I took a trip on a petal, floating down a river of roses.
Crossed a thousand dunes, on a ray of light.
I found my way though labyrinths of snowstorms
Climbed white minarets of Taaj Mahal.
I battled gargoyles curved in lime stones
Rode victorious across the valley of kings.
I tamed a yellow dragon, and took to the skies
Forged a diamond ring, from the spiral galaxy.
Just to be,
With you.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Lost ( part II ) instrumental
(ta ta ta, ta , ra , ra , RAaaaaa;
Hmmm hey , haaa, haaaa, hanmf;
taran , taran , trin, tra)
Hmmm, hmmm, HA; Haa , Htra la, la laaa
haf, he he he he heheheehe
Monday, November 14, 2005
Love for Neptune
In my imagination,
Obscured by a lethal fascination.
Left my own World,
Driven by a mortal attraction.
Incurable desire and an
Obsession for perfection
I set sail, across empty spaces
For a cosmic reunion.
Empty spaces
Empty spaces
Obscured by a lethal fascination.
Left my own World,
Driven by a mortal attraction.
Incurable desire and an
Obsession for perfection
I set sail, across empty spaces
For a cosmic reunion.
Empty spaces
Empty spaces
9:16
My day has started,
Like a thousand times before.
A slow and late start,
Unlike many I know.
I say its early morning,
You say its mid day.
Ma Mamma used to say,
Boy early to bed, early to rise
My watch is simple
It’s got no Alarms,
It’s not a Citizen
Got no hourly chimes
It’s just barely ticking
Got a normal face and,
Two hands shorter than most.
Tick…tock….tick…tock
The mouse ran up the clock
Hal ran after the mouse
Tick…tock…tick….tick
You say it’s a rat, but I;
I got a wild imagination
My mama rang the bell
Boy Stop day dreaming
Early bird catches the worms
Me, I no fly
Me, I hate worms
Me, I am slow and late
Me, it’s too early in the morning
To damn early to rise and shine.
Like a thousand times before.
A slow and late start,
Unlike many I know.
I say its early morning,
You say its mid day.
Ma Mamma used to say,
Boy early to bed, early to rise
My watch is simple
It’s got no Alarms,
It’s not a Citizen
Got no hourly chimes
It’s just barely ticking
Got a normal face and,
Two hands shorter than most.
Tick…tock….tick…tock
The mouse ran up the clock
Hal ran after the mouse
Tick…tock…tick….tick
You say it’s a rat, but I;
I got a wild imagination
My mama rang the bell
Boy Stop day dreaming
Early bird catches the worms
Me, I no fly
Me, I hate worms
Me, I am slow and late
Me, it’s too early in the morning
To damn early to rise and shine.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Emma
Emma, stands by the northern waters
With her hands holding each other
Her Pink ribbon wavers in the air
Inviting and exciting waves from away.
Emma, she smiles a secret alliance
With the splashing foam on her face
Her breathing echoing in the wind
Fascinating the seahorses in the deep
Emma, Her life ,
Her songs and her hopes.
Her onetime dreams and
Recurring nightmares
Her fears and her lovers.
Triumphs and her suspicions.
Flash past her blue eyes.
Ema,
Played out by a cast of white and grey clouds
Dancing across the backdrop of a fiery sunset
Last ray, welcomes a lightning applause,
and a standing ovation from the moon
With her hands holding each other
Her Pink ribbon wavers in the air
Inviting and exciting waves from away.
Emma, she smiles a secret alliance
With the splashing foam on her face
Her breathing echoing in the wind
Fascinating the seahorses in the deep
Emma, Her life ,
Her songs and her hopes.
Her onetime dreams and
Recurring nightmares
Her fears and her lovers.
Triumphs and her suspicions.
Flash past her blue eyes.
Ema,
Played out by a cast of white and grey clouds
Dancing across the backdrop of a fiery sunset
Last ray, welcomes a lightning applause,
and a standing ovation from the moon
Lost ( part I)

Twinkle, twinkle little pink
How I wonder why you are so blue
Lost above the world so true
Like a dying cloud in the rain
Twinkle, twinkle little pink
Now I wonder where you are ?
Saturday, November 12, 2005
(one of my possible past)
trying to walk, half a mile
the possible , to the inevitable.
say out loud, and just a few
walk away , wak away
looking at the distance
ticking, sinking fast,
stay , stay just a bit
longer and a bit shorter
Oh you poor child, you earthly,
lie down and close the book
final chapter , and a sweet end
scribbled on, a high flying cloud.
the possible , to the inevitable.
say out loud, and just a few
walk away , wak away
looking at the distance
ticking, sinking fast,
stay , stay just a bit
longer and a bit shorter
Oh you poor child, you earthly,
lie down and close the book
final chapter , and a sweet end
scribbled on, a high flying cloud.
Friday, November 11, 2005
unwrap
We thought the world was flat,
The center of everything else.
We used to think everything is god
Made huge fires and idols to worship
We thought all is perfect and bright
Us and our worldly things alike
We made us believe, we were right
Told stories of Phantoms and Awe
We thought we were free
You and I and All those gone by,
Danced to every beat, we heard
Made us a Flag, red green & white
We thought, and we fought
Little did we knew
And then one moonlit night
We saw what was in the dark
And we learn to Question
Little by little, we stood upright
The center of everything else.
We used to think everything is god
Made huge fires and idols to worship
We thought all is perfect and bright
Us and our worldly things alike
We made us believe, we were right
Told stories of Phantoms and Awe
We thought we were free
You and I and All those gone by,
Danced to every beat, we heard
Made us a Flag, red green & white
We thought, and we fought
Little did we knew
And then one moonlit night
We saw what was in the dark
And we learn to Question
Little by little, we stood upright
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Lost for Words
Myself and Adam, we were a bit High on Idol night
Looking for our usual Coffee hideaway, we went in Circles
Entire Tsunami Effected Population engaged with 3 Idols
Invasion of the masses into our territory, Mocha, Bon café, illy and Nescafe
How we wished for a change, A Flavor of a different sort
a gathering to rise above norm, But not this,
Not a Paid chance to hear 3 Idols chanting,
Not a Poor victim’s lifeless body of an accident
All in all we do gather, for right or wrong
Looking for our usual Coffee hideaway, we went in Circles
Entire Tsunami Effected Population engaged with 3 Idols
Invasion of the masses into our territory, Mocha, Bon café, illy and Nescafe
How we wished for a change, A Flavor of a different sort
a gathering to rise above norm, But not this,
Not a Paid chance to hear 3 Idols chanting,
Not a Poor victim’s lifeless body of an accident
All in all we do gather, for right or wrong
Just a bit Sweet
Yeah, I am a bit Sweet
Just a bit too Sweet
You may say , just a bit,
As a matter of fact,
I am not sweet at all
I am all Bitter and Spicy
Just a bit too Sweet
You may say , just a bit,
As a matter of fact,
I am not sweet at all
I am all Bitter and Spicy
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