The air is toxic, These brown paper bag clouds Clogging up our lungs We wash our ash covered feet But it’s seeped into the bloodstream Trickling down into a much larger lake.
So we take the plunge Swimming in the lake of serotonin We dive down deep and admire the fish, Such bright coloured fish relaxing at such depths. Everything is better down where it’s wetter, But with lungs not gills We all have to come up for air.
We resurface and time has moved on The air is getting thick now And buildings have crumbled. Entire generations of degraded graduates Emerging from the thick mud of the banks of the lake serotonin.
The echo was all around there was violin playing in the background The colour were red , brown and yellow And strong emotions were going in flow The place was candle lit The show was on ,the stage with act Silence and hands ,ready for applause All enamoured by magnificent performance
But in midst ,there was slight mishap Entire drama halts with one mess up And everyone's attentions on the disrupt All the efforts went to waste with the interrupt Everyone forgot the show , and voices rose The enchanted crowd now are indifferent The performance became ordinary from brilliant
A small thing going faulty can make your efforts go awry A small mistakes might makes a big difference A small wrong can undo every rights
She sat by the mainstream area, its ubiquity reminds her of such hunkering for a man's silhouette, stationed and immobile, beside her.
She spun her head, noticing how candidly dull everything, and everyone is. Yet, realizing among it (and them) all, it was her-- the most unfortunate of all.
She felt the solitude, for herself. Reckoning where to go, and what to do. Whether to blame herself, or to curse the world for her miserable mishap.
She needed the prowess, so she picked up that piece of tissue paper to write on. She poured out, disgorged her thoughts. And, on that moment, for once at least, such miserable mishap into a blessing in disguise had transformed to.
I gave you my body My mind and my heart You gave me a lesson a reminder a start I dreamt about you and you dreamt about luck Constantly lying your lies just stuck They stuck to my hair and my eyes and my lips they stuck to my mind Like your hands on my hips I'm wishing for you someone better than me A blonde maybe 2 maybe 3 Guess we'll see