Nothing

So many lives faded, withered away. And many were born.
 Much that was great and significant sank into irrelevance.
 Today became history, history became legend,
 And fell into oblivion.
 Yet nothing vanishes without a trace.
 Everything that is sprang from what was.

Sweeping Tides

we were once so close
 and now so far
 once together
 now miles apart
 i should have known the friendship would grow cold
 even when you kept on telling me it wouldn't
 i hardly know you anymore
 and neither do you me


 what was once such a beautiful friendship
 is nothing anymore
 just a fragmented memory
 why did we have to drift apart?
 so slowly but so surely
 one day we were one and the next we were two


 it always happens, i should have known that
 we never had much keeping the flame burning
 it has now been extinguished
 without neither of us knowing
 but i do now, now its too late


 i no longer know you as much as i used to
 we hardly talk anymore
 but if i ask you why did we grow apart
 you always say we haven't
 yet we have cant you see?
 its not the same as it once was
 was it you or was it me?

Phantom of the Opera

Iron Maiden at their very fucking best _/\_

I've been looking so long for you now you won't get away from my grasp.

You've been living so long in hiding in hiding behind that false mask.And you know and I know that you ain't got long now to last.Your looks and your feelings are just the remains of your past.
You're standing in the wings, there you wait for the curtain to fall.Knowing the terror and holding you have on us all.Yeah, I know that you're gonna scratch me, maim me and maul.You know I'm helpless from your mesmerising cat call.
Keep your distance, walk away, don't take his bait.Don't you stray, don't fade away.Watch your step, he's out to get you, come what may.Don't you stray, from the narrow way.
I'm running and hiding in my dreams you're always there.You're the Phantom of the Opera, you're the devil, you're just out to scare.You damaged my mind and my soul it just floats through the air.Haunt me, you taunt me, you torture me back at your lair.

Musings of a Confused Mind

Dusk dawn on me, so cold so cold,
A light sliver from the night I see, unfold,
And the coldest wind it blows on me,
As the sky seeps into black,
And the nervous sick inside of me,
Holding itself back,
And I cant see in front of me,
And I cant see behind,
And I don't know where I'm going,
Or the things that I will find.

Now let my ceiling turn to sky,
And let it darkened be,
And let the air run through my throat,
And rise me up to sea,
And everything is falling,
And I am losing time,
But the air is holding me,
And keeping me alive,
And as I rise I feel the stars,
Start to swallow me,
And in the dark I felt my heart,
Struggling to break free.
And if you try walking towards the light,
You too shall be.

Birthdays on Retrospection

Birthdays. Day of birth. Janmadiwas and what not. You only get one per year and there's always great expectations going into it. It did used to be the day when all your friends and family come over to your house, cut some cake, play games and tear open the gifts and just go bonkers with delight. And then you grow up and with that goes the joy you get from all the smaller things. You begin to understand, you become 'mature' and with that a little selfish. The number of gifts doesn't satisfy you anymore, it's what inside them that counts, family celebration tends to take the backseat and you only want to go out and party with your peeps. The expectations are much higher than before and you'll look forward to it more than ever. As the 18th approaches the feeling cannot be described. Officially an adult, legally permitted to do whatever you want, complete freedom in front of you and for special gifts for this special occasion. But then you slowly start to realize that birthdays are overrated. When you look back, you'll find them to be routine except for a few surprises and maybe some unforgettable moments but mostly just like any other day. All the parties and grand eloquent gestures don't seem to appeal to you anymore and the day turns out to be much more ordinary than you've imagined it to be. And if you happen to be in college, and if your birthday is anywhere near the exam time, you might as well just forget it's your birthday. They're gonna make you overwork and piss you off so bad that it pretty much ruins everything. So when you finally return from the ordeal you might find something as you go through all your birthday wishes, something that can turn your day around. It could be a small text from a long lost friend or a mail from a dear one but you will find it just when you've given up on trying to make it any better. And that's when you realize that sure, grand gestures are pretty great and make for a great snap but in the end it is the small things that count. The small things that make your day. The small things that bring back the joy of the past, the same joy of those parties with friends and family, of those silly little games and of ripping open those gifts. Because it is these small things that make you feel loved, and that's what makes birthdays so special.

Sweet Nostalgia

After years of tiresome days,
 I visited the place where I was made.
 It didn't changed with passing days
 But was beautiful and laid back as always
 While walking through the lonely grasses,
 I felt the presence of my young life.
 Old friends did bring up the old memories
 Everything had changed and yet it was all the same.
There was something about that place,
That despite having none of the hangout places we're used to,
Still made me come back for more.
And though time has passed and I moved on to different cities, better than this,
None of them captivated my heart,
Like that the heart of the country did.

The "Glorious" Purpose

The dead and dying laying in piles
carnage of the pointless war
buildings hazed to the ground
Nothing but devastation meets the eye
Young men and women back from the front
suffering from the horrors seen and committed
knowing they have blood on their hands
and for what? So that someone  can lay their claim on a piece of land? Certainly no gain earned.
What should always be remembered is that in war,
There is no enemy, there is no victory
Only young children who lost their lives in the sand.
Blindly following orders made from afar
people who have never seen the awful carnage
who sleep safe in warm beds with pleasant dreams
Because the rich wage wars and it is the poor who die
no God, no religion justifies slaughtering innocents to claim bragging rights.
You don't find sheep killing each other on someone else's command. 
Maybe if they had to spend a couple of weeks
fearing daily for their sorry worthless lives
amidst the wreckage that they have caused
If they see the families they've torn apart, the women they've widowed, the children they've orphaned.
If they can see that the price of war is not the billions of dollars of loses but the millions of innocent people being sacrificed in the name of peace
Maybe then they will see how pointless it was in the first place..