Bad Luck

All weekend long I've had bad luck
It started with the home journey
Never thought my steps will stuck
Fighting with world as my enemy


Loitering late night with a girl 
Caught by parents out of blue
But i was out of world
The next day that episode was unfurled


I moved on forward somehow
Heard  long before,Good luck is a girl
Long she wont stay,comes like an air show
kisses you quick and flies away in twirl


But Mr. Bad luck soberly comes  
And stays long without any fences 
Enjoyes his time and sadness he hums
here with that the worst time commences


Next on the list was IAF paper
Went for that in tenacity
but messed with the examiner
Which connotes me to pay penalty 


Thought this might be end 
Still I was with Mr Bad luck 
Friends told me never to bend 
And again Mr.Badluck gave me bad fuck


Can I still change the things?
But now I dont want to
This was not my cup of tea
Lately I hate tea


I am happy with my self 
Its me I have to deal with
Not the others and they
These are the changing times


Nothing much left in me to say
Will flow forward in normal way
I bid farewell to my life
For making me stronger enough with your strife


So was my badluck
Proving constant mash-ups

I will find my way

Under the scorching sun...
waiting for the dusk to start....
bees flying in front of my eyes blurring my view..
every thing seems like a dream...


every day is an ordinary day....
childhood dreams to this quarter life journey....
not satisfied with the way this life is turning....
lots of thoughts buzzing in my mind...


loneliness...desperation...wait...all pacing up....
world standing with mischief smile...
my heart still pacing like Schumacher's drive...
time is ticking aloud....


i dont know what i feel inside....May be it's just me 
Or may be my mind playing tricks again
Leaving sanity behind,but i have been on this road for so long time
trying to find way between right and wrong


a lot of times lost my way deciding which one is fine
some time am quiet brave, some times bit scared
oh...jesus!! i know how it feels with lost faith
i think its a genuine thing in this bloody human race


i dont know when i will be on my way
i have heaven on one side and other with satan
its just like a sword with two edges
leaning forward with few good friends and some memories behind


i have just made a short way
just cant turn away
its true that
every one has got a little hell to pay


Everyday
Everyday I hope i will find my way
Pray Pray
that i will wake up and find a better way


To live our lives ,in this world that we're destroying
And stop using the methods we're emplying
Starving the poor and overfeeding the rich
Killing mother earth with every flick of the switch


Selling and buying
Cheating and lying
We're making debts
Simply by dying
mercy!!! mercy!!
show me the ways.....
sick of passing all these days.....
passing it like an ordinary day....
dont know when i will find my day....i know i will make it one day

We Live In Reverie

Now that we are to be graduated...
having toiled for many years...
to earn that shiny degree....
hanging them uselessly on our walls...


un happy with the present...
dreaming of the grand dream...
wasted our quarter life ascent...
life of 20+ yr old is really troublesome..


we dont know what to do....
we live in reverie...


Puberty and adolescence get max attention....
but this higher stage of development is winked at
many doubt that it exists..
perhaps for parents it didn't exist...


a mouthfull get confused,awkward,scared feeling.....
pretending themself as all-grown-up
deep down thy fell helpless, a sense of drifting....
that life isn't going anywhere....


we dont know what to do....
we live in reverie...


lets face it....its worst than puberty....
meaner and badder than before.....
before teachers and parents holded our hands
while we transitioned...
now just thrown at the shore


yes our feelings are justified...
we are not crazy or unable to get our shit together...
we need to take some time...
it may take years...but the right path is out there
we will find it as long as we keep looking...


we dont know what to do...
we live in reverie....

The Silent Prayer

Every thing was perfect at that moment....just end of my effin 3rd
yr....but still nostalgic though i have a year ahead...and with such a
wonderfull friends with me...of course my darling room mate with me
=)) i know i am way stupid and emotional but the reason is that i have to leave
u... :(( i started writing coz of my love...for the distance between us...cant
leave her....her gravity of emotions...warmth....love made me write
this...and am really blessed to have you with me....love u a lots....i want
to dedicate this to my SS..much close to my heart... :-*

A night entangled in the moments of life,

twisted-scattered heartbeats,peace! no sign.

This slow silence walking down miles,

Breaking all barriers, climbing all stiles.

No matter how much I try, heart never lets aside.

And, your 'prayer' doesn't let me stay alive.

In this heart every moment it vibrates,

Like a thunderstorm it pulsates.

Holding me in awe these clouds as they rain,

But, drops they fall washing down my pain.

Splits into pieces, but never breaks this heart of mine.

Beyond tolerance - my soul cries, but do I whine? 

If this falls cold will I sleep,

Holding breath tight promises will I keep.

No matter how much I try, heart never lets aside.

And, your 'prayer' doesn't let me stay alive.

As the sun of expectations set they say;

'Why ask for a path that was never your way?"

Sobbing desires whisper to me,'Do yourself this favour!'

Let alone the fire, rest your eyes, make them moist never.

Ever should I melt in this blaze,

Can never look up into your eyes straight.

No matter how much I try, heart never lets aside.

And, your 'prayer' doesn't let me stay alive.

Drunk Again

I dont know why i wrote this....but only to celebrate the moments with friends....
as usual during routine party i thought this...
dedicated to all by boozer friends.....buraaahhhhh

For the girls we have lost...
the girls we gained....
the tranquilty of being drunk again....
on the boozers table its beer again....


again n again...
ya...we are drunk again....


sip by sip the high we gain...
laid on the tables 4 the beer again...


man is the one who can rise
ask for beer again
not the one shaking legs
loosing conciousness 
we will repeat this at proms again


again n again...
ya...we are drunk again....