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Prathyam Oinam Jun 2014
Drawn by the power of greed and lust
I dawned unto a me I could not recognize
the earth grew so did my hunger
I became insatiable
when my end came I ran and ran
hear this ballad of a broken man

now I had everything I wished for
but satisfaction still eluded me
the beast inside me wanted more
became a slave of my own desires
when my end came I ran and ran
hear this ballad of a broken man

now death moons over me as I rest
but satisfaction still eluded me
and a wise man spoke
"son you've wasted your life
and your soul died of thirst
while you tended to your greed
your soul forgot to breathe"
and now his end had come
and no more he ran
this was the ballad of a broken man
Prathyam Oinam Jun 2014
Study! Study! Study! cried the mother
your father is working very hard
we have our hopes on you
don't break, we've come so far

The society won't recognize you
with your 60 70 or 80
you'll be left behind
there is no second place in this life

"Dream Big", two words sold by all
seldom are we allowed, these words to buy
not anymore, came out the rebel
we all held inside

Become a doctor or an engineer
get the best white collar job
but I wish you say to me
"son be whatever you want"

Was it my fault to be born as a lion
but made to believe I was a sheep?
the rebel was battered and bruised
brought down by his own from dreaming

All I did was to dream
dream beyond the ordinary
now everything is in vain it seems
what the society taught me is
I dare not to dream!
#heartbreak #dreams
Prathyam Oinam Jun 2014
Her heart was the winter fire
that touched lives as she moved
lucky, I was, to be a part of it
lucky to have had her as my best

As moody as she was, kind
Like paper planes
we often came down
than fly high in the sky

you're in the crowd talking
you hardly look at me now
I wish I could walk up
embrace you in my warm hug

as sweet as she was, bitter
the messages you conveyed
and the pictures help
get through your enternal absence

I've been longing you
your sight, your touch
anyone would be lucky to have her
if she became the way once, she was!

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