Through Ghosts

I was following myself
When I found my shadow so alone

On the streets outside my window
There’s this naked truth too
Leaning against my destiny so screwed
Then walking straight into the speeding bus
Just to find out how things work
Creating now a space for my madness

I was following myself
When I found my shadow so alone

Entered in and alls well
In the striking river as I float
Sitting inside the wooden box
Going down in a series of lot
Around my neck with Om, Allah and the cross
Swift at times as the sparkle of a glancing star

Now taking the weeds and likeness of a swain
That to the service of this moment belongs
So who goes there with his ghost song?

I was following myself
When I found my shadow so alone
I was following myself
When I found my shadow so alone
I was following myself
When I found my shadow so alone

The Freedom Screams

Making us so that I’m killing
hard and wild
The Buddha programmed
inside them is asking me to
Ever since love, prayers and peace died
I unwrap candies to crush
and smoke a few
This was never as hard
as it is tonight
On a different high
I live they say
But what they’ve
left us with is no other way
Crawling around with borrowed hands
Freedom has come to terms with
a darker room
And the shut doors

This is the new high
for getting crashed in the head
As sometimes feeling strong
is bigger than being one
What is visible is so damned infected
The system functions
and we fight till we are dead
Scared asking for help while on the streets alone
and the man in uniform rapes your thoughts too
You chose it and now it’s your
trust getting fucked through
Freedom has come to terms with
A darker room
And the shut doors

The Mockingbird

The Mocking bird sat in happiness
Waited for her Bat’s visit by the night
The Mocking bird sensed in the wilderness
It was just not one of those midnight flight
Something was not right
The bat she loved wasn’t in the sight
After the after-hours of nocturnal
flew to find her beloved
hovered over the old dark tree
the favorite branch, under the umbra
in twilight where they felt free
the clouds seemed at a fight
and the Bat hung all scorched
friends as they gathered told the story right
the bat had taken a flight in the light
to assemble the twigs Mocking bird once yearned
taking one of the last look at his love
in humour he said
I couldn’t wait for the night, hey bird
Isn’t that the time we meet?
Tears they dropped from the Mocking’s eyes as she heard
Those last of the words came out of her warrior Bat
As he hung in the dark all so surrounded
Smile he carried on his way down
When did death touched
Known only to Bat so beloved
Or the Mocking birds mourn

Zero Gravity

when they asked me to think of you
I went blind
Am I scraed or
am I dead?
oh yeah! the silarity
stands tall
And now this diesease
is here
to get me
And now this wound
is here
to kill me

don't you feel like riding
when you see me
don't you pulstate faster
when you touch me
And the hidden fear
of a rear pull
does it get you
'coz it gets me
yeah 'coz it gets me
more than I want it to

Been lonely for reasons unknown
just had to put some
words together
But it doesn't seem to work out
the castle breaksdown
as the aces and jacks
they tumble
yeah they tumble down to the ground

Like a man
as tragic as I am
Holding tighter to a rope
holding so it can break
yeah holding so it can break
will I make it?
yeah

when they asked me to feel
I felt nothing more
than the ice cube
kept silently in
the summer sun

Its zero gravity
but still I'm falling
theres no gravity
and I'm falling!!

Minefields in the Head

I look at my face
in the mirror
and don't understand
Where did I lose the boy?
For this dead flesh of a man
Blood ties stood broken
& Life so stained
With the blood of my own
But somehow it felt pretty good

My brothers stand across
the borders known
for them to kill me
and me to kill 'em
When did revenge become my religion?
Where did this insanity come from?
And got inside my brain
Still I enjoyed the slaughter

There were times when people lived on blood.
And lonely did stand a warrior who had nothing much to
give up
But all he craved for was peace
Wasn’t he the warrior?
Who would plunder and rape
For just his phallus to reap
And so does my child created a world
Of doom and gloom
Did his mother never taught him
There is no harm in a kill
I like the way she spoke
I like the way she walked
But life takes it turn and
So does my soul
& The feeling is good

Survivors of the society
Are still waiting for shelter
From the next one to come
But all in vain, as rivers do not flow
It’s just the current
My love should get all I want
When I’m gone to conquer the wild lands
Tombstones galore
And faith is not what I adhere to

Was never good with my grades
Did never I paint pictures of fake snow peaks
But my gene pool snakes
With double tongues spat in my eyes
And Governments at war
Took my childhood away

It ain't them whom I blame
as I was the one who should have picked up the
dynamite
When did the God I pray to?
Preached to take lives?
It’s never too wrong
To kill the womb I came out of

Time to rebuild is here
As moments still float around
to paint snow peaks
and be good with my grades!!

Conversations in Isolation

Born as a pup of a man
The nose feels like bleeding
instead of sneezing
‘coz of the change will walk on the thread of truth
I don’t wanna take the quest
it makes me wonder and search
Can’t flow with the larger pattern
so suffer with the marked lot
& the face is washed with blood
The earth longs for some more flesh
& I just want the poison of the weird
Feared shadows of the dark
claw my skin and soul
& now you make it so hard
to fuck my own world
Easy lambs at stake
for the angels to kiss the concrete for once & steal
my peace
Kill the songs and their words
for they are as hollow as their meanings
Again I loose myself
tall stands my sorrow
The stains on the alley walls are of your memories
Take me back to where I belong
but theres a message for us to ponder
Consider the walls revolving around me
my only friends that read me & for me to read
Price is high
that can only be paid in crimson
The bulb so unhung
throws too much light in my dilated eyes
Stealing the view from my window
for the painting of some art of sorts
& I seek the solace in some dead machine
Interrogating my flesh bit by bit
but I’ll disappoint you by sailing off to the levy
The wounds need some time to heal
the cure lies in the wasted spirit
Hypnotized by the haunted plughole
the graveyard of the worms we slaughtered lie there
Again I rise on my feet
only to fall once more
Still theres room in my transparent gloom
for all to take a stroll
Last words of some loon
call me to cover his corpse with my skin
I can talk to myself
as long as the thoughts keep on following
Such are the confessions
for the sins I don’t repent
Clarity the only virtue I seek
& will touch
If nothing survives anymore
I’ll go hunting for the ghosts!!

A man from the dark came along,
To find out where I am going & where am I from
I said its your well dug grave motherfucker!!

Ants

The ants have once again lost their way
the light dims and blinds them
My friend and true shadow walks languidly towards the
promised land
once with the strongest bondage now ripped, for the
circumstance fooled them

The ants have lost their way
and so have my soul
Not the bullets nor the shrapnel, its the gods that
tend to kill my friends
survival is but for the weak, for the strong walks
side by side to death on the razor's edge

The ants have lost their way
now its time to achieve what awaits them
Amusements are momentary but melancholy holds the
ground for longer
wind help them move closer to the road to nowhere
and a stamp by an unloving sole helps 'em even more,
the ants, my soul brothers, have found their way.