Originally written on 26/05/2005.

Hum khud ko ek raat, phir yuhi ek baar, bhool gaye.
Aap nahin to aap ka yaad dilaana hi phir bhool gaye.

Ab to yeh bedaad-e-yaad waqt ke saath sehte sehte,
Khud se daad-e-dard ki umeed-e-intizaar bhool gaye.

Kabhi dhoond te the hum bhi ma'anee apni wajood me,
Lekin raat hui to wajood ka ma'ana hi ab bhool gaye.

Chale the hum na jaane kaha apni ehatimaam-e-yaad ko.
Is ehsaas ne humme roka ke hum gham-e-gharaz bhool gaye.

Humare baat karne par karte hain humare jeene ki tasali.
Koi toh samjhaye ke jeete jeete hum jeena bhool gaye.

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One night, once again, I’ve forgotten myself.
You’re not here so I’ve even forgotten your reminders.

Now after putting up with this injustice of memory, over time
I’ve forgotten to wait for the hope of a justice of sorrow, from myself.

Once I used to search for meanings within my identity
But now when night falls, I’ve forgotten the very meaning of my identity.

I don’t know where I was going to sort out my memories,
But this realisation stopped me that I’ve forgotten the very purpose of my sorrow.

By talking about me, they assure themselves that I am alive.
Somebody explain to them that even though I’m alive, I’ve forgotten how to live.

I wonder why I think of nothing when I am travelling...
I hear voices of people, but no sounds of my own.
No whisper, breath or heartbeat sounds,
I only dream..A dream made out of icy clouds.
And there is, I hear voice of a little girl

Nan! Nan!
Knock knock!
Who's there?
Banana
Banana who?
Banana peel
Daad!
Knock knock!
Who's there?
Doctor
Doctor who?
You said it...

She kept making these silly jokes and even I smiled as I heard them...
She kept asking her parents and nan to answer her 'knock in the door'.
She reminded me of someone,
As she kept annoying them more.
I blocked out for quite a while staring somewhere far,
She reminded me of someone...
I guess once I was just like her...
I was just like that girl you heard,
I was this, little, silly kid
Making jokes, laughing all day long.
Blurry face with no care at all.

What about now? Would you like to know?
I am buried now, buried in routine...
Every day's the same, passing by so fast
Yesterday was spring,
And today is gone...

What about now? You don't want to know...
You are growing old, missing out youth
Yesterday was warm, but today is snow
Every year's the same,
It fades out slow....

Letting the entertainers know
we are all night to participate in a little show
la dee daad eed addad ddad
make waves and take another templatate, yours is here, is it lost yeT?
dadadadadadhahdhaha
make we sing your favorite turnes, I won’t pass judgment by you
la deee dadadad dee daw
they knew you for a second, but now its gone and over
magical little msysterioes, I ca’t begin to tak ebhte first step towards majesty, charisma, adultry, fantasy, calligraphy, oceanography, the study of maps and languages blah deee dee blah blkah
good ideas that start off good **** then don’t follow through the bullet of the gun barrrelll very well
youy’re on a tight stretch, a little mystery, you missed your mating call, granted you are tall and this situation is impossible, make your grave while you stand, take a shotgun to the head, the few applause, they were a couple in front and they really meant it, take it with an upper lip you twit
what was it that I was even saying?

Ik heb zelf niemand verloren.
Waarom heeft hij te klagen,
zal je vragen. Wel, ik wil luisteren
zodat een ander jouw verhaal kan horen.
Van mij mag jij dat roepen zo hard je zelf wil
of lichtjes in mijn oren fluisteren.

Ik voel dan met je mee, ik wil dat samen dragen.
Daarmee dat het soms, in fracties van, begint te knagen.

Ik weet dat dat niet echt hetzelfde is,
zo simpel is dat zeker niet.
Daarom, echter, dicht ik toe.
Meer dan dat kan ik niet geven,
Ik hoop dat ik zo voor iemand anders,
misschien één mensenleven,
toch iets goed doe.

Om het onbreekbare te breken,
dagen die zo vastgelopen leken
opnieuw te bewandelen.
Om onderweg ongeziene dorst te laken en
zo hopelijk sommige zaken
terug los te kunnen maken.

Om het ongeziene op te merken,
samen te zien en weg te werken,
weerspannige stroefjes
of kale plekken te doen verdwijnen,
in losse proefjes en of strakke lijnen.

Als ik maar ergens helpen kan
dan mag je dat aan mij vertellen.
Misschien kunnen we het onheil vellen
of ermee leren leven.
Meer dan dat kan ik niet geven.

Voor mij is dat het waardevolste wat er bestaat,
elke dag een goede daad.
Zo wil ik laten begrijpen
dat jij altijd in mijn hand mag knijpen
wanneer de pijn weer toeslaat.

Ik wil helpen dragen,
in deze vorm, geschreven,
want meer dan dat
kan ik niet geven.

In the trial of the tree that leaves a trail that uses fate as bait
We pledge to be all we can be in truth and divine wisdom
In the test that serves as an exemplary guiding game, we vow to be the testament
What is a sol-dier if he does not respect the children of the sun?
A lost being who will never know what it means to earn and pursue the value of life upheld by non-malicious merit
For this reason those who have not trailed the branches and webbing of the trail will be followed by peril and doom as they bow to the limited serpentine doctrine that is a thief of hope

What do we give to the world if all we do is **** it and be thankful of the plastic barbie dolls that are bred forth?
For this reason races will continue to perish because the crowner has constantly been about who makes it rain rather than who makes it snow in our hearts
They stand high on pulpits and altars but they imprison minds because it sustains their god-hood
They fear what the truth  can do
So they trap souls and colonise minds to perpetuate a self-serving dogma

War fills up their appetites, I vow to make them feel bloated until they cannot walk
Lust feeds their banal minds, I vow to starve myself until I find a deserved flower that has reached fruition
Chaos maintains the matrix they have orchestrated, I vow to be the music that corners them into destructive calmness
And when death finally stares at me I vow to laugh like I am about to take my first breath
For this reason we Sol dad to be daad so the child can know peace and not be raised in a house of wrath

Having found the pictures moving in and out of time in the heavens
I promise to deliver a system that will enable each man, woman  and child to be free and good because of the works they have put into the world and as the debate goes: so they are not taxed to death
With the elemental fusion from the twin sun I vow to break the prison of debt, but not before I break my own prisons

See we are all doing time, one way or another
Trading thoughts and emotions, deeds and manifestations
And in the end we transform into a creed
We decide what that creed is, not some superhero or some star from afar
It's a sacred choice we make, whether we are invited into it or forced into a corner to choose
As life is in our hands
Are we sincere and honest enough to first wipe off our own sediments before we point fingers and play the blame game
Perhaps once we are over our own faults and those of others then we can begin to learn the love language
Learn to forgive ourselves and others
Maybe then races from above and below, from afar and from close proximity; will begin to reign free in their utmost purity
Reigning as souls and then we can do the honour of planting the treasures back into the earth, when we live, when we love, when we garden.