Aimless

Life is too short
Time runs so fast
I ate a goat
Got cholesterol
Silent torture
Small aperture
Nothing to lose
Anything I choose
Gameless
And I play less
Powerless
Neighbourless
Nameless
Aimless
But not shameless

Temptation

And as the heat turns up
I need to still get up,
and cling to you
Because my time is up
And I can feel the cup
I better cling to you
Lo and behold
I am seeing stories untold
My mind is dark
By the dreams in black,
and I cant get it right
Craving for colors,
to feel some pleasure
I have ditched myself
Oh, the treachery,
digital pheromones luring me
And I can feel the touch,
and I can feel the pain,
so I run to it.
When the feeling is pain,
for days and nights
I find refuge in it.
I know it is not right,
but now it feels all right
So I reach for it.
And when the feeling is gone,
with guilt, I am left on my own
What a sad dance!
Going round and round,
reaching nowhere soon
I need to change my mind.
But with the ailment on
I am always by the phone
Who will get me through?

Life song

I was clueless
I was lawless
Pretended to be flawless
I was mindless
I was reckless
Every body was speechless
I was ambitious
But not judicious
So now my life is in pieces
Dwelled on praises
From the masses
Imaginary self appraisals
Getting nervous
Scene is tempestuous
For reasons that are baseless
Nefraious
Is sometimes behavior
From the sensless reservior

Wrong

Apologies to Depeche Mode

I was born in the wrong house, in the wrong place
With the wrong mind and a wrong taste
To the wrong parents and a  wrong sibling
With a wrong character, others hated
I went to the wrong school
Made the wrong friends, did the wrong things that haunt me
Got the wrong treatment, building wrong emotions
And a wrong attitude to everything
I got a wrong job, in a wrong place
With a wrong salary
Working wrong hours, eating wrong things
Giving me a wrong stomach disease.
I fell in love with the wrong girl, who took a wrong decision.
I made the wrong talk, wrong phone calls
And showed a wrong behavior
I took the wrong drugs in the wrong dose
After meeting wrong physicians
I am on the wrong road, in a wrong car
To a wrong destination

Sultry Suicide

This time she is gentle
She knows I am weak
Emotionally and mentally
Too many doctors I 've seen
Conflicting ideas,
different schools of thought
Varying experiences,
different diagnosis,
contradicting counsels.
I feel the life inside me,
is hanging by a thread,
of God's mercy that never ends
I don't want to go to heaven,
I don't want to see hell
Sleeping in a nice pasture,
till everything is well.
I am so calm today,
oozing fury clamped
And she is so gentle today
leading me to the deathbed
I have no tears, I can't cry
I have no complaints
I don't blame anyone
Even me for this state

Harlots don't Cry

Harlots don't cry
We always justify
We find it hard to live by
We are afraid to die
So we lie
There is a remedy
We need no sympathy
I say that lovingly ;-)

Hardened soul some times

Melts when children my cry

While I abduct others' and sell

To keep living inside this shell

Countless countless are missing

The serpent in my is hissing

Parents tired of losing

Government goes excusing

Parallel life, a different face

Nanny some times

Just to get confidence

To carry out my abductions
Some times I look back
To see the tearful mother
Harlots do cry
But will you let us change?

Dreams & Art

I don't like where my dreams take me
I don't like what my dreams show me
Getting up my mind it replays
All the abominations witnessed by me
United abominations against me
War by sanctions, law for peril
I don't like the themes heard by me
I don't like the music sung in me
Replayed on and on
Like from a smart phone
Shouts of silence I plead
I don't like the art seen by me
More than dual meaning in them I see
Embarrassing is the coincidence
Of interpretations
Laud subjective truth
You are the sustainer of art
Each one with his or her interpretation
Making you richer as the numbers increase