Stay

Steal my breath away,
and still my heart with your calming waves,
Let me stay in your beautiful days
Until my dying days,
until I fall, until I feel no pain.

Parachute

Look both ways in diamond skies, lest the rain cuts you.
View from the air you weary eyes, let the wind guide you.

We never change

We never change do we?
We never loved do we?
Same life it seems to be,
it never stops for me.

Do I really care about me?
Right now its plain to see.
That my fire flies are free,
they will never come to me.

Playing with fire

Like a moth drawn to a flame,
that dances, entice, and burns beautify.
He stands, looks, and to ponders,
the moth bends and relents.

He fails to fly away.

The overwhelming against the understanding,
sanity loses its hold.
The moth gets drawn deeper,
the dawn of insanity draws nearer.

Burnt wings and other unmendables.
He fell into a fable,
that fire can be fought with fire,
he regrets, now forgiveness he requires.

Problems to mend

There was once a boy born in 89
only seventeen and every reason to scream,
not a beautiful child, he looks pretty dull,
with every reason to scream,
every reason to scream

He looks up in the sky,
Too many crows in his eyes,

Too many letters in hand and no one understands

Not many will

There was once a girl born in 87

she’s on her way to heaven.

Hooks up and she breaks up hooks up and she breaks up,

again and again all over again and again.

She looks into his eyes,

she doesn’t think he tried,

too many problems to mend, too many feelings to blend,

oh she never will, she never will, she never will.

And I don’t know what to do so I’m just playing this tune

And I don’t know what to do so I’m just playing this tune

figure it out for me someone just figure it out for me
figure it out for me someone just figure it out for me

And this was the story,

of love, hope and Glory,

that no one understands,

that no one understands

They don’t seem to like it

Finding peace

There once was a boy,
who loves staring at the moon,
did he find peace in it?

There once was a father,
who listens to classical tunes,
did he find peace in it?

There once was a girl,
who's not coming home anytime soon,
did she find peace in it?

There once was a mother,
who started cleaning rooms,
did she find peace in it?

We are drawn to it,
please by it,
satisfied by it...

Momentarily.

Love

Love is,
like a smell.
Lucid yet enigmatic.
Like waves,
Calm and yet, frantic.
Like music,
frivolous yet pragmatic.
Like Angels,
real yet many are cynics.
Love is simply,
Ironic.

Boys and Girls

I spent a night out with a good friend of mine. She asked me on the phone, to have dinner with her. It was kind of strange the she would call, it was quite sometime ago that she stopped asking me out. That night the conversation was about a friend of hers, and how that friend chose to have a solo outing with a guy and kicked her out of the pre-planned date. She was telling me about how she felt and at that moment I had empathy for her. But then I realize I did not sympathize with her. She was talking about how a friend would forget another and yet failed to realize that I could say the same about her. She had forgotten about me and her other friends till she met with the similar fate. But that night I chose to be a friend, forgiving her for her lack of realization.

So after that night, I kept thinking about it. Why’s everybody so self-absorbed, screaming for help when they need it, and when saved, walks away. I keep noticing this mostly in teenage girls, they are emotional creatures, sensitive to their own feelings and at most times, oblivious to the ones of others. These girls like to talk, ever so much, talking and talking about their problems (90% of female problems are over-rated), yet they never seem to stop and take a look around, check if people are doing fine, listen to the problems of others. Girls get so protective of themselves, and would kill to preserve themselves.

Boys are some-what different, they move in packs, and when in a pack feel strong and emotionally invulnerable, but when placed alone, could be extremely vulnerable. Boys don't really have many problems, because unlike girls, boys seem to have only a few bad feelings, anger, sadness and hunger. In other words we can be angry or sad, but girls have all the emotions that are not even named yet. Boys don't like to talk about themselves, we talk about others, we don't share much of our problems among each other, because if we say we are angry to another guy, the reply would be "relax". So there's pretty much no point to share.

Note - This is only a narrow view point of mine