Lasting moments

It is not that I had anything less from that yesterday,
It is just that I wana breath more of it now;
Those moment that passed by,
I just think I wana have more with it now.

All that I miss now, is not because of my yesterday,
It is because of my today, far far away from yesterday;
It is not the bad of yesterday that makes me look back,
It is the good, it makes me look back and say I want more.

Well that yesterday was not so far away from me now,
But is too far away for me to reach to;
All I would ever wana do,
Is just get back there, and may be something more.

It is not that I had anything less from that yesterday,
It is just that I wana breath more of it now;
Those moment that passed by,
I just think I wana have more with it now.

So hey today, here I come!!
Don’t wana miss making this yesterday of tomorrow;
I would slow down and make this moment last,
And do everything to make this a worthy yesterday.

It is not that I had anything less from that yesterday,
It is just that I wana breath more of it now;
Those moment that passed by,
I just think I wana have more of it now.

Days from now, when I look back on this day,
It would be a worthy yesterday, worthy getting back to;
And on that day I wana look back, and may be sing a song,
A song that may ride like this as it goes by.

It is not that I had anything less from that yesterday,
It is just that I wana breath more of it now;
Those moment that passed by,
I just think I wana drink more of it now,
All I think is wana have more of it now.
Ooo this moment is gona last for sometime;
I just think I wana have more of it now.

The guitarist

Oohhhh; he has got some moves, that which is unique,
Moves across the stage with confidence,
Takes the crowd by heart, fills them full,
His motion slow and graceful, sometimes wild and weird.

Yaa baby that’s the way how he does it;
Better watch out and know what its’ all about
He is a guitarist, can take you by storm;
Yes, I bet he knows how to do it, and he does it really well.

Sets the rhythm of the show, makes you move with him,
Sometimes subtitle, sometimes up front,
His fingers glide across the fret, across your mind
Does his quick move from top to bottom, all effortless.

Yaa baby that’s the way how he does it;
Better watch out and know what its’ all about
He is a guitarist, can take you by storm;
Yes, I bet he knows how to do it, and he does it really well.

Stands on the stage in the most intrusive pose,
Makes his style statement, makes the ladies go Ohhh,
Legs apart, Cigarette in his mouth, chains on his neck,
The big buckled belt, fat pointed side locks, laser looks in his eyes.

Yaa baby that’s the way how he does it;
Better watch out and know what its’ all about
He is a guitarist, can take you by storm;
Yes, I bet he knows how to do it, and he does it really well.

The swiftness of his hand makes you go mad,
Makes you imitate what he does on the stage,
You can never know what he might do next,
Each moment keeps you waiting and wanting for more.

Yaa baby that’s the way how he does it;
Better watch out and know what its’ all about
He is a guitarist, can take you by storm;
Yes, I bet he knows how to do it, and he does it really well.

He has got his spell that can mesmerize you,
The tone that can cut through the rest of the music,
Reach you first before all the rest,
And makes you feel the guitar scream with ease.

Yaa baby that’s the way how he does it;
Better watch out and know what its’ all about
He is a guitarist, can take you by storm;
Yes, I bet he knows how to do it, and he does it really well.

Yaa baby that’s the way how he does it;
Better watch out and know what its’ all about
He is a guitarist, can take you by storm;
Yes, I bet he knows how to do it, and he does it really well.

Water for the mustard seeds

There were times when we used to be together,
When we both walked the world, you and me,
When we were friends of a different kind,
When we could assume each other there always.

There are times that I remember when our joy was shared,
The times when we had shoulders for of our sorrows,
Where ever we go we go together,
It was always you and me.

The fights that we had on silly things,
The moments of joy we shared in simplicity,
The love that we grew in,
The care that we exchanged.

Was there a time when you could not trust me?
Was there a time when you were struggling and I not there?
Was there a dream that you had that I didn’t know?
Was there any disconnect that ever separated us?

In times of trouble, the scoundrel is time
When it spins it’s web that you never dreamed of,
How are we to know, where are we to go?
We are mere mortals, in the hands of the clay molder.

The dreaded day came, the story made its twist,
Nothing that we saw before was nothing ever the same,
When I was away, just a hand stretch away,
You went your way, and I had to stay away.

Don’t really know if you called me to help
Don’t really know if you realized your move,
I do remember I saw you on your move,
But never realized, that you are on your move.

And that small move made itself big as life and death,
Caused a trench that not even time can heal,
Vagueness and emptiness surrounds all around me,
Existential nothingness prevents me from you forever more.

Here I am, now chasing the whorl wind,
All set try to make time and tide wait, forever and after
Crossing the same river many times in one life,
Catching words back, after it was spoken many times.

Moments that flash through my eyes, send shivers to my spine,
Coldness that touch me and linger all around me,
I wake up to a new morning, the morning of difference,
The piper plays his tunes, the mortals to dance to.

Consoled by prejudices, convinced by disbelief,
I walk the road again to dream on,
Console me not to and I might turn back,
I walk the road just to dream on.

Autumn

Few leaves on a tree, fluttering in the wind carelessly,
Shining in the sun, soaked by the mist,
Dew drops of cool mist in the air,
Due drops of cool mist all around,
Ruins of a beautiful day in the web of time.

By falls few leaves while others remain,
Falls in to the river, floats away in front of eyes,
I wonder if it autumn around the corner,
Wonder if it is autumn for all leave to fall,
Emptiness and memories that still remains.

Skipping heart beats that wake me up,
Only to find that it was just a dream,
How I wish it was just a dream,
Ooo I wish it was just a dream,
Were those flowers for real or in dream.

Moments that pass by, moments that bring tears to eyes,
All I wish for is the autumn to come,
When all leaves fall by and become dust with the sand,
When all leaves fall by to become dust of the ground,
When it is time for leaves just to fall,
when it is time for leaves, to become dust of the ground.

Trick or treat

Oo my sweet dreams, my hope for tomorrow,
Make me do things hoping for morrow,
Show me the bait for by showing me my morrow,
The trick or treat my bait for tomorrow!!!

It is this that keeps us going and doing,
The light in the eyes that keeps it glowing,
That which makes each day worth living,
That which tricks life worth its living.

The tot who sat by the butcher dreamed killing,
The tot who sat by the alter dreamed preaching,
The tot who sat by the sea dreamed fishing,
The tot who sat by the field dreamed playing.

Oo my sweet dreams, my hope for tomorrow,
Make me do things hoping for morrow,
Show me the bait for by showing me my morrow,
The trick or treat my bait for tomorrow!!!

I know not where they come from and go to
I know that it make us come from and go to
The beauty of the beast in its killing,
The more you taste it the more you want it.

Oo my sweet dreams, my hope for tomorrow,
Make me do things hoping for morrow,
Show me the bait for by showing me my morrow,
The trick or treat my bait for tomorrow!!!

So strong its clutches, so sweet its illusions,
So silent its weapons, so effective its poison,
All that was and all that is
And all that it ever is is just a trick or treat.

Oo my sweet dreams, my hope for morrow,
Make me do things hoping for morrow,
Show me the bait for by showing me my morrow,
The bait that would make me jump for my morrow!!!
Oo my sweet dreams, my hope for tomorrow,
Make me do things hoping for morrow,
Show me the bait for by showing me my morrow,
The trick or treat my bait for tomorrow!!!

The last time

When was the last time you saw a happy face?
When was the last time you lived as if there is no tomorrow?
When was the last time you heard a music that filled your soul?
When was the last time you had a dream that made you think?
When was the last time you gave life a full chance?
When was the last time you felt you can do it?
When was the last time you felt pity for you fellow beings?
And when was the last time you felt pain in your heart for others?

We live our life without love or compassion,
We always had a goal that is far far away,
We thought that there is always something that we are about doing,
Yet failed to see that we did nothing worthwhile all the while.
We failed to change someone’s life for good,
We failed to change our own life for the better,
We thought that there is always a tomorrow,
And tomorrow there was always another tomorrow.

When was the last time we gave something back to the one who gave you?
When was the last time you could look at a kid with love in your eyes?
When was the last time you felt you are not busy?
When was the last time you had time for yourself?
When was the last time you sat back and said enough?
When was the last time you felt content with what you got?
When was the last time you thought its ok to loose?
When was the last time you gave up in consideration for the other?

We live our life without love or compassion,
We always had a goal that is far far away,
We thought that there is always something that we are about doing,
Yet failed to see that we did nothing worthwhile all the while.
We failed to change someone’s life for good,
We failed to change our own life for the better,
We thought that there is always a tomorrow,
And tomorrow there was always another tomorrow
And tomorrow there was always another tomorrow
And tomorrow there was always another tomorrow.

Song of hope

Nothing shall take away from you, these things,
the things that you see without disturbing your eyes
the things that you hear without knowing your ears,
the vision in your heart, the dreams within you,
Nothing can touch them, nothing at all.

There will be another day that you will live to see,
When the day is bad and you think it’s all over,
Don’t forget that it will pass by and you will do better,
All that had gone bad will be set right, in front of your eyes.

Nothing shall take away from you, these things,
the things that you see without disturbing your eyes
the things that you hear without knowing your ears,
the vision in your heart, the dreams within you,
Nothing can touch them, nothing at all.

Look around and see these flowers
that blossom to greet you, to give you hope,
Give you the message that all is not lost,
When you feel all lost, don’t forget you ill stand to win,
Don’t forget to give yourself another worthy chance.

Nothing shall take away from you, these things,
the things that you see without disturbing your eyes
the things that you hear without knowing your ears,
the vision in your heart, the dreams within you,
Nothing can touch them, nothing at all.


No one can hurt you if you are strong,
It is your weakness that has hurt you all long,
Look in to your heart and feel that you can do it,
If you have done it once, you can do it all over again.

Nothing shall take away from you, these things,
the things that you see without disturbing your eyes
the things that you hear without knowing your ears,
the vision in your heart, the dreams within you,
Nothing can touch them, nothing at all.

The greatest wealth in you that no one can filch,
Is your will that can makes you achieve,
This pain that you feel today will make itself fuel,
For greater things in life that you would cherish,
Not for a day or for a week, nor for a month or for a year,
They will live by you within you,
For ever to guide you and forever to inspire you,
For ever to lead you, and forever to abide in you.

Nothing shall take away from you, these things,
the things that you see without disturbing your eyes
the things that you hear without knowing your ears,
the vision in your heart, the dreams within you,
Nothing can touch them, nothing at all.

These wealth that you cherished shall mean nothing to you,
The love that was gone shall find its way back to you,
And greater things shall you cherish in the days to come,
You will learn to look into yourself and be in peace.

Nothing shall take away from you, these things,
the things that you see without disturbing your eyes
the things that you hear without knowing your ears,
the vision in your heart, the dreams within you,
Nothing can touch them, nothing at all.

Listen to the calling that is within you,
the calling that is gona take you to greater places,
the places that these mortal things can’t touch,
the places that is beyond this complicated living.

This loudness that you hear in silence shall pass
to Joy and peace and bliss to follow,
In to your heart shall they flow in grace
To fill you full to make you abundant in spirit.

Nothing shall take away from you, these things,
the things that you see without disturbing your eyes
the things that you hear without knowing your ears,
the vision in your heart, the dreams within you,
Nothing can touch them, nothing at all.

Color of life

A bird fell off the tree by the cold,

Lay on the ground in deep white snow,

Charmless and numb, unable to move,

It tried to move but futile, in vein.

A man passing by saw the bird in the snow,

Took the bird, there was compassion in his eyes,

Saved it from cold, saved its life,

The bird lay quite and comforted on his breast.

There was food and fire and care for the bird,

Lived the bird till it could fly again,

And a day when the sky was bright and sunny,

The bird took off, and in to the sky it disappeared.

A child was weak and needed a support,

Clung to the mother, cried for its needs,

Days pass by as the child could stand, and off it goes,

chasing its dreams, forgetting the past!!!!

A life in which the memories and expectations,

are nothing but impression on mind,

nothing is true and nothing ever wrong,

nothing ever exist and nothing ever past.

Games of mind and its funny ways,

Think of something and something else if be,

The more we expect the more it traps,

The more it traps, the more we expect.

Where does it start and where does it end?

When did it ever start and when did it ever end?

It has always been and will be…

Let me know this and live by it…

Silent Talk

These trees by the road that silently stand,

Through the sun, through the rain, through the spring, through the smoke,

Hardly do we notice their message,

A message they voice through their silence, through their service.

Yet some while they choose to voice,

To the once who failed to hear their words,

A song so over flowing with beauty and glory,

A sight that fills over hearts with ecstasy.

A speech by beauty, a speech by vision,

A speech by service, a speech by blessing,

A speech by silence, a speech without words,

Yet a speech so profound, and so much not to miss.

There is a group of them, who work together,

to put on a show and make themselves visible,

the stunning sight of the yellow flowers,

that blooms in time, and in perfect harmony.

Shedding the leaves and shedding all of them,

Getting rid of the greens and dressing in yellow,

Just for the season, just for the occasion,

Just for a few days and just for a good glance.

They swing and dance in the wind so joyfully,

Decorating the sky and embedding the way below,

Greeting all with showers of flowers,

the perfect blossom, the sight of a lifetime.

Overflowing hearts with a celebration so contagious,

The sparrows and cuckoo and bees and squirrels,

The bull bulls and peckers, the hornbills and parrots,

The invited guest of honor for the occasion,

The yellows have given way to fresh green,

Another shade of life so brilliant,

A shade of coolness, a shade of prosperity,

Greeting the day, the youth, the wilderness

Passing days, passing winds, passing sights as time goes by,

Fading so slowly and flaking the glory,

The celebration over, the display complete,

There they go, in to the background from vanguard.

Another year to wait to see them,

Back in their glory and back in the colors,

Fallen flowers that give way to the fresh leaves,

The fresh leaves turn to become the old leaves

And there the stand to wave the travelers,

Hardly noticed, their messages unheard,

Service and patience their motto their goodwill,

A lifetime of numbness and silence they go through.