,
the car hums a song loud on the road.
The signboard saying "go slow" get lost sooner than they come,
the sands whizz faster than oncoming honks through the window.

The heart pounds along to the song on the radio,
the wheels go on unhindered on empty roads.
Coming signboards point to different worlds,
the flags of free spirit fly high, unfurled, on the road we go.

A lotus of a million petals,
bloom in the middle of a lake, all alone.
Like god put a smile on a desert's face,
she blooms all alone, in a pond that she calls her own.

A sea with a million pearls,
all burning the sea blue bright.
The clouds clear way for her sparkling light,
the sea with a million pearls,
brighter than the million stars in the night.

The sun with the million rays,
slowly break the dark with daylight.
The light lives up the lotus with a million petals,
sets the million pearls burn bright with light.

The world begins, with me and you,
in the haste of the world, we forget what we are.
The highs and lows, pulling us along its flow,
time makes no sense when all that's worth living is gone.

Rushing along through, in the hurry to survive,
we make haste, forgetting the miracles in front of our eyes.
The million stars looking down on us,
we fill in a universe, between me and you.

My heart, broken like earthen pots,
I still wonder what I am waiting for.
I see the world through the looking glass,
the mirror stares at me back with red crying eyes.

Under the roof of the world,
I sit on the shore, waiting all along.
Time passes by me, as the waves beat on,
I still wonder why I am still looking for.
I wish the clock on the wall made some sense,
wish I knew what I keep looking for.
In a lifetime of unending beauty and calm,
I keep forgetting what I am looking for.

fireflies in the dark,
shining on through paths of glowing yellow.
Glowing lines that start nowhere,
beautiful sparks fly around in random arcs everywhere.

The ground and the sky all same in the dark,
oh firefly, from where did you get your spark?
I wait for light with open eyes,
all I see are fireflies in the dark.

I stare at the stars , into the black void so high,
the air fills up my lung as I choke on emotions that were yours.
There's a sky, deep in my heart,
filled with wonders and dreams that were always yours.

How do i go on,
from mountain tops to the sea beyond?
with only the shadows of you to guide me through,
every breath of me hangs onto the memories of you.

There never was a day, with no sense of you by my side;
there never was a second that passed, without you deep in my heart.
Desires keep ripping out the feelings of the past,
I keep staring at the stars, twinkling like eyes of yours.

The days begins with the light needling through the curtains,
I breathe in the hundred scents of an unborn day.
Life is a painting in bright golden frames,
in every second, a million possibilities that make a life are made.

All is not lost, not all victories are from battles fought,
life is a once in a lifetime event,
live, for the glory of the sun and the stars,
live , for the simple reason that you are alive so far.

Maybe I'm the only one who knows,
the sea and the sky are all shades of blue.
Maybe I'm the only one,
who's seen the rainbow and all her hues.
Maybe I'm the only one counting the stars,
Maybe only I know how the daylight starts with the sun.

Maybe the waves sings only to me, her million songs,
Maybe the birds only talk to me as they fly on.
Maybe the sun just shines for me through the clouds so high,
Maybe the silver clouds is sky's way of saying hi!!.

Hunting for words in the rain,
the days keep company on the road as I walk on.
The rains gives away the sky, wetting my feet on the go,
entrenched in the world around me, I find it hard to let it all go.

A bee,lost from its friends cries in its hum ,
taking blame for the flowers not bloomed under the sun.
Letting go is harder than I thought,
like giving up on everything you forever fought.

Waiting for my train as the clock ticks on,
I keep counting the seconds uselessly gone.
Screaming out my lungs to empty sounds,
it hurts all the more when I let it all go.

The moon talks to me about a feeling,
glittering stars sing in the background night.
Everything glitters in bright light of the night,
the moon keeps on whispering, about a dream tonight.

Gravity pulls me down,as my dreams fly high,
dividing and multiplying my hopes in a million folds,
I keep wondering where the sun is gone.

The world's turned upside down in my head,
the rain falls upwards to the sky below.
The moon keeps talking to me about her shine, as she goes,
the night sky keeps singing to me as they fade slowly to coming sun.

I'm alone tonight,
with only the ghosts of my making and their light.
welcome to tonight, faint gleams of dying light,
its time to lay my pain to rest, tonight.

Beyond the setting sun,
where the moonshine is blinded by the stars,
I'll be sitting like a king on his throne,
I'll wash my feet by the sea, on the shores.

In a land of golden sands,
fragile dreams stand on like castles of stone.
We are built of broken hopes,
miracles make up our lives as we go.

Time shall flow by my whims,
we are the rulers of our own dreams.
Bound by no man, no sin,
we shall lay calm, along the waves on the shore.

Am I burning out again,
am i all alone in a world of my own?
falling snow makes my fingers numb,
has the end of my sunshine truly come?

Have the wounds cut me deeper than my skin,
do I belong into the pieces of the life I live?
are the winds wailing for me as they go?
Do I truly know where I belong?

the sand in the clock falls slowly to time,
we are just another grain in the flow past its prime.
Is this what they call life,
discontent frames of moving lives.

Fingers of accusations points on through,
like broken glass, that cut you soul through.
Did you wait for a day like this,
when the roses bloomed, happiness lied in the folds of a kiss.

Am I broken like the shards of glass?
whats left of me, mere reflections of my past.
The day comes to me with morning light,
I pray the wings of my dreams soon take flight.
At the end ,its all a battle or strife,
Is this what they truly call life?

Lying is so easy,
the circles of sin keep flowing on.
addicted lives scares the shit out,
everyone keeps a diary of their own sins.

everybody lives a Ceaser's life,
everybody gets stabbed in the back with brutus' knife.
greed throws morals out of the window,
like blind following the blind, to pits of tartarus all go.

Days of eden, long ago gone;
strands of evil, binding everyone forever here.

Happiness lies in pictures of you,
a painting long gone, shredded in the sands of time.
A face I know, long gone, long lost;
tears dry my eyes, failures cloud my sky.
Empty hearts fill the streets in the day,
when will I walk back on beautiful grass,
how long before the days of eden come back?

Rainbows in the sky, up so high,
is it your colors, the seven from heaven,
that make you rhyme with nothing ever?
Everyone walks along, all see you up above,
the drops rain and fall, you live and die,
starting at the nowhere that you end too;
you always start with violets and end in red hues.

rainbows in the sky, do you see the shades of you,
does the sky mirror you before you die?
With the shades of blue caught in middle of you,
oh rainbow, how beautifully you glitter and die.

I keep wishing, I keep singing;
words keep floating around in my head.
I lay smiling, laughing all along,
the sun kisses a goodbye as he passes on along.

Where does the sun go sinking,
bringing a new day always along?
Can I tell the stars from one another without blinking ever?
as I sleep under the moon with the grass for a bed.

Will the time stop running madly,
do i know every face that's come and gone?
Do the shadows see the masters walking in front headlong,
does the sun know its been sinking into the sea, everyday alone.

I'm sailing off to wonderland,
with white golden feathers under my feet,
I keep running to the rainbows on the horizon,
I keep looking for the signboard to wonderland.


I take lefts and I take rights,
on the road before, on the forks ahead,
I follow my heart at the crossroads,
hitching a ride with lady destiny all along,
I keep going onto the road to wonderland.

If you let me,
I'll show you the picture in my head.
Pretty flowers floating around in the sky,
the air smells of cotton candies and violet flowers.

My ears hear a hum all the while,
your name sounds like a blue giggling sky.
The rain lays besides me in flakes of snow,
the wind fills up the void of my footsteps in the sands as as I go.

Way beyond the forgetting faces,
in a land where smiles are no more condescending;
happy faces glitter under the sun and moon shine,
I think I'm wandering around in the realms of my dreams.

Built on sands of every color, trinkets in the air sing on through,
the sea runs wild, in her bed of swell.
the night comes with a song on her lips,
I steer my life in the depths of a sea I know too well.
the sky showers in the radiance of her blue,
no storm to leave her sliver clouds in strands of angry blue.

Take up the flowers as you walk along,
hide the stony path underneath in its scents and hues.
Rainbows of static chaos, rivers of a million drops,
a painting in motion around, the beauty runs my tears dry.

Unfolding me, in the warm fondling sun,
I breathe the air again, first gasps of a baby step.

Lost,in the cacophony of the world,
I think I make-break the days of my coming life.
Walking up, with nothing to hold on to,
I lead on the path of my life,
I breathe on under the rays of the fondling sun.

I smell the autumn wash away on the ocean shore,
seen about the forest trees, the fallen greens turn burning yellow.

People run from home and back, never seeing the sun pass by,
distinct sounds of the falling leaves, lost in the chaos of the feet.
the waves and the sea shimmer on in the rain,
all the beauty of the day left to glitter in the sands and the grain.

Valleys of neptune, right where I left you,
broken track on the radio, rewinding is all you've got to do.
broken guitar riffs sing the same three and a half notes,
the grown ups keep repeating the same stupid quotes.


Broken radio on the shelf,
do you ever sing another song?
have you ever heard another song sung along,
will you ever make the valleys of neptune be long gone?



***- valleys of neptune-Jimi Hendrix

swinging the arms as I go by,
not caring at all the eyes looking by.
The short and the tall, all in their flat worlds,
I keep running in circles, in a world so flat.

I see people I've seen before,
I frown at faces I never wanna see anymore.
My mind rolls along with the waves to the horizon,
only to send the dolphins back and say the world's flat as it goes on.

At winter's death,only the rain to come say goodbye,
frozen tears of gone cold, hide and melt under the gaze of the sun.

The green back on the leaves and tress,
a slow salute to the winter's deeds.
When you care, how the days went,
all along with you, half wailing, half smiling;
you hold hands, with coming shine,
telling you its silly secrets as you swing,
in the folds of its warmth, you forget all of you.

A hundred twins in a row,
street lamps blinking to me as I go.
The city flows along through her streets,
alone in her own dreams, she sleeps as the midnight gleams.

The wind sings a song, half asleep in her song,
wanting to be heard, to the happily slept;
she goes on, humming all along.

bread crumbs on the table,
ants make closed paths in straight lines.
I look at the flies fly by,
wandering souls humming for what they are looking for.

Paint brushes, in the sky so far up,
my love in shades of a million colors and hues.
some sweet revenge , some sweet love,
I thought I never did lose you, never stand at the horizon all alone.

All burnt out, under my red blood sky,
I wish to forget the words of care that burn my eyes.
I paid you all heed I ever could,
you fed my heart all the desires that you should;
I stand alone, making promises in the rain,
i fall on my knees, praying you were my touchwood.

Blame the heaven and stars for what you are,
never ever look back and stare what you could have been from what you are.
Everybody learns a thing or two so far along,
everybody breaks a bone or two reaching so alone so long.

I was never one to trust the world and its hues,
swinging from one morality to another like monkeys from trees;
we swing our foot on the stone only to hurt the foot,
true bliss is under the sky,eyes closed as your hair dances to the breeze.

satellites circle in onion rings,
the wise happily fool around like pigs.
If i had a million, i would rain it all away,
the cats on the window don't ever care.

Fat little people make the world smaller,
wish the sad dumb people took the world a joke.
the crows on the telephone poles paint the sky black,
the losers on the street wish they had the lost time back.

Come rain, come shine,
let the old song be sung again.
thro new moons and the dark skies,
wait till morn for the golden skies.

The wind strides ,slow in the dark;
the wolfs howl, much past the time of the dawn.
Redemption taunts the heart to its grave,
the mind pays for how the heart behaves.

My rainbows,keep shining through,
the clouds and sky, a mirror of blue.
my scrambled heart, a bowl of wonderful you,
its magical, the way the rain looks me through.

heavy heart and a heavy foot,
no one tells me what I'm supposed to do.
The mists, blurs of you,
the eagles up in the sky, hunt the path on for me.
I return to see, what I was with you,
to places of glee, there's so much love for what I find.

This is a song, of open hearts,
of thoughts of you, racing through.
my veins throbs on,rustling on,
the air better come, keep me going on.

I like the way you do,
paint my horizon in shades of blue.
I like the way you see,
as I slowly lose my way into the sea.
I like the way you sing,
in the court of my little island dreams,
where i rule as eternity's king.
I like the way you fly,
in the realms of my mind, watching the sands fly by.
I like the way I lose,
in the scent of you , forever footloose.

You are all that stands between me and my fall,
you are the reason I float under the skies.
You are my mornings under the clouds,
you fall among the rain,in the glittering pearls of dew.
you are the painful days of gone yesterdays,
you are me, for now and for ever.

When I wake in the morning,
I lay you to sleep in my dreams.
I write songs that starts with "you",
It's sad the way the pen ends up all alone,
when they rhyme no more with you.

If I could erase my memories clean,
thoughts of you will be all that I have left to be seen.
I ride the bicycle across the town in the rain,
on the sandy beaches, naked feet floating along the sand;
I lay all day painting pictures of you in the grain.

If only I could draw the sun,
would I shade it in another color ;
will I make the sky glow in shades of you for ever?

If I could rain the moonshine,
will I let the night be painted in dark?
Will I shade it in hues of blue,
will I let the rain drizzle in drops of you?

If only I could change my mind,
forget the tears that freeze my mirrors blind.
hear the chimes ring another song,
coz the days long cursed have finally gone.

If only I could make the sands fly,
only if under the stars,undisturbed along you I could lie;
if only the whites were a different shade from the snow,
Never would I have let the memories go.
slowly along the drain of life,to nowhere as we flow,
unknown, onto the jaws of death, like hermits we go.

If only I could fly with no wings,
with dreams pillon the heart,
egos walk like kings.
I hover by graves, among fallen leaves;
I walk on and on blind,
as the horizons of life turn unkind.

shadows of the sun fly past,
shades of moving light tear apart the open skies,
the light scars the clouds in strands of silver lines.

Windows peek into yesterdays,
the winds long gone blow on the greens again.
The bright sun and golden rains recess back into my dreams,
thoughts grow back into the nothing they came from,
I watch the clock rewind in circles, as the birds fly above.

Out of window panes in the rain,
I wet my hands under the sky in drops of you.
The clouds with their silver lining floating high above,
seems like strands of golden hair that I closed my eyes to.


I dance in my head to songs of you,
float under the milky way with the stars and you.
I cry unseen to the flower and the wind,
under the yellow showers of sun's falling light;
my tears hide along the pouring rain,
and I close my eyes, drenching in drops of you.

where did the rain go?
now its just me all alone by the window.
Will the sun come again the next day,
and roll over the clouds or just let them cry again?

Should I shut out the wind,
so cold and so little care,
blowing over grass and sheep alike;
is it afraid to let its feet feel,
the ground that grows beneath, so green.

all my light sinks back into you,
the world walls around like closed corridors.
call out to the times that passed,
a river of memories flow along no lines of there own.

window panes talk out thro the wind between the curtains,
I am scattered in the world outside.
I have seen no one in the mirror for too long,
I roam around looking for nobody no more.

There's the greens and the blue,
and then in my head, there's you.
Random walks on the beach shore sand,
the ebb and the waves, come and leave unplanned.

In walking on along, some fictional graze,
angels without wings keep pace , unseen and unfazed.
Flashes of tomorrow brighten today,
the torch of yesterdays lead on the road, flickering but ever on.

Wishing my dreams to the shooting stars,
all pains fade as I fall fast asleep.
Images of you and cotton candies under the tree,
I wish the old times would come back to me.

Everyday, lived the same way,
worn out eyes, a picture not new;
somehow, the mirror welcomes me new,
like a boy in the park after so long.

The pictures in my wallet, of times gone by,
moments spent together that so soon flew by.
If one morning the time stood still,
the wind so still, I'll not know what to do,
with the memories I keep, of you and me and the dew.

Early morning rain, born of dew in the sun,
never meant to be half dropped on the grass,
between the shades of blue and green,
a drop is born and dead.

Dials on a clock, falling in circles,
behind one's own shadows, winding their life on the dial.
an eternity lived in the space of a circle,
it stays still as the time flies by,
all the brilliance of life lost in the sands of eternity, unseen.

The God of man, made of bricks and bones,
clothed in gold, he bathes in a river of blood.
The fate of man, in the hands of God,
life and death, weighed in measures of gold.

Dreams and hopes of a paradise to be gained,
all prayers and cries of the mothers' in vain.
God bless himself, from the guile of man,
for a day shall dawn when sinners shall burn.

Morning light, all glory;
its cold without you in the summer sun.
I stand , all lonely facing the wind,
the tears glitters like water in sparkling sun.
Rain in midnight moon, drenches the cold in me,
its taken years to be here,
I have had the air to thank for the empty hugs.

Rain, its life falling at you in a million drops,
today is just a page read and forgotten.
I wish I would find you through,
but you hide in between the shades of me.
Tomorrow, I'm left with searching for me,
in the maze of mirrors that reflect my yesterdays.

We were pieces of puzzle that don't fit,
In the space between you and me,
a whole universe has come to be.

Words that were never meant were spoken,
brittle kingdoms within our hearts were broken.
Caught in old times like a broken dial,
we are fallen and lost in the universe,
a life lived and forgotten, between you and me.

Snow time is no time,
to look for answers and broken dreams.
Your mind dances like a puddle in the rain,
caught back and forth between its own desires.

Today, nothing shall change,
the bird on the telephone pole shall sing her song.
I walk naked on the snow, my feet frozen in your memory,
feelings I never felt flushes away the pain,
I am just a broken song, played again and again on the radio.

All the birds that you see, all figments of your dreams,
the tin heads talk to you in languages of their own.
You nod like you know and smile at all,
but only you know you care nothing at all.

The sky overhead, all in colors of your soul,
the angels hover by you, making merry as you go.
The wind blows the grass in a dance as you go on a stroll,
only you know you don't truly care at all.