I seek solace in the accompaniment
of the lonely three legged bar stool.
I sit, lean and rest myself upon it
And rely on it, like I never could with you.

I speak with the barkeep,
his words comforting and kind
he leaves to serve others yet returns
he returns like you never did.

I drink spirit after spirit,
as it eases the pain
and keeps me warm
something you can no longer do.

I spent my days
floating
on warm summer breezes,
fluttering
through winter winds,
circling the sacred trees,
and now,
flying
on tattered wings,
I go West,
to die in the shadows
of the setting sun,
free at last.

In the land that bleeds,
Sighs, weeps and screams-
Yet silent, sans vision
Crowned with unspoken dreams,

There lived a hope,
A wish to see the day-
A day not stained with blood,
The one five oceans away.

Paradise on Earth, as they call,
Breathes through nostrils burnt.
Its skin specked with landmines
And not a single soul concerned.

Two Watans, one tug of war-
To drag it in their maps.
Soldiers killed, the innocent blown,
Parched Earth, thirsty taps.

This never-ending show of greed,
Will shatter everything, they say.
So, to Kashmir, tranquility
Is but five oceans away.

Love is a game of cards
Which I play with hands that fumble
While others hide the hearts on their sleeves
I try to speak without it coming out jumbled
I've been dealt a better hand than most
But I have no idea how to play it
I don't even have an adequate poker face
And my cards fall when I attempt a trick

Love is a game of Monopoly
In which I have little to offer
In a world of Rockefeller's and Morgan's
I sit on the side like a wallflower
An infinite cycle of going round and round
And I'm perpetually trying to catch up
But everyone's so far ahead of me
And the whole affair is quite corrupt

Love is a game of chess
In which I will never win
My moves come slow and hesitant
And I am trusting and easy to convince
Playing on a board of black and white
Although the game itself is in shades of grey
Drive me into a corner and call checkmate
Capture my heart then leave and I will never be okay

Love is a game of tug of war
An equilibrium between our ebb and flow
Keep pulling until we're hanging on by but a single thread
While I debate if the glass half empty or full
I'll always be the one loving more
Even when I don't let it show
And I'll be the one who ends up hurt
When you inevitably decide to let go

Love is a night of games in a casino
In a city of temptation and sin
Seal your covenants with a kiss
Sell your soul to the devil with the handsome grin
Make a wish,
And roll the dice,
Remember every rose has its thorns
And when jealousy blossoms, you'll pay the price

Love is a game of Russian Roulette
Which we all play willingly
Just another character flaw,
A human vulnerability
It's no use trying to protect anyone
Luck can save you time and time again
But you can't escape the bullet forever,
And we're all just victims of love in the end

there are still some left
not all beautiful things are lost
a grass flower in windy waft
windowpane's wintry frost.

not all good things are gone with time
like wet leaves in the summer rain
tides and ebbs the seasons' rhymes
the house on the corner lane!

not all sweet things are gone dead sour
like her touch in the cold of night
birds' trills in the morn's first hour
thrill of love at first sight!

there are still left the honey dew
some redress for all our sorrow
not all is lost for you and I
to give up dreaming tomorrow!