Trigger!

hey i feel dead...
Come lets talk...
lets have a conversation....
maybe something will come out of it...
something that stimulates me....
shakes me up
from my slumber
from my numbness
because my thresholds seem to have shot up
and i dont know how to get to some kind of reality...
i need a trigger!

hey i feel high
need to slow down
lets sit in silence
maybe it will quiet things down in my head
something that eases me...
wakes me up
from my fantasy
from my wandering
because my excitement has touched such heights
I'm tired of this duality...
i need a trigger!

yet AGAIN !

WHO are YOU?

WHO are YOU?
you whose eyes my eyes are peering into
seeking answers....

WHO are YOU?
you who unknowingly or perhaps knowingly
sketched the entire design of your life....

WHO are YOU?
you who is on some kind of journey
do you know where you are heading and why....

WHO are YOU?
when you smile and a tear falls from your eye
at the small joys of life....

WHO are YOU ?
when you turn into a demon
dancing to the tunes of anger and revenge....

WHO are YOU?
when you writhe in pain
who comes to your mind at that precious moment....

WHO are YOU?
what do you realize
when you look at the miracle you created...


WHO were YOU?
in the countless lifetimes
that you traveled through to get here....

WHO are YOU ?
who all you need to encounter
what do your need to experience to free yourself?

WHO are YOU?
apart from the role-play either you
or someone else chose for you

so now i ask you again...
WHO are YOU?
not what what you DO....

YOU
who's aura shimmers before me...
YOU
whose eyes my eyes are peering into...
YOU
who thinks our paths crossed out of sheer accident!

i ask YOU
will you let me see a glimpse of your soul
while i seek....
WHO I am....

Clean?

ive been drugged most of my life
& a wonderful time its been
why i cant i be here forever
why must one come clean

i've been happy to close my eyes
and take a trip down where
im making love to music on stage
with thousands waving their hands in the air

when the art & artist become one
a medium of divinity
moments truly lived
a beautiful give & take of energy

you think i should let go of fantasy
but i beg to differ
what good is waking up
when reality is such a blur!

the Key

i was just trying to protect you
from losing your sanity
so I locked up some bits of you
but then somehow I lost the key!

I had told you to never get mad again
because anger only caused more destruction
but I didn't know that it would with it
your very motivation!

I had told you to stay away from your passion
so you wouldn't be hurt any more
but I didn't know you would be robbed
of zeal itself, from your core!

i wonder what to do
now that i realize the extent of damage done
i wonder how you will possibly find your way
through the impossible maze that your mind has become

i guess its time to break into those memories
make sure old circuits are dissolved
i guess its time to rewire
and start over with a new resolve

your true calling-
it would be foolish of you any longer, to resist
its time to stop fighting the wrong battles
to stop looking for the Key of a lock that never did exist!

the opposite of love-dedicated to Gita maam

No,im not gonna hate you
that's just not good enough
ever wondered
what's the opposite of love!

No it wont matter
what you do now
the damage is done
I've already put my faith in my doubts

Now is the time for me
to experience bliss in my ignorance
because the opposite of love isn't hate....
the opposite of love is Indifference....

Hold me...

you can fret all you like...
but i aint sleeping with you tonight
next to you perhaps
take it with a pinch of salt or a slap
remember again what i said
i aint getting into your bed

you want your cheek to get my kiss
try and be the brother i miss
you want to shake my creed
try and be the father i need
you want to be the lover i never forget
then take me in your arms & hold me instead....

In love...

i love you
but i'm not in love with you
i belong to you
but i don't wanna end up with you

you warm my heart
but i need it to flutter
you are my soulmate
but i need a lover

dont want to do something
that will cause you hurt
but i need to make a confession
for i can no longer lie to us

i'm concerned for you
but i don't really care
sometimes i'm mean to you,but i
cant see you in pain i swear

i love to hate you
i'm so useless when you're around
although you set me free
but invisible strings keep me bound

Then look at you and i'm reminded
how i love you so...
guess i'm not in love with you
For i stopped loving myself a long time ago...

Sleep...

i smile...
resting my head on a wet pillow
what will it take
to for sleep to perch on my brow

have I not longed for you enough
have I not hummed me a lullaby
have I not held my arms out
and dreamt of you all this while

what will it take
for sweet slumber to unfurl
to make my eyes heavy with anticipation
to open the doors into my favourite world

Come over me dear sleep
oh don't make me beg you now
its time to run away somewhere far from me
somehow...

Love song !

Green grass between my fingers
Blue sky above my head
Your eyes locked into mine
While we listen to words unsaid

As if we own no past
And no future awaits
Hoping these stolen moments
Will Trick our fate

Into holding time still
in our secret testament
Hushing all the voices in our head
If only for this moment

There is no melody
To our love song
no story
To have possibly gone wrong

Just you and me
In a corner of our minds
When we want to close our eyes
and leave the world behind...

slave

i walk undaunted
but am i really free?
i live in a cage
wouldn't you agree?

for i'm a slave to my failures
a professional amateur
to ticking of the clock
killing time as it kills me back
a propensity to escape
from the fate i create
a slave to wanting attention
to defying convention
forever craving intensity
that i steal from my priorities
a slave of my compulsions
of untimely diversions
an expert at procrastination
with a recipe for self-demolition
to the chemicals in the brain
which decide how much and when i'm sane
hooked to television,taking refuge in sleep
promising an alternate self-designed reality

a slave to junk food and junk information
to patterns that repeat for no rhyme or reason
creating crisis to get me to action
extreme pressure to get a reaction
restlessness to trickle out my creativity
pain to trigger my thresholds of sensitivity
a slave to delusion that someone else will save me
being a creeper on every standing tree
a slave to excuses and outside stimuli
not taking responsibility for the demons that constitute me
waiting for something to wake up my dead motivation
quitting at the first hint of frustration
a cripple with all limbs intact
who chooses to brood than to act
a compulsive liar, fooling the self
faking having potential and seeking a magic potion to success
My! how i have gotten myself into this beautiful mess!

i look at myself with outrage
having made a home of this cage
if I could step out this door
that has been open all along
I'd be a free soul today
writing a different song!