You

Oh, it sure is true,
you're my Lil' flower,
have I told you?
How it is to touch,
to breathe what you breathe.
Have I told you?
you're like that rose,
that sprung in June,
like a sweet sweet melody,
that's played in tune.
Push me away,
n I'll hold you tight,
even with my eyes closed,
you're there in my sight.
Have I ever told you?
I've seen places,
and I've seen riches of kings,
but when I see you,
you fill me with joy,
you give me wings.
Have I ever told you?
that you make me feel so young,
darling when you're with me,
and when you grin,
you make me feel like, I'm the one.
I love your lips on mine,
they're just so full of life,
and your dark flowing hair,
how I fall into your eyes.
And when you speak to me,
carrying that sweet,
irresistible scent,
I wanna play with the moon,
just like a kid bounces off a balloon.

You make me real honey,
oh, you really do,
I can't do it without you, baby,
have I ever told you?
To each day I walk to home,
I long for your touch alone,
I wanna be with you, baby,
to be a rock and not to roll.
so I write a song for you,
for what it's worth, what's true,
come forth, comfort me my heart,
touch me, and we'll end up kissing,
coz I'm yours, you're mine,
come on let's get back to the start.

The City Of Heroes

I belong to the city of heroes,
where wind was pleasant, every morning the sun rose,
on the mountain hill God dwelled,
all slept, all  were fed, all was well.


I belong to the city of heroes.


Where everybody stood up,
and hailed the king,
even the Champion of the world,
couldn't knock him down in the ring.


I belong to the city of heroes!


Everyone worked hard,
and got along well,
if that wan't heaven,
then it surely wan't hell!


I belong to the city of heroes!


And one day a snake slithered in,
hissed in anger and pride and it grinned,
and then it was asking for the wealth and the gold,
a demon that was lost, that one who was old.


I belong to the city of heroes!


It yelled at them,
shook their conscience right on spot,
and who didn't wanna be happier,
if only it wasn't for money but the lot!


I belong to the city of heroes!


Blood spilled out from the shower,
a flood which took it all away,
there were brothers wandering out,
who sold their sisters in the gateway.


I belong to the city of heroes!


And the King is crippled now,
his numb feet, a cold belief,
look at the invader wicked,
he has got his position secured,
he is at his relief.


I belong to the city of heroes!


The windows are dusky,
there's a cop getting killed,
if peace was ever born, they say,
wasn't it on this land of filth?


I belong to the city of heroes!


I can't see my home nearby,
can you see your's?
Is it near, is it safe?
I'm not familiar with the streets,
there's too much smoke, it seems fake!


Didn't I belong to the city of heroes,
where all slept, all were fed, all was well!
But this isn't Heaven for sure,
n i'm not sure if it's Hell!


I thought, i belonged to the city of Heroes...

The Shower

She stepped into the shower with a kiss,
n' their robes fell down, down from their hips,
with a burning sensation that drew 'em closer,
a silent mischief that couldn't wait no longer.
He stole the wetness of her lips,
as she swiftly returned the bliss,
away from the concerns of the world,
they grew stronger with those eternal tricks.
He rubbed the lotion with his hands,
the pleasure she gets, she couldn't withstand,
and they broke into a storm, oh that craze,
unable to stop themselves, with nowhere to land.
In his arms she gasped for air in his face,
and he moved gentle with a subtle pace,
lost they were, blood rushed through their veins,
as the water settled down, only the sweat remained.
The peak was no far, when she held him tight,
and he kissed her, her eyes so bright,
her thighs alleviated, his pace slowed down,
and they remained side by side, with that satisfied sight. 

Untitled..

Like a bird flying under the blue dome,
a ship fighting with waves on a storm,
play with your thoughts, let them burst out insane,
scream out your infidelity, burn down your home.

boy, you gotta kill tonight ruthless,
take them down in rage, murdered they unless,
slip out of the cloak, tore it down,
down to the last piece, naked be you, rest they useless.

Look at your hands, they are sore,
your voice shrieking out, that of a whore,
feels like a lifetime since you bathed last,
dive in - search out, something real that you never wore.

There's a beast in the city tonight,
but no one's worried, nobody tries to hide,
they have made him suffer a lot,
they know - this is the day - they have to die!

Kill, kill tonight!
perception be your sight,
walk through the fields of deception,
walk into the rain, on a strange drive.

And there shall be a new day born,
a different smell, a new dawn,
a new start to a tired bloke,
who enjoyed a feast, who murdered a lot!

Let me make a wish tonight,
n' I'll be on my own, I'll be alright,
a wish to the girl standing in blue,
a girl like the music flowing out of a flute.
Imprinted is the day I saw you first,
those silky, dark, summerwined eyes,
all I could do was to look upon and sigh.
Days passed and so did years silently,
you remained all radiant if I remember correctly,
silently you were in here all over my brain,
Oh, I was too shy to speak, I was all vain.
But then the fate turned its route around,
a chance I grabbed or I was endowed,
we became friends overnight,
how cheerful I was, like a child in a merry-go-round.
A snese of pleasant ease in such a way,
like a bright sunny morning in the month of May,
cherished your every smile to the core inside,
kept falling for you, never imagined if ever in this life.
And so is the wish of this everyday bloke not so bright,
to let you make the queen of his heart tonight,
I'll leave after the supper is over,
all I need is a  sign,
and I'll be just fine, I'll be alright.

An Early Morning Rationale..

Sense of Humor is, what I say the best quality of a human being! How well do you connect to a situation and how well do you get the funniest abstract of it!

"LIFE IS FUN"!

The thing is to entertain the mob!

And the mob entertains you!  The life entertains you, but generally it’s the other way round!

A special sense of humor makes it turn around.

I personally compare SOH with Mathematics!

A good maths problem requires sincere attention to the given environment.

So does your humor!

A good Listening skill helps. The more intense you listen, the more you get the idea of conversation and the more you can enjoy it!

Just like a Maths problem! The more you pay attention, the more you understand the problem, the more you get closer to solve it!

A conversation is just like a “Good-Old-Stated-Chemistry’s-Law” which needs very little revision.
What you do while talking is just read the thoughts out, printed there on your memory screen! The same we do with Chemistry!

That’s it!

Just wanted to write this.

Stupid, I know!

LATER...

A Legend That Was...

like a wasted trash he sat down there dried of glee,
thinking how much more worse his life was gonna be,
and there he picked up his guitar and plucked a string,
and a symphony shrieked with pain as if a foreboding.
heavens stood up,
with a fear uncertain,
for the lifeless had cried,
had absence of brain made it insane!
Sanity blew apart in pieces,
all his sufferings he witnessed,
a debt he owed his mother,
the night she died in his arms and whispered.


"Behold the pain my son,
let the burning suns fade before you,
you are the child of a doomed,
let the creator feel the same you".


So shall be done, he professed,
silently as the rage blew the fire,
all the worlds echoed in agony,
The Lord himself with a fear in the eye.
He played on and on and on,
till everything was dead,
every wind was dazed,
for he challenged Gods all amazed.


And then the Ghost rode down to him,
uplifted his guitar and aired,
as if He' himself was the one depressed,
He' himself mourned a mother now dead.
Like a killer He' wanted to destroy,
and a distracted soul there enjoyed,
enjoyed the glum look on Creator's face,
who played consistent, who looked scar-faced.


Fingers bled heavily,
but He' didn't stop,
human He' felt now,
what a mother means He' knew now and lifted his top.
tears began to flow down,
petrified He' was, his face utter dark,
like someone who just got disarmed,
what a symphony, when even the Gods listened to shed in a human's arms!


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