I saw a golden river,
You see it only in dreams
I am no special than you are,
But the river, oh it streams.

In curls where the locks lie,
The unstoppable river slowly strides,
Down the silver mount of hope
Into the chasm it merrily rides.

In the darkest point where ever you are,
It glows with great exuberance,
It shines, it's northern star,
With darkness it summons for a dance.

Its shiny pearls ray on roofs,
Of the deepest parts where you hide,
You've lived a lie, you see that proof?
the truth illuminated by northern lights.

The blissful river brims and swells,
Where you can't reach it, it pardons,
Though it's a dream it may somewhere,
Steal from the gardens,
It may be obscure, hidden behind,
Oh, it steals from my mind.

It was a partial sober bliss,
To seek a heaven on earth but in sleep,
My haze vision was sweetly kissed
And pulled out from the river so deep.

Oh, the river of golden hills,
I'll find you if I have to keep my breath still
Oh, the river of golden hills,
You will forever echo in me with your sweet trills.

Oh the river of golden hills.

Strong emotions huddle into a space called heart
build up so dense are soon ripped apart
the heat drives them to expand too fast
but time dictates slow down they must.

the strong energy the explosion unleash
go on to create stars galaxies
that retreat from one another but oh what a fate
the final fallout is an unsteady state!

There is something about these walls

Which makes me feel elated

It fills the empty halls

Of my mind

It's just so much closely related

To me, it's become a part of me

It's a part of my memory.



Walls are white, blank and emotionless

But these walls are different for me

When I touch it, I hear voices

Of laughter, cries and victory,

Everything that I went through

Now a memory

Trapped inside these empty walls

The bleak, chipped off plastered walls

Are not just made of bricks

They are for me made of thick, thick,

Experiences, gone through so many situations,

It has eyes and ears

And with it a heart so sweet,

And when I place my ear against it,

I could hear it beat.



Yet there are times when we have to leave,

When we have to move away like always,

When after all these joys we have received,

We have to make a different choice.



Away we go from the heart-full being,

Trapping away our memories

In these bleak and empty walls,

We fill our emotions, and without withdrawal,

It seeps away everything,

And keeps away our secrets

Forever with it.



The walls aren't just white bricks,

They are a part of someone's incomplete soul,

We don't know what someone hid,

Under it before they went away,

If you don't believe that walls keep secrets, walls have hearts too,

Then go to them and just try whispering, "Hey."

Somewhere entwined to the behind
Of the branches of life
Lies a little part of my mind
Lost in that busy labyrinth
Where there are several ways
But only one right path to destination.

They say journey is better than destination
But with a destination not determined,
What fun is journey anyway?
So many destinations,
So many paths
Where shall I proceed?
From where do I start?

The branches are too long,
Too much divided for me to reconsider
My path,
Which may or may not hinder
My plans.

I guess I have nowhere to go
I'll just sit right here
I give up, my foe
Named confusion at last wins the race.

I have no idea
How to shape this warped face
Leaking as the tears resurface
The confident eyes, the snapping lips
To reddened eyes and quivering lips.

I have lost all control
I have forgotten how to make a grip
Of all the strings of my puppet's role,
Scattered here and there,
Completely apart from from one another,
Completely biased on being pulled up and unfair
To balance my conscience of everything.

I am lost and afraid
Of loosing myself,
My faith, my everything which I don't have
But will someday
My strings are broken
And I lost my key
Which turned around in my back for me
To actually live my life.

Everything is lost
And all that's left is my soul
Which would break too soon
Which would make my disappearance whole.

Shattered and broken
Hated and messed up
The thoughts are rotten
And everything's twisted
Like my own mind
Let us free there entwined roots
Let the society not be blind.

Blind as we were always,
We tend make promises,
When we hold thy little fingers
In our own grown ones
We tend to break promises
When thy grow as majestic as us
Because we later realise
The society existed and it would be a fuss
If we are rebellious.

Rebels rise from the graves
But they are shut out
From the whole place
Into their underground
Holes, they used to stay in, back to the caves.

They take rebels and make them dig
Dig deeper and deeper trenches
Where they at last put them in
To quench their burning rage.

The society is a messed up place
Full of lies and cheats
Rebels try to shape
But then thy push them into shade
'Cause then for them
Something goes out of shape
For them, shaping is a blasphemy ,
A pure profanity
For their fake divinity.

Society is orderly disordered
A complete pack of sane insanity
Where lunatics rule and sane lives on gruel,
Where united division is taught
Where the strongest of brains forgot
What living is.