Saturday, February 20, 2010

The Bird has Flown


It was a garden, she was a bird

It is a jungle, the bird has flown


It was morning, she was sunshine

It is cold, the sunshine is gone


It was a night, she was a dream

She was the dream

She was the moon

She was the breeze

It is still night

The moon is gone

The breeze is gone

The dream is gone, The dream is gone


I am a land, she was the rain

The clouds are gone

The rain is gone

The bird has flown

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Running on the River


Numerous are the roads, no destinations known

Open are the roads, few milestones known

Strong are the winds,

I am flowing with the winds


Big are the grounds, nobody leaves

Green are the grounds, nobody cares

Cool are the nights,

I am resting in the nights


Numerous are the roads, nothing known

High are the roads, nothing done

Nothing was done, Nothing is done

Nobody left, Nobody stays

Fleeting are the grounds, and

I am standing on the road


Big are the lands, everybody’s lost

High are the lands, everybody’s small

Bright are the wings,

I am following the wings


High are the peaks, nobody slips

Distant are the peaks, nobody stops

Deep are the rivers,

I am running on the river


I am running on the river, peaks are fleeting

I am running on the river, everybody’s leaving

I am running on the river, nothing’s changing


Peaks are fleeting, everybody’s leaving, nothing’s changing, and

I am running on the river


(This song is dedicated to procrastination and callowness of someone-you-know-who that someone-you-know-who has shown over the years in matters of career and education)

Saturday, June 27, 2009

It Always Rains


The sky was clear

The road was broad

But it Rained


The clouds were distant

The agonies were far

But Suddently, It Rained


The clouds, though far, thundered

The roads, though close, went different

And It Rained


It Rained and Rained

Little Johny said ‘I want to Play’

Little Johny urged ‘Go Away’

But It Rained and Rained


The clouds burst out

The roads were drowned

Still it Rains


The roads are gone, a river is in

The bus is gone, boats are in

The boats will be gone, ships will be in

And It will Rain


On the roads, the caravans were connected

In the river, the boats are connected

In the sea, the ships will be connected

It always will be connected as

It always Rains