Life Goes On

“You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.”

                                            -Anonymous...

On The Edge Of Time

Tonight I stand at the edge of time,
knowing not where to turn,
There is no one in sight,
and no one's touch,
what do I do to make it through the night,
I have been true,
to who I am and my dreams,
then why is agony all I got,
All but lost in this mirage,
all I want to take back to grave
is the feeling that I stood
And I fought.

Maybe while I was flying high up in the sky with my hopes
I forgot to keep my feet on the ground
With the all the noise around and these distractions
now even silence has become a scary sound
Dreams I had as a kid have all faded away
that simple picture I had in my mind
Maybe the kid itself has been cast away
Lost and hurt,never to return from the chains that bind.

Now I am hanging onto words
that were never spoken before
Like the dewdrops on my windowpane
and now I am hanging onto my lies
that were never dreamt before
Like the tears lost in the rain
So I cry myself to sleep dreaming of hope
but I still wake up with tears on my cheek
All I want to do now is to leave the night and past behind me
and look again for the golden treasure and the dreams I seeked.

They cared about what I said
and not what I meant
They cared about their lies
and not of my dreams
They gave me choices all along
Of hopeless truth and hopeful lies
I never wanted to be a face in the crowd
not the world's clown I wanted to be,
For I know the rules of this world,
But the rules surely do not know me.

My sins of the past were long forgotten
but scars remain the same
A little faded though
Still reminding of the pain
And where to go having been broken by the wind
and all I can do is cradle my dreams
But this life is worth fighting for someone reminded
through the dark and cold night the angel guided.

But once again I stand here at the edge of time
cradling the dreams I hold so dear,
Looking straight ahead into the darkness,
Ready to give up all that I fear.
And these emotions are just bottled up within,
But no one to whom I can say,
And when my dream is right next to me,
How am I,
How am I supposed to look away.

Hope Never Dies

Almost on the Edge

"Deep down you may still be that same great kid you used to be. But it's not who you are underneath, it's what you do that defines you"

Ladder to the Sun

Looking in the darkness for that one voice,
one ray of light,or a cloud's silver line,
hope remains his only choice,
and he will hold on for the sun to shine.

Sitting all day,i am drawing lines in my head,
that tell me where to go,
On this long road ahead into the night,
looking for answers i dont seem to know.

Feeling like a man with wings but no skies to fly,
Tears swell inside,but i just cant seem to cry,
Still looking for something that cant be found,
and the whole of this world just seems to pass me by.

All these chains of lies that the world surrounds,
have kept me tied to the ground
but has the time come and gone away,
for me to fly and not be found?

But something tells me my time will come
to leave this place where i dont wish to stay
to be on my own and find myself
not bound by rules and fly away
Into the sun,Into the wild,
where i will walk alone like nature's child.

Dream of Dreaming

'The only dream worth having...is to dream that you will live while you are alive and die only when you are dead...
To love.To be loved.To never forget your own significance.To never get used to the unspeakable violence and vulgar disparity of life around you.To seek joy in the saddest places.To pursue beauty to its lair.To never simplify what is complicated and complicate what is simple.To stand up for what you believe in.To respect strength,never power.Above all,to watch.To try and understand.To never look away.And never,never to forget.'

A Journey called Life

Where was I,why couldn't I see
when the world was building these walls around me
these chains are blind that bind me down
but I will wait till my Kingdoms' found.

These voices inside my head they play
these games with my mind I cant keep away
I am trying hard to keep out the noise
hope seems lost but then its my only choice.

My only choice to get out of hell
the only voice inside me that I can tell
looking for angels only demons I have found
that have kept me from the truth and soul's been bound

So here I am against world's might
all I can do is put up a fight
fighting in head,what's wrong,what's right
waiting,lying low for morning light.

And light will shine upon my face
and life will be back with all its grace
I know somewhere i will come out of this
and its ok,it always is.

Life has new reason,life has new rhyme
this long road i walk alone and finally i am mine.

All this while in the darkness i crawled
I am bound by my rules and I am bound by these walls
hoping against hope when orders seem tall
but at the end its reason's light that falls.

Light falls upon me and scars are shown
Scars not on the face but its the soul that moans
but I wont let all of this go down in vain
a lot has to be taken from the angst and pain.

Cause in this pain i will learn my lessons in life
why all seemed lost and there was only strife
this is not going to stop me nor will make me cry
the pain is beyond me now I am gonna fly.

Open your eyes and you will open your mind
to this beautiful world,only to find
that you are alone here, its you and just time
your life your love is only divine.

Your love for music and your love for sound
your love to get lost in the wild and never be found
Your love for color and your love for light
everything you ever saw and everything in sight.

One life to live and we have got one life to love,
The journey isn't straight,its angles and curves,
One life to live and one life to love,
So i am on my way with angels above...

Celebration of Imperfection

All my life i have seen people around me cribbing for one reason or the other.For reasons as trivial as life going a certain way when they would have wanted it go some other way.For complaining all our lives about life not being perfect.We have all at some point in our lives have done this.So it all comes down to 'life being perfect'?But then what is perfect after all?A perception?A dream?Or a reality so blatantly true and naked that we end up denying its existence even if it is staring us in our eyes all our lives.
This world is a celebration of imperfection.Every single day things happen around us which by no means can be called perfect.But they happen.And probably for a reason.To show us that our very existence,our very lives and this world around us is the most apt example of perfection.Perfection in existence.Perfection in reality.Acceptance of happenings around us without the prejudice of 'right' and 'wrong','good' or 'bad' maybe the first step towards acceptance of an idea of perfection.By no means am i trying to suggest that we should succumb to everything that is happening around us in the name of what is popularly known as 'fate'.For fate is what you choose.Everyone chooses their own fate.
But unfortunately our perception of good and bad,perfect and imperfect,right and wrong has become the longest running opinion poll in the history of mankind.An opinion poll with infinite questions and even more opinions.Everyone has the right to vote.And the votes are being counted by our faceless society every second.And the opinion with the maximum votes becomes the 'right' or 'good' in the usual sense of speaking.Its a plague that has curbed the flight of mankind for a really long time.So many great ideas were brought down crashing to the ground just because the majority of people then were too immature to understand its importance and depth.So it was voted out.There have been from time to time people,who can be called great in the true sense,cause they defied the popular notion and believed in their ideals even after being labelled 'wrong' or 'unnecessarily revolutionary'.Some of them were vindicated later but not many.An idea or the fact that man can give birth to something as original as an idea is perfect in itself,its implications on society not withstanding.So till the time our basic idea of 'right' and 'wrong' is chained by the opinion of the billions around us,our perceptions will remain clouded and distorted.
The very idea of human being perfect is rejected with such ferocity in our so called society that one wonders if we too belong to the same race.We have all but surrendered to the fact that man is as flawed as he can be.The comments like 'You are 'only' human' or 'Its in human nature to make mistakes' are not rare at all.All our mistakes are attributed to us being essentially faulty and yet all our glories are a result of 'luck' or something up there that we just cant explain.Anything but us.Anything but human.Why is it that we choose to ignore the world around us that we have built with our own hands.Why is being pathetically humble held in such high regards?I am not saying man should start worshipping the human race itself but credit should be given where it is long due.Any mention of human perfection is fought bravely by man himself with a million examples of pain and sorrow in this world caused by our actions.If only some of these efforts were directed towards solving some of those problems,the world would be a better place to live.
Acceptance of life as it is given to us and living it to the fullest is all that is asked of us.It cant be very complicated can it be?The human spirit is not to be limited by laws and boundaries created by a society afraid of its own glorious potential.A society that is so afraid of man's limitless potential that it curbs it by making walls and ceilings around it in the name of 'good' and 'bad','right' and 'wrong','perfect' and 'imperfect'...'man' and 'god'.
There is only one life to live.Only one life to love.The celebration of imperfection...