across the street

I saw you standing across the street
Looking confused and baffled
We have walked quite a few distances together
You loved walking and I loved to hold your hand
And when you talked it was like sunshine would flood into my world
I looked at you standing at the intersection tucking a wayward strand as it caught air
I can walk again with you as long as you will let me hold your hand
With you by my side I could walk to the end of the world
I look in your eyes and I fear nothing now
Death perhaps can only take you away from me
I look back at you and you look sad
There are tears in your eyes and people all around
And there is blood on the street.

i am what i am

I seen people usually are wary of recluses and they are very quick on their part to label them as anti social. I just can’t see why they can’t accept someone the way he is. Why they have to brand people who do fail to live up to the criterion that they have defined for themselves? They are so prejudiced and so vengeful that you give them a chance and they will start pointing all your fallacies to you. I am a recluse and yes I love being invisible and familiarity kind of gives me jitters but that in no way means that I don’t l am responsible for whatever wrong that exists in the society. I can’t stand to praise people when they actually look or behave horrendously. I prefer living my life with the choices that I make and to adumbrating my actions to anyone is completely out of question because simply I am not answerable to them. They can very well go to live in hell and I am least concerned because I believe everyone is permitted to live a life as he may deem fit and why the hell shall I be bothered.
I have seen people are easily convinced by the exterior cape that we all keep on wearing. We are expected to be nice to people when actually our hearts are filled with malice and we are supposed to be hiding all the unpleasantries under the wrap. We supposed to be like all nice and warm and good to people but why can’t we show people how we truly feel and why shall we hide behind the curtains of good demeanor? I am not saying that I am mean or I derive pleasure by hurting people, I am just what I am. I believe in being good to people whom I am really close or whom I really like but people whom I have no liking with I don’t give a damn. I am like to be with people whom I really like and people whom I don’t like I believe in letting them know of my true feelings. I like to move on and I hate getting stuck so all those whom I have left behind I bud them good riddance. If all this means that I am egocentric then yes I am and I am not going to seek your approval for that.

i don't want to leave you tonight

I tasted the poison and it felt like life
I have walked across the fire just to be with you tonight
I don’t want this night to end
I don’t want you to leave my side
I have ran across the ocean just to be with you tonight
I want to lie beside you
And watch the stars as they shoot across the sky
Don’t let the world stop you
Don’t let the moment go by
Hold me strong in your arms now
Because I don’t want to lose you tonight
I have fought quite a losing battle
For the world will not understand
What I have for you is love
And to make it up to you I will do whatever I can
It’s like heaven when you are with me and I never felt this alive
You could leave my hand and walk back
And I would understand
But if only you would let me
Look you once more deep in your eyes
For I know you have loved me
And I don’t want to leave you tonight.

if it rains

If it rains
Clouds would not be the one to bleed alone tonight
You have always loved the rain
I remember the way you used to jump in puddles and splash water
Rain always lend your eyes a glint of mischief
Rain made you wild
I remember the moments when we walked through the rain
Holding each other’s hand
You always loved the rain and I loved you
I remember the last time when we met
It was raining that day
I walked four blocks in the rain to get you the carnations that you loved
I saw you standing, all drenched up
There was rain in your hairs and you looked sad
There was no mischief in your eyes and the water on your cheeks wasn’t raindrops
It was tears
I looked at you and you outstretched your palm to hand me back the ring I have given you
I don’t remember what you said nor do I remember the reasons that you gave me
But I do remember the carnations
As they changed their color to muddy brown from white lying there in the puddle
And I remember watching you go as your silhouette faded with the rain
I sat there for a long time trying to recollect whatever there was to
And that day it was not the clouds that only wept
It was me who cried them.
It hasn’t rained since then but the clouds have returned
And I sit here watching them unroll
Waiting for the rain to come down and wash away my tears.

finding neverland

I was thinking sitting here in my bedroom with my laptop dangling precariously at the edge of my bed that what really goes inside the heads of people as we talk with them. I just had this thought when my girlfriend was breathing those sweet nothings down my neck and I was like thinking about finding a plausible explanation that would guarantee my escape from there. I don’t know but I guess we all of at some instance wanted to get into someone else’s mind just to see what goes in there. It’s as if the crap that goes around in our head isn’t enough to send us into frenzy. But despite of all this I would really like see what people actually mean when they are actually talking to me. One thing for sure each of us would really like to get into the minds of all those females who have had us dancing on their whims. It would be nice to actually know for a change what their no’s means. I really would like to get into the thoughts of all those eyes which are like following me from across the room just to see if they were really undressing me with their looks or they were actually ridiculing me for god know what reasons. But I don’t get one thing how come all these girls could actually read our thoughts, how could it be that they know what are we going to say to them even before that thought actually hits our minds or how could they know perfectly what to say and when and silence us with the brilliance of their arguments. I don’t know but they are like so correct at almost everything they do, be it fashion or opinion or advice about relationships. I just can’t comprehend how can they just look at a guy and tell if he is a complete jerk or otherwise. I love the way the make us go around them, making us do things we otherwise won’t do. They are like the best companions you could probably have and they will stick with you irrespective of adversities that life throws on you. I am not that old to actually offer any advice but believe me whenever you find one like her, please don’t ever let go of her. She could be a friend to whom you could open your heart to, or a girlfriend with whom you could probably think of spending your life with, she could be your mother or your sister or may be perhaps your aunt.
As for understanding what goes inside their heads you either go through all that Mars and Venus crap or like me wait for evolution to endow us with special powers.

you have it in you to pull it through

Sometimes you couldn’t sleep
With so many things playing on your mind
The life that you wished but haven’t defined
So many choices you have to clarify
And commitments you have to stand by
It’s never been easy to walk alone
With the burdens and expectations pulling you down
Whenever you close your eyes you realize
Life is not as easy as it seems like
But you are strong enough to pull it through
Just keep your head up and let the world see
Your are not a failure that they thought of you to be

it was never easy

Sometime you lie awake in your bed
Thinking of the words you shouldn’t have said
And lots of hearts that you could have mend
The mistakes that you shouldn’t have made
Wishing that your life lets you walk some other way
You bury your face deep in the pillow
So that no one hears your wails
You wish to be alone for you want to cry
Your voice is down and your throat is parched
But you don’t want give up on the past
It was never easy to walk along the line that you walked
Treading between being in love and being lost
You look up at the sky and you see those clouds
You think of rain and you are filled with doubts
You are drenched and emotions are profound
You want to move but you feel like stuck to ground
Things will be better once you move along with your life
For what happened was something which you yourself defined.

i saw you standing across the street

I saw you standing across the street
Looking confused and baffled
We have walked quite a few distances together
You loved walking and I loved to hold your hand
And when you talked it was like sunshine would flood into my world
I looked at you standing at the intersection tucking a wayward strand as it caught air
I can walk again with you as long as you will let me hold your hand
With you by my side I could walk to the end of the world
I look in your eyes and I fear nothing now
Death perhaps can only take you away from me
I look back at you and you look sad
There are tears in your eyes and people all around
And there is blood on the street.

if it rains

If it rains
Clouds would not be the one to bleed alone tonight
You have always loved the rain
I remember the way you used to jump in puddles and splash water
Rain always lend your eyes a glint of mischief
Rain made you wild
I remember the moments when we walked through the rain
Holding each other’s hand
You always loved the rain and I loved you
I remember the last time when we met
It was raining that day
I walked four blocks in the rain to get you the carnations that you loved
I saw you standing, all drenched up
There was rain in your hairs and you looked sad
There was no mischief in your eyes and the water on your cheeks wasn’t raindrops
It was tears
I looked at you and you outstretched your palm to hand me back the ring I have given you
I don’t remember what you said nor do I remember the reasons that you gave me
But I do remember the carnations
As they changed their color to muddy brown from white lying there in the puddle
And I remember watching you go as your silhouette faded with the rain
I sat there for a long time trying to recollect whatever there was to
And that day it was not the clouds that only wept
It was me who cried them.
It hasn’t rained since then but the clouds have returned
And I sit here watching them unroll
Waiting for the rain to come down and wash away my tears.