Monday, February 22, 2010

DeathNote


I'm confused
Should cheap cocaine,few pills do?
With cover on face,hang by rope,should I?
Is drinking the cup of silence,an option?
Or should I shoot myself?

Fear not death, not life either
Tis not weakness,strength it is neither
Wish I could wipe few more tears
But,I'm dead,left all my pain and fears

Blood's all around
As if smeared on a clown
Excuse all the blood,sir
For,they know not
As to what made them spill !

Things went wrong,out of control
And maybe I too
The right to be wrong,I won't regret
For,even if I lived
No more than another lifeless soul

Who cares,if I cease to exist?
Except those
Whose tears I choose not to see
On you,If I made an impact
I'm sorry,I chose to end the strife
Between life and death,and took my life
To me,it seemed an easy way out
Don't mourn for me,shed tears of sorrow
Smile for your better tomorrow,for I'm
Just someone you're better without !

Perhaps,I will soon be forgotten
You too will talk,of a portrait I resembled
Of what I could have been
Sadly enough,you never knew
The part that was me.

How I feel,wish I could say
But then,perhaps the day is not today !

Sunday, February 21, 2010

I

I can't write like you, I wish I could.
Nor the paint in the canvas I can do
You read of great people,their works
You sing,the melancholic tunes
Dance to the tune of air flowing past
Even those things I can't do.
I think
Of the green paddy-fields
The tears in a mother's eyes
See how lost an unemployed father feels
Of a son who failed himself
You say I'm Gothic,trapped in the past
I say I just love the night
The immense hope it portrays
The sun that awaits us with light
The defeat that compels us to fight back !

I sound hollow, I know I do
No matter how well-read you are
Books can't solve problems
Except sometimes, for a cue

With time,things differ
People and situations too
Evil and vain, I mayn't be
Yet,a martyr,for good's sake
To be or not to be,I wonder,I do
And I know you too

Hope high and dream big,I dare not
Tag me cynic,I know you might
With my feet on ground,eyes on the sky
Slowly and steadily I walk
'Cause that's what I have been taught
And that's how I choose to live by