jick jang

jick jang meglomenf
hower tang and a pang of wang
jick jang hear my song
tang tang get outta ur pang
jick jang the world is strange
jick jang have a change of heart
andha jhanga jsosm pheetum leesbo haiaiap,,ls
ahahahaha freak o sunday morning coffee
freako freako pang wang tang

minmins

love hurts and its very painful.a throbbing pain which words cannot describe, whole days nights u think about something which we cannot touch but feel.that is the problem with all this mushy stuff u have to get over it.and sometimes God sends someone to help u when u need it the most.To give u the boost and just say you were not that bad and things happen..it is said angels took the human kids away and left us with their own.and wen u meet a person like this ,happy vibrant and full of laughter..u start to believe.and believing is the first step to getting over it.forgetting ur pain and keep ur chin up.we never loose anything by loving ,a brother loves a sister and a mother loves her kids ..and the beauty of these relations is that neither expects any thing in return.And so i am happy and mins mins made me realize love is all about giving ,the rest will follow on its accord.this is for you :)

no love

after a long time i finally managed to fall into a depression...strange but true.thrs this day when ur so escatic .u go to meet somebody and urr heart is filled with excitement.pure joy nothing comes to ur mind .and i have lived tht moment when i was in the taxi to a place i will never forget.i was in love ..call me stupid but the events looked musical right from the time she stepped up that road with a beaming face and her favourite kurta and her imported bag and her sweet floaters.and its all gone just like that.i guess thats what we learn as we go along ..its not up to us really..and she says to me be practical...but i say ye this call is mine..let me be this way let me dream ..i said i wont love again.baby u made me strong .the question is how long will it take for u to understand whats really important...social obligations ,reservations ,family ,whats really important..is u.no one will free u ..i tried to hold on to u and i got my lesson.fly again and come back to me some other day ,maybe on the other side of the world ,maybe in the next life but please when u come spare me the practicality ...love me like u never loved ever

My first love song

long long time ago
i had laid my eyes on you
believe me when i say it was meant to be
so now ...i sing for u

if u believe there's heaven up above
u must see my love for u is pure
just like a dew drop on a fresh morning
just like the new born butterfly

hey girl love me for a minute
i will love you for eternity
hey girl think about me this moment
it will give me eternal bliss

does it matter who i am
does it matter where i am from
do u think that i see anything other than love
hold my hand dear girl and let me show u the sunrise

hey girl love me for a minute
i will love you for eternity
hey girl think about me this moment
it will give me eternal bliss

random(dont read)

i think its gone.maybe there was nothing from the start.but the sun has shone brightly today and i looked into the sky and i saw new hope after so many days.maybe its the music playing thats giving me the high.but i enjoy the immense bliss that i sometimes experience.i expect people to feel that when they are with me no matter how less time they spend .i feel like running ,keep running keep falling in love.i would love to tour the world.meet new people ,real people who would value doo as much as i do.this world needs men who leave a stamp,a stamp of proof that nothing has changed.ther's harmony where we seldom expect.maybe the only love i got was from a dog,but not many people are proud of that.nothing has changed .maybe we need to imagine more and believe more.believe in us,believe in u.

builder me

maybe i am loosing what was quintessential to me..a least some time back.my figurehead was to go for it..to achieve higher limits ..yo explore the unknown ..to be strong.these very things look at me weirdly ,questioning my conviction.maybe lot of days spent in idleness has made me incoherent.where are the days when i considered the only value worth pocessing ,intelligence.maybe intelligence was different for me ,its different for me now too.to have a sharp mind without the power to build is incomplete.man's sole need is innovation and to better his power to build.what we must not forget is whatever there is is BUILT from nothing.when do i start to build ,this is the question that irks me.i need to vent out my ideocracy in blogs in forums..but this promise comes as an oath to me and to you.when i start to build God save your ass :)

rock revisited part 1

some things in life sound rythmic and slowly a subtle thing slips from beneath our feets...the thin line which divides obscurity from simple plain.let me explain to you in the most simple way, the doc to a man.Now why did i write "the doc to a man"?read the sentence with and without with that part ..there's a difference different sounds.so it actually really matters what kinds of sounds you like.i may go like "i had luck today"...and then maybe i wud write "hay ho sun shine on my luck today"..thats being happy and almost expressing your gratitude on luck.this is how songs are written this is how lyrics should be ..musical .music cannot be forced into lyrics but lyrics should breed music.

lets try out four lines of a song.first let it be done your way.

"last april,i left my dear old school
so many years i will never forget
so many faces i will never regret
i miss u i miss u"

this is good actually and ya u cud make a cuddly song with it..but lets get deeper,thats whats rock all about eh

maybe i wuyd sing like this
" it was last april my heart broke in two
that old school that old old place those old and gold i forget
hey baby give me five make me high and let me regret
lemme regret my life i had with them ,make em longer so u wish hey baby
wish wish i miss u soo wish wish oh ho"

:)

THE DEATH METAL SONG-part1-album-the beginning

look aside dear miss
have a sideways glance
take my hand or you shall trip
life is getting shorter
every minute gets longer
i dont want to look at you
i dont want to spit at you
i dont want to hate you
i dont want to love you
i want to kill you

thr rose is black
the thorns have blood
and i can feel the heat
sweat in my brows
i am tired too tired to give up.
i will kill you because you killed me
because love left me and my shadow shone in the sun
shadows should be dark
but when shadows go
when softness grapples
hold me tight strangle my youth

i dont want to look at you
i dont want to spit at you
i dont want to hate you
i dont want to love you
i want to kill you


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fukk

after many days i sit down to write again.today i am unforcefully dissatisfied.there was a time when words came out easily and life was simple.life was very simple.we were kids and work was play and play was work.suddenly out of the blue ,thunderstruck i realized that i am no longer young to be free.we are always under some sort of control.where is freedom.if google gives u 10 lakhs and u write the software for say another online society or another blog.how long can a man do things which are shit.how long.we are chained and we dont know because we get paid salaries and keep cars and have the illusion that we dwell freely spend as we wish.but tell me one fukking day u got up and felt free ,u can not and may not do what u wish.you may but first ..change your mind and hold my hand

black as rain this forest goes
seldom do i have to forsee
the music is here and within
lay your eyes on the yellow path
hey baby give me your hand
dont ever leave me framed
my old frame looks at me
with the rage and ferocity
i cry but my tears fade away into black
black rain wash me away
its time to lift my head and
see your beauty in bliss
to moving light grows dim
my eternal sanity
i forget
i forgive
let me be framed within

this is the end.its getting late at night and i am still bewildered ..more at myself than anybody else.it seems just yesterday when i promised myself i would not love.promises should not be broken ,but such sweet a person came swaying into my life,i couldn't help it.with my knowing without my knowing i fell head over heels.maybe she likes me too ,but has reasons to refrain from letting go.i have gone crazy ,so she agrees,life is strange .i dont feel like letting go,letting her go,and she can't let go off her black box of limitations.we are both stuck.at first i was hurt and i sped away into the streets cursing myself of having comitted the same blunder all over again.later i realized that everything happens for a reason and love is holy and love should be held at a higher position.i no longer felt ashamed of having loved , but instead i felt elated to have loved in such a short time and this was the first time i expressed it.i will wait for u till eternity , i 'll wait for you to come back to me

harsh

the world is harsh

i am harsh too

venom does bot flow through my veins

so in this world

i love

and do the mistake

the unforgivable curse

i hate me for being so naive

and fall for fantasy

blinding my self from what is real

and i hope that other people see

lift up their veils

and understand that sunshine is eternal

when its in your mind

the way things should be

no reservations

no grudges

so i am happy again

to know that i can still love

love you

late goodbye

today had an outing

to palash

ranchi is beautiful

we laughed a lot

it was like old days

maybe never again we will all get together like we did today

but after we remembered old days

i think

that in each one of us there will always remain

a small part that will be ranchi

peaceful hilarious and native

where ever we tread we will live with it

and tell stories and get nostalgic

the sunshine ,blue skies

black field our good ol skool

cheers

old days

this day was special.

met an old friend

had a good laugh

went through old streets

looked at them trees

smelled those years

we spent together

got sent back in time in mind and in feet

the air felt light

nothing ever changes

good friends never die

they love you u love them

and the world is ok again

i am happy

ranchi

its so quiet here i can barely hear myself.so peaceful never get that feeling of rush or haste.all my activities and the things i planned to have slowed down.i keep evrything for tomorrow ...just like this entry it was supposed to be here ;long ago...but...ranchi is my home and its my favourite place in the whole wide world.every street and every corner makes me nostalgic ..sometimes i wonder and stare at the walls of my room and ponder "HAS ANYTHING REALLY CHANGED?"

high without alcohol

its strange this feeling i hv now,,,almost so weird ..i am not alcohol but i feel heady..i have work,but as of now i am relaxed ,i have worries but as of NOW i seem least bothered.some kind of heady feeling ...almost funny,but tired to smile.....so this part is see my emotions..its graphic see at ur own risk

THE GRUDGE SONG

hey baby..hey baby
have u ever felt the feeling light
have u ever felt the going high
high high hiiiiiigh have u ever felt even near...
i like to hear you scream
make the world disappear
hey you can you hear me
across the wastefulness
hear the rhythm baby
light old fragrant steps..lightly stepping towards heaven
hey you listen to me
do u feel me move..move relentlessly
do u feel the cymbals crashing out obscurity
hear the screaching guitars
no words baby there are no words ..this is music
baby this is music
sway sway away sway away from the rest
hit me kick me but dont have a grudge on me
rise with me home sweet home
to green fields of unknown tempo
bark bark cry cry
hey baby
feel me go away away
dont have a grudge on me...

bye

its time to leave belgaum .4 years have passed by like seconds.i still remember and cherish my hostel days..i have grown from there.people have influenced me..but most of all i myself have opened up to my own resourcefulness .the thing is i had a heck of a time.friends ,booze ,friends and booze.its been like a mantra...getting caught by policemen at 3 in the morning ..drunk..bike taken away..the next day spent in getting back my bike,,fond memories of yore...memories to stay forever.getting drunk and forgetting everything,puking helping others puke,getting up with a hangover.this was life ,but such untended joy of life cannot last forever.but,i am happy that i did enjoy,i will miss u guys,i will miss those wild nights and those sleepy days...i love u ,,adieu my friends ..keep me in your hearts..

my dog

i loved my dog.
she was so cute and alive..
we spent the whole day together...
i had brought her when she was very small..
so small that she would sleep in my arms and not make a noise.
su was so full of energy...
she leapt from one corner of the room to the other...she kept trying to climb the bed
stretched and strecthed and she finally made it..
so i gave her the rightful spot..she slept at my feet..
and would wake me up each morning
it was wonderful i loved her and she loved me..
but good things dont last long..
maybe some poison or a dogbite
and she was ill..
the end came so fast it was too quick to react
i remember the last night with su...
she could not sleep ...
she could not cry ...
i kept telling her we would go to the doctor tomorrow
but she did not wait
she died in my arms and took my soul with her
she will live eternally in my mind and in my heart
she was mine

vela

i am free again...
this space ..void of duties and commitments
some say that an idle man is a devil's workshop..
but this phrase is itself normative.
a workshop is the temple of my mind.
creative juices come from all corners..
there's nothing to do but sit and think
what better can a man ask for..
i had moments like this in childhood...
then it was months now its only a few days..
think a lot..
and relax ..few people know how to relax..
i can lie down hours not doing a single thing
and that heals me..heals those wounds that i have gathered
trudging along misty roads.
i love to live again..maybe love again..feel alive again.
if you see me tomorrow i won't smile..
but my face will be glowing and so will yours if you see the sunshine

scram while u can

love lost ...
i am a ghost
my expressions may seem peculiar
and my thoughts unreal
my soul is empty now
the thing i expected
the thing that was bound to happen
four years of perennial pain...
anguish hopelessness and hope
the real world is strange
and true love cant reach more than touch
lust is primarily the source of unbound energy
emotions make men weak
i write in blood
screaming waiting to tear the person into shreds
who made me an empty soul
and screaming past endurance
in hope of nothing
as i expect nothing
as i want nothing
but blood..

war and pettiness

today i received my farewell gift from my dept.
the wind is angry and so am i.
lowest marks in seminar is not what baba deserves.
ill kill them who differ.
as i sit down with a cool head i realize
mediocracy is gifted not by God but my men
because they..yes they feel safe...
it would take a war to defeat these people
they are spread ..widespread ..common to all places
but.an army will rise,my army and the likes of me
till then i am hopeful,and you are too...
the wonders you have not yet witnessed
till my last breath i wish to show them
for now,you have to wait ..wait for sunshine

wasted nights

ya and the fragility isnt costing me a dime
time is ticking and the sound is deafening
its night dawn i never know but
my mental capacity is gearing up
and every time exams come
real close
everything else washes away
i am the same old boy reading
the boy of yore who had wondrous eyes
and a soft cheek
blessed is my sound mind so that i can speak

fever

hot and sweaty..exams are coming
we are running running away
running towards
inevitable fate that awaits us
no more mo less
time is very less
so i cant write long and measure my words
to keep u posted
have fun while exams are at bay