Not Another Day

Sleep deprived, on a rainy day was thinking something and this interrupted me on the way.

Do you see the people passing by
talking about the crowd far by 
no clue what happened there 
seems someone's dream is falling apart 
Did you try to know more 
or run away with an old sore 
And still you thinking whose gonna help them out ? 
Or, they gonna scream and shout 
You want to speak loud and tell the crowd 
" why do you just surround making a round 
don't you have a hand to help 
doesn't your heart melt 
you find it weird, awesome and mad 
probably give an example to your lad 
do you think someone's pain is worth that? 
used as fun, irony and great comeback " 
not a big deal 
you have faced it all 
now you got no patience and time to stall 
running back to the old life 
but I'm in pain still crying, dying, lying helpless 
shivering with fear almost breathless 
wishing my pain to disappear but it never helps
continuing my story till some other heart melts 

Counter-Attack

This was written when I had fever during summer. It's re-edited many times with the help of many people.

Now I see no place to be,

Destiny is crossing me.

Life is searching me

Can you find it back?

Help me counter attack

Discussion is going on

Confusion is crossing on

Mentally I remain sad

Enjoy the moments like mad

Do you see the path ?

Help me counter attack.

Kingdom of heaven,

Master of seven,

Do you see the light in which I see a train?

Is this the tunnel of fortune or death ?

Do you see the path ?

Help me counter attack.

Can you hear the child screaming

Want to change the way of living

Moving here up and down

Sometime turning round and round

Help me counter attack.

Do you see the path?

Blood rushes to find the path

No way to counter attack

Can you see through the window

Where I'm passing by ?

Can you tell me why ?

I stay beneath the sky.

Running over the past

Can you counter attack?

Do you see the path ?

Relationship

Sometimes those sad, bad, awkward and glad moments induce and inspire you to write stuff like this.

How strong is it?

How weak it can be?

If you try to break 

How easy it may be?

How difficult is it?

How simple it can be? 

When you try to solve 

How puzzled you can be? 

Is it quick to start?

Can you see a finish point?

Did you break some locks to win some hearts?

Do you take a chance and do romance?

Can you find the thread or the knot?

On what basis you judge it correct 

Where did you bury it?

Beneath the heart or across the head 

Just don't think about it 

It might break.

Ganga

So what is it ? 

Does it make you pure? 

You are not a sinner now! 

Are you bound to believe that somehow ? 

Do we must walk on fire to feel the cold ? 

Does everyone do it before getting old ? 

Who feeds whom in the process ? 

Why someone dies for food or success ? 

Do I have to dip in, to achieve greatness, 

What else is madness ? 

Are we killing the spirit to learn ? 

Or driven by someone to earn. 

Does choosing always matters? 

What about someone whose dream always shatters? 

Does killing have the same meaning? 

Why do they call it a war when it crosses the limit? 

Stepping back, when you cry, 

Does it actually satisfy? 

If getting the sympathy is what you look for, 

Then what were you bravely fighting for? 

Did you forget the reason for your pain? 

Come get some more - it won't go in vain.

I Kissed The Death

Heard Seek and Destroy?
What happens if you play it on a loop and try to write something like a poem. 

Walking on a lonely street, moving slowly both feet;

No control over my thoughts, danger evokes.

Blood on every place, with a culprit;

Destined to kill made my blood chill;

Eyes on me with an axe in his hand;

His fierce voice told today is my last stand.

His first step towards my last breath,

Movement of hell could be felt from underneath.

Why would I run, because I was waiting for this?

Searching for a drop I’m in an oasis.

Bang and with that throw, my troubles are gone,

With my last breath, I kissed the death.

Kill Me God

Remember the end semesters? The low grades, the av minuses, all of them put together comes frustration. And after that I took a pen and paper to put it on. This might go lame but I tried to write something different.
It's a coincidence that it rhymes with raining blood. I was introduced to Slayer(\m/) after a long time. 

I'm born to be dead,

Death is my last wish,

Kill me God, kill me.

Running all over the world round and round,

Dreaming all the life day by day,

Some day all of it has come to an end,

So, kill me god end me.

Everyday I loose things, things are not under my control ;

I'm in a free fall, free to fall not in control,

Coz it's you who is controlling me now,

Let me be the god too, let me go to you somehow.

All day all night I've lost my fights,

Let me win the last one,

Which is my ultimate sacrifice,

Kill me kill me, I pray to you to kill me.

I can't tell every one lie,

I can't see others cry,

It's impossible to avoid God,

Therefore I'll die.