Monday, September 30, 2002

Rebirth

The door is open, step inside,
Choose a partner, step aside,
Listen to that guy, that guy playing the guitar,
Playing my chord, & struck like light,
& when the chord stops so will my life.

Life is short, short with no fun,
Love is sick; it’ll hurt like a pin,
Let me live, live for a while,
So that I, I can see you die.

Meanwhile, learnt to rock, learnt to roll,
Played all the way, prayed all night long,
It gave me songs, it gave me tunes,
It gave me thongs, it gave me bombs.

So play it good, play it loud,
Play it again, listening in vain,
The song that meant for me, I finally understand.
So close the doors and let me sleep,
Sleep in the realm of calm,
My soul rests in peace.

Saturday, September 21, 2002

Good People Are Short Lived

I have always experienced it,
Nothing much in my life, like it,
What’s there is always there,
Bad things came on my lane,
To prove that god is insane,
I say this just to find that good people are always in line.

I don’t blame god for this,
But why should he do this,
Only to me and my friends family,
I can’t say this coz,
Have seen only much loss,
Thanks for the good things happened,
Thanks, lord, for given me much.

This happened with me,
And with my family,
This happened with my friend,
And with her family,
I say this just to find that good people are short lived.

Thursday, September 19, 2002

I Hate Me

I hate me for being alive,
I hate me for being born,
I don’t say this for you won’t know,
I don’t say this for you’ll go sore.

I hate me for not studying,
I hate me for not proving,
I hate me for not achieving,
I hate me for not growing,
I hate me for not being worth it.

No dedication, determination, recognition.
Gimme love,care,fame.
Hate me for not taking it up,
Taking up anything in my life.

Hate me for being like this,
Nothing, nothing , no results,
Operations on frustration.

I hate me for no friends,
I hate me for no kin’s,
I hate me for no family,
I hate me for no love.

Now, I hate me, my love, thy world,
Hate my head,
Love you dead,
Hate everything,
Operations on frustration.
And on modus operandi.

Wednesday, September 18, 2002

Alma Matters

The literate folks of my Alma,
Tried their best to fuck my mind.

The literate folks of my Alma,
Tried their best to screw my arse.

The literate folks of my Alma,
Tried their best to take my bum,
And man did they have some fun.

Hello people,
Teach thy children,
Preach thy children,
Try your best to feed thy children.

Oldies of the past generation,
Come here to give us recognition,
Man, you need to change,
& your on going craze.

I never was a prankster,
Never was a spoilt rat,
Was as good as a child could get,
Tried hard to study hard,
But the oldie never understood.

C’mon c’mon to the life of reality,
Love thy child, give thy knowledge,
My alma mater,
Started loving it,
Loving to hate it.

I was first in school,
I was last who understood,
Was a sport,
Played all games, participated all quests,
My alma mater,
Started loving it,
Loving to hate it.
Cannot deny it,
But you got to prove me,
How I am dying to be,
An Alma matters to me.

Saturday, September 7, 2002

Dress Code : Black

Wanted it old, wanted it rugged,
Wanted it low,
My jeans, I wanted it loose,
I wanted it black.

Wanted it cool, wanted it coloured,
Wanted it smart,
My tees, I wanted it smart,
I wanted it black.

Wanted it wet, wanted it gelled,
Wanted it straight,
My hair, I wanted it short,
I wanted it black.

Wanted it different, wanted it to rock,
Wanted it bad,
My gad, wanted it thrash,
I wanted it black.

I wanted it high,
This will never go low,
I wanted it to be a switch,
This has only one flow,
I want my self-esteem,
That no one can ever show.

Now, I wanna music,
I wanna rock,
I wanna love.
I never want this black.

Thursday, September 5, 2002

Destination Grave

Wanted life to be fun,
As in the toddler class,
Not a pain in the arse,
But still lived it,
Half-hearted, not satisfied,
Never liked it,
I always had to lick it.

I still want to live,
I wanna live my life,
But not this way,
That kills me softly.

I never wanna die,
Coz I knew I will love,
Someone, someday, sometime,
Who makes me happy.

I never wanna die,
Coz I knew I will suceed,
Someone, someday, sometime,
Who makes me proud.

I go crazy,
I go nuts,
I need a different butt,
I need something different,
Death c’mon death,
Wanted to feel it, experience it,
Wanted to see life,
Life after death.

I crave a near death experience today,
Nobody knows, nobody cares,
Oh life,
I never liked it, coz nobody liked me,
I never loved it, coz nobody loved me,
I never felt it, coz nobody felt me.
I see the angels in the dark sky,
I see they call me to their freight train,
But I wanna sleep tonight,
In my dark grassy grave.

Wednesday, September 4, 2002

Venom Lust

Dead fathers, widowed mothers,
Armless brothers, with no one left to butcher.

I come my dear,
I come for you thee, with needles in my neck,
Which might work as pain killers?
But you don’t know its killing me,
& let me say I want it to happen with me.

It killed me when I was in love,
It killed me when I was in pain,
It killed me when I met you,
And I don’t want to see you again.

Lost my name, and lost the game,
Lost my fame and lost the friends,
Lost my happiness and lost my sleep,
Lost thy family and lost their love.
I lost them all when I met you.
I can’t feed your greed,
I can’t satisfy your need.

Fuck you, go away, and run away,
I don’t want to see you again,
Gimme space, gimme solace,
For you can’t give me what I lost,
Thanks for the one thing that you gave me.
You made me experience death.

Now I say,
Let’s go, let’s go, to the meadows,
I will take you on a silver car,
For you know meadows are like quick sand,
And I bet, I won’t lend my hand.

Killed me, killed my freedom, killed my liberty,
Killed everything.

Hey, you are not in my life,
And you are not my wife,
So may your sole cry all the while.

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One of my college mates, Ran, helped me pen down few lines for Venom Lust. Thanks Ran!!

Tuesday, September 3, 2002

Rockaholic

When I got this life,
I felt everything’s achieved,
But still feel deceived,
I thought of something guys,
I want to speak it out.

The boy’s zone is undisturbed,
The westlife is moving on to the east,
Backstreets backing up the street,
The bands keep on yapping a lot.

Eagles soared high, were never extinct,
Always carried guns,
To tame the damn scorpions,
The Beatles were shiny,
The Adams were tiny.

We believe deep in purple,
& were into dire straits,
I wanted it straight from the heart,
Told you ‘bout this part,
The hero couldn’t escape from the cage,
Coz, this is new age.

The doors were redone,
The Floyds helped me get done,
We got depressed,
Nobody could suppress.

But guys’ eminem was inclined,
Nobody could decline,
And to say,
Pantera committed suicide,
Sep was killed, what a site!
Slayer was slayed,
Slip tied the knot,
Sabbath the boss ,could make up for all the loss.
Here. I was done,
& nothing else mattered.

Masses had them mocked,
Instead they all rocked.
What should I say?
What more should I say now?

I just got a painkiller today.

To Err Is Life

I wanted some gifts – chivalry,
Life gave us this – rivalry,
Made me speed demon purposely.

I know everything; everything is nothing,
I am rich; richness in plight,
I am in love; Is love hating someone?
I hath all; all is void,
Everyone’s kind; kindness betrays,
I have friends; none as one,
Foes many; many among one.

Wanted something,
Expected lots,
Not to me,
For the whole lot,
Never happened,
Tried lots,
Still frustrated,
Frustrated lots.

I wish I could change,
The whole world,
Change the weird things,
But I got tired,
I found it hard,
Found it possible,
But all in vain,
I still find it possible,
For life ahead is miserable.

Me in my heart, find a lot,
A lot in Caracas meat, corpses and decayed bones.
Death rules, ghosts sing,
Creepers handcuff me, this is deep dark duyeon.
Still I smile, smile with tears,
Tears I found, not water but blood.

Now how I wish I were blind,
No hate could bend my mind,
Trudging now day by day,
Creeping to death on this highway.

Gloom and harsh speak aloud,
But I am already deaf.

This is how things cook up,
Life’s this,
This is life,
If this is life, I asked,
What’s death?
Tomorrow you shall know,
Voiced he armoured and masked.

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Bro, if you remember some lines were actually penned down by you! I stole them!

Sunday, September 1, 2002

‘BOUT ADVERT – I – SING

I got a brother who’s lazy,
Sometimes I feel he’s so crazy,
But still he talks bout creativity,
What I feel is stupidity,
He never took his steps back,
Coz he felt he’s got the knack.

I never knew Neil French,
I swear, I never understood O&M,
And it ain’t no lie,
That there’s a pie up high in the sky,
He’s got up from his bed,
To really forge ahead.

He felt the people would mind,
All to see that my folks were so kind,
So, he started wearing little beads,
And sown some little seeds,
But I never understood a bit,
All I feel it is shit.

And he’s making it up to me,
With little misery,
He wants to be atop a tree,
That will make him feel free.

He’s jammed up with the Hans,
Which he thinks will make up at the Cannes.

Well, good to see ,
Released his pee,
Grey matter gained,
Got a name,
Felt the lift,
I feel the same.
Do you ?