Its the life of others that makes me happy.
My Life,My Life-how can I call you to be
only mine!I exist because everyone does.
The eternal chanting of blissful life
pours everyday on my shoulder.

Oh beautiful Stranger! please stay one more minute
before my eyes get used to your innocent soul and
before my eyes get accustomed to the ordinary distractions
that they see all the time.

Lets go from here,from here to there
from there to somewhere else.
The Call is on,can you hear the Call?
Can you answer your soul?

I've got seven green problems in my pocket,
I've got three halfhearted kiss in my mouth.
Am taking five sheets of paper to scribble
And am heading towards  the South.

My guitar holding my back ,
My sun-glass makes my eyes blue.
Home -I will never be
This is for sure to be true.

I've got some good company with me
And they told me they'll let me be free
They are the eternal Space and Time
As  travelers they can read My mind.

We are going to celebrate the life
with music and a little bit of wine.
My Shangri-la under the autumn sky
will keep changing with the universal time...

You have been living for a long time
How many,how much do you want?

You give the innocent children poison to eat
Your desire can make the EVIL defeat
You cut out the part of your desire from a
living soul,dont you see the torture is too much
even for  heavenly  creatures.

When will you stop,when will you learn..


(trying to write something about recent incident of utter disaster in Bihar,India where school children
were served poisonous food at lunch.Shame on those who could even think of doing something like this)

Walking,upto the hill tonight
with holding your hands so tight
Alone, I see the stars so fade
and with YOU,they seem so bright

The narrow path we walked up on
has lost it's way and suddenly gone
we are alone above the hills now
kissing the mist and waiting for dawn

Now my eyes are closed and you'r breathing low,
a gentle breeze makes it's way too slow.
This possibly my last night on the earth,
and I can refuse all little crux of life to know...

Come ,escape with me,
where head stands high and mind
is without fear and no guilt to see...

Come,escape with me,
we dare  to open the old lost lock
with our newly devised key...

I am here to see the guilt
I am here to taste the colour
I am here to listen the pain
to identify the known killer

We sing the songs from
the oozing arrogant blood
and freshly cut fleshes, to mourn
the thousand people
that have been ripped off from
their lives without any reasons or
any identified faces...

although the time has gone
and the song is over,hope you
will join me in this war against
the pain we  receive forever....

Come,escape with me....

Tonight I will drink from your eyes
to know where your freedom lies

And if my thirst eludes your salty tears
Oh my love, dont have any regrets,we
both have a lot more than just tears
to fill the glass and make it a cheers !!!!!

Scribbling on the pages,I've been waiting for ages
for YOU to come along.
the morning passed by,the sun looks so shy
and I"m trying to figure out what went wrong.

Sometimes you come on the flights of a wet crow
Sometimes with an old song that I used to know
Sometimes in the sixth string on my guitar
In the clouds between the hills,rising from far.

You come, and the moment I realize,you're gone.

My memories get drenched a bit
My hands get shaken a bit and
My thoughts get filled a bit BUT
all I left with YOU being gone.

When the wounds of memories get healed by
the life's new promises of disaster, I called for you.
Waiting for you to respond to this ancient call
which sometimes a lie and sometimes feels so true...