They offered me gold
To make true a few myths
Over the world control
With iron fists
Good all this seems
But I still thirst
The heart yearns
For the one I loved first
Widen your arms
So that I find space
And a warm embrace
To end this chase
She is my song, she is my paint
She’s on a dry day, rain
She is my pride in between shame
She’s on dark days, a bright flame
She in weakness, is my pillar
For strength she’s my shoulder
With time we are growing older
Same time a bit closer I hold her
She’s the feeling that burns inside
Like a hurricane you so like
The love on which life is defined
With pride cause she’s called mine
She’s my sleep, the kind with dreams
Like the early morning sun beams
For her the heart always skips beat
All I need is ‘her’ on repeat
Can you make this feeling die inside
There’s a bitter heartache in my head
Like a choked tear held in my mind
Waiting like a river to out spread
Can you make me whole again
Feed me a new sensation I haven’t felt before
Let on lies my hope regain
As I move alone on the dance floor
I need a new food for my exploding brain
Hey waiter do you hear me right
Give me a bottle of your finest procaine
I’ll sip it up like age old wine
Finally something to make the pain subside
Sleep will come before it is night
Once it wears of I’ll be back in plight
Till then forget the world and its fight
I do not find piles of snow under my shoes
Though I get up late, hitting the button snooze
Wrapped in a blanket, suffering Monday blues
The temperature has dipped, the change hitting the news
Doesn’t this climate, slow down time
Can you ignore beauty of the night so sublime
Can you be deaf to those roaring wind chimes
Can I be in love, wish it was not a crime
For warmth, two spoons and a bowl of chicken soup
Get on the bike; let’s go for a really long cruise
Only if you could understand these subtle cues
Or if I had the courage to put my proclamation through
A hill station is perfect, for its chill and the climb
Hot chocolate to relish and even green tea with lime
To savor this you don’t need many penny, nickel or dime
For conversations we need no words, we could manage with a mime
Out of imaginary snow, let’s build a snowman huge
What is winter without coffee, especially fresh brew
Many fall sick, and many fall for flu
Even I fell, merrily for you
There is love in the air, the clouds show me a sign
There’s love this winter and I have found mine
Amidst thick fog, you’re the only beam of sunshine
Both this feeling and the weather is divine
For you are chained from within,
Shackled to that watch on your hand,
Time ticking tic tic tic,
Walls build around attitudes that make you sick.
Restricted from flapping your wings,
Barred from flying away.
For your no normal girl, if we treat you like one on us abuses you’ll hurl.
There are little devils inside you, which keep you hopping jumping, making you behave the way you do.
Your the energy in a room,
Making guys go Vroom,
Your the pulse in a heart beat,
The bass beat in a music sheet,
Your presence is electrifying,
Your soul still mystifying.
You put all those around you in great pressure,
Trust me orange juice will give you more pleasure,
For your insane beyond measure.
Your not alone in this game,
There are two more who act the same.
Insane trinity, some one save us,
The love among you’ll is something to learn from.
There is so much madness going around, sometimes even I am left numb.
We live in a cage that we build,
Restricted by rules that make us riddled.
Flap you wings and fly out,
Raise your voice, its your life so scream and shout.
I know you have more tears than water in a well,
Save it for someone else, let your tormentors burn in hell,
this is no place of mourning,
For bring sane is boring.
Navys shall rise to protect your sovereign waters of freedom,
Sumos will guard you against troubled times and boredom,
You’ll always have the best of jobs around to build a new kingdom.
For we all are the same, just a little less insane,
Together we are all the more daring,
Ever crazy and ever caring,
For being sane is so boring.
Personification of my Imagination 