3rd dec 2010

Happy Engagement ....

May you never need me in your life ....

Sunshine

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Grave Diggers

This is a story, a life story of a planet

A planet full of young gals and boys
playing around with their guns and toys
They played with each other for too long
Too long to surrender
No one came back, but they kept their smile on
Cause they smile from six feet under

Here goes a son, goes a love
Fly the feathers of broken dove
To the peace, to the sun
To the light, long undone
And we're left with a golden history
of million miseries

I asked them,
Are you proud of your son and daughter
Was he someone you used to look after
How they feel now when everything is over
When all they can pray is RIP my brother

They were proud, Of course
but proud with a capital 'tear'
May be for missing them
May be the loss they had to bear
And a hope to happiness
A hope with capital fear
Of loosing a life midway
Will I again lose someone dear

Now they asked us
We won the war, but did we really win
From all those sins, how quickly we came clean
Part of my heart was chopped off and thrown
And you say you couldn't find the reason
Aren't you the ones
who should be hanged for treason

Here goes a son, goes a love
Fly the feathers of broken dove
To the line, to the nation
To the god, long forsaken
And we're left with one page history
of million miseries

Don't worry dead fellas.
We wont bother ourselves with your memories
We would just create some long lived legends
and few bed time stories
And we would try learn our mistakes, a lot of them
from all of your miseries
To give a whole page long biased lesson,
in the book of history

Of course we will be there on the funeral day
but we wont cry a shit
Cause when we needed you, we used you dry
Now we don't miss you a slightest bit
That's not what you had been told before,
but it worked! You got tricked!
Still we appreciate the sacrifice
for beer, sex, drugs and credit

If this is story of our planet
then it must really suck
And the scribblings on all the gravestones
would mean what the fuck.

One day I think,
our planet wont be green n blue
It would be black n red
But how does it matter now
That our souls are already dead

Here we go again
One more life wasted, insane
To our greed, to our treason
to the hell, without any reason
And we are left with a bleeding history
of million miseries.

Charcoal Me

Rose and lights and dreams and sky
where they ran, where they fly
I had a fiction, I had I
Wonder how long we stayed by

I know u, and u knew him
and he had known, all unseen
but when u asked, was it true
his silence had already forgotten you

I still lie, I am lying
I am truth, hence implying
what he was, I cant be
the fiction had already killed me