Kadam yaadon ke ghere mein
Mera jab bhi kabhi padta
Woh aalam yaad aata tha
Woh aangan yaad aata tha

Woh dopahar mein gulmohar
Pe chadna yaad aata tha
Gulaabon, phal wa phoolon ka
Mehekna yaad aata tha...

Subah koyal ki ku ku ka
Woh shor o gul tha yaad aata
Agasi par tanhayi ka
Woh kona yaad aata tha

Har ek pal ki kahani thi
Woh dastaanon ka har lamha
Us chaukhat ka har ek paththar
Har zarra yaad aata tha

Falak par hi to hota hai
Tasawwur e irum aksar
Sama ki sar Zameen par tha
Jo "Firdaus" yaad aata tha

Padosi ka sulook e khair
Woh rishta yaad aata tha
Padosi ka hi phir hum par
Nishaana yaad aata tha

Woh kaalapan woh sannata
Woh buu e Raakh ka uthna
Mere armanon ke ghar ka
Jalana yaad aata tha

'Ain' ashq ab behta hai to kya
Mita to yeh nahi sakta
Khalish e qalb ka woh pal
Jo aksar yaad aata tha....

"What do you think my brain is made for
Is it just a container for the mind?
That big grey matter."

Lyricism in abundance
Dear Ocean,
Continue your Orange
Haze

Flipping Channel
in Sierra Leone
Only to Start
Thinking About You

Sweet Life is all but in our grasp
We're Super Rich Kids but this isn't Just Money
Pyramids to hold our possessions
We should make sure we use Fertilizer
On the lawn before we go

Crack Rock dear Pilot Jones
Let's get Lost until we see
White skies and Monks
Following a Bad Religion

Forrest Gump will meet
Us at the End
Tell us what life is, Frank,
One more time.

B is Buu eat you!
U is ultimidium a word that means nothing
U is for ultimate, which my power level is.

What is a Nervous Condition?
A condition that will ingulf your life and control your every single thought. Making you feel usless and self-consious...
My nervous condition is constantly feeling inferior and that I'm worthless and a **** up...
I jus' want to be normal. Buu' these voice refuse to let me be...

B is for barbaric when eat your cake
U is for universe which I will soon eat
U is for unique about how fat I am

I'm slowly dying inside
I try to be normal
Not to think about
Death or suicide
Buu' I jus' can't
I really am trying...
Buu' a person can only try so much
And eventually give in

I remember not looking for a place, but a home.
A home in which i wouldnt live in, but feel alive.
If we can say as such im much more the interior architect at heart.
I see the foundation for what it is and if it needs it, i fortify it by all means necessary.
You are my home and im in love with your walls.
You allowed me to cross the threshold of your hearts door….understood that the previous tenants once had keys but youve changed the locks every time they stopped moving you.
I understood that you let your lawn grow freely cause you never thought id pay a visit; ill always look through and into the shattered windows to your soul and ignite your sides with roses.
I remember after i saw the foundation, all of my attention went to the roof; the most imporant part of the home, your dome where everything roams:
The squirrel who only wants a nut.
The flowers you give yourself.
The light as well as the darkness you let in.
How you feel so immensely yet you couldnt help any of it at the time.
Its fine. So i grab my toolbox, park my car and live in within you as i rebuild you.
A haunting.
These walls talk.
I am not frightened. Im grounded in my own spirituality that i can light my blunts with self immolated monks and still kick funk for the **** of it; im enlightened and delighted to work in you with you.
Now….ive cut myself on shattered glass.
Ive fallen through your floors.
I couldnt get doors to open and wouldnt close the ones that kept opening.
I smile and do my work.
I encouraged the dinners by candle or lantern light, just to show you how beautiful you truly are in the darkest and loneliest of times.
I slept on your floors while the ressurection of your heartbeat gave me reassurance that you found out you werent alone.
To me you were an apparition i wanted to know and give peace, to you i was the uninvited looking for thrills.
We saw one another and the possessions again.
Your walls…..neon majin buu vice grips with lips i love to kiss.
Your walls and eternal hallway of life id give my own to live in.
Your walls where we will ultimately hang up family potraits we are creating right now.
I am proud to say i live here now, within and with you.
I see old tenants saying how beautiful you look…..asking about how much work i put in…..how much they missed the memories they had with and within you….wondering if their key still works.
The thing is…..i never got a key and wouldn’t need one.

And although you changed all the locks, you let me in for an eternity.

Ignore me like I don't exist
Its cool
I don't got time to beg for a conversation
Its cool
My life can go on without you speaking to me
Its cool
Buu' don't take it personal when I decide to ignore you too
Be like me and say "Its cool"

Why must I sleep upside down just to wake up right,
At dusk I see sounds just as ghouls come at night,
I'm trying to be immortalized.
And remain with immune from immoral mortal lies,
Ans see the divine with my own 3 mortal eyes,
I just hope all my bonds are covalent,
And my health's in good stock,
I just hope all my thoughts are coherent,
Why I start to feel like the new Tupac
Or like the son of Odin,
Washed clean in frank's ocean,
I walk like thunder but every night ***** every day up.
Everyday I think about the things I gave up.
I think like yo -
What if all my heavy sighs i had to weigh up?
What if I got lost and time forgot to wait up?
Took a hiatus in Hades, what if I never found a way up?
Every night I think like "yo, what if I gave up?"
We wishin on the same stars - just on different nights,
I'm on a mission, same start - we just on different plights.
A lab rat stuck in an elaborate labyrinth,
A wunderkind stuck in his own wonderland,
Wade Wilson with no blades to wander with,
Majin Buu meandering in his mental maze,
Thor with no Mjolnor, no cats to thunder with,
I'm more Marth than Icarus and I made it out the pit.

I read somewhere your dreams don't give a **** about your fears,
Cause sometimes they the same thing,
And that schemes come about from peers,
Cause sometimes they after the same things.
This the type of **** that don't get no hook,
I was filling my lane but life had hit me with the no look,
highly unprepared - I bobbled and fumbled it,
Had to remember my affirmations - I uttered and mumbled it,
It go like:
What happens to the words that you never say?
What happens to the games that people decide not to play?
What happens to the moon in the middle of the day?
What happened to the other 49 shades of Grey?
What happens if Captain Jack never got to parlay?
What if Barbosa never found the 9 pieces of 8?
Or better yet like,
What if Peter Pan never landed?
What if I squeezed the lemons that life had handed?
What if I realized I'm at a disadvantage?
What if I finally admit that I'm damaged?
If you don't heal what hurt you - you bleed on those who didn't cut you.
This important content.
This is a message from my impaired cortex.
This is the imported fears complete with a weird flex.
This the pectoral on my body of work.