Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Pavement pine

Clumsy flimsy
Willy nilly pine tree
Green and gawky
Prickling pensive passersby
Crouching slouching shadow
Unlit and in the way
Waiting to slip into
Tinsels and twinkles galore
To grandly command
Streetlights in single file
To bring in the snow

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Monday, October 26, 2009

New Here

This is a love song. Sing it your way.

Something feels so very wrong
Looks like your things are all gone
Trailing behind you
They'll be sticking around you
I should do something with all this space
Maybe I'll move into a smaller place

This new world feels so strange
It seems familiar
But it's not quite the same
I feel so new here
It's not like I never lived here
Come back! Let's never be alone
Come back! Let's just go home

Who needs a rocket ship
To leave gravities ol' grip
I knew I was leaving this world behind
That moment I touched your fingertips
Shouldn't have let go
I gotta get back on track
I'm not sure where I drift
My shore won't pull back

This new world feels so strange
It seems familiar
But it's not quite the same
I feel so new here
It's not like I never lived here
Come back! Let's never be alone
Come back! Let's just go home


Thursday, October 15, 2009

Funeral for a Friend

A cool crisp morning
Is a good beginning
To a brand new life
You've been flailing
All ghoulish night long
Against the soundless
Sateen casket sides

The funeral procession
Plunged you unheeding
Into the ravenous dark
Of soil sodden night
It shuffles away with
Your cut of daylight

Your friends live on
Clutching a dim grief
Dwindling under the sun
Returning to the relief
Of routine.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Dil-e-Mann Musafir Mann

Mere dil, mere musafir
Hua phir se hukm sadr
Ke watan-badar hon hum tum
Dein gali gali sadaaein
Karein rukh nagar nagar ka
Ke suraag koi paayein
Kisi yaare naamabar ka
Har ek ajnabee se poochein
Jo pata hai apne ghar ka
Sar-e-koo-e-naashnaayan
Hamein din se raat karna
Kabhi is se baat karna
Kabhi us se baat karna
Tumhe kya kahoon ke kya hai
Shab-e-gam buri bala hai
Hamein yeh bhi tha ganeemat
Jo koi shumaar hota
Hamein kya bura tha marna
Agar ek baar hota!

-Faiz Ahmed Faiz


Cover

My heart, my wandering heart
It has been decreed once again
That you and I leave our land
Crying out from lane to lane
Seeking town after town
For some kind of sign
From a friendly messenger
Asking every stranger
The way to our own home
Heading into unfamiliar avenues
We turn day into night
Now speaking with him
Now talking to her
How can I explain what it is
The eve of sorrow is a wicked curse
I could have accepted it
Had it brought me some notice
Dying wouldn't be so bad
If it were only once!

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Sunday to be Monday





For those who've slept
For those who've kept
Themselves jacked up
How Jesus wept
Sunday
Sunday

For those in need
For those who speed
For those who try to slow their minds with weed
Sunday
Sunday

For those who wake
With a blind headache
Who must be still
Who will sit and wait
For sunday, to be monday

Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination run away

For those with guilt
For those who wilt
Under pressure
No tears over spilt milk
Sunday
Sunday

Sunday
Sunday

Sunday
Sunday

Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination runaway

Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination runaway

Thursday, April 9, 2009

The ol' sound off

What's your problem anyway? You just don't get it! I ask you for just one simple thing, one basic task, with clear instructions, and you just refuse to oblige me. How often do I even approach you? I come to your window and you just put me down with your ruthless logic. You just don't listen. My inputs mean nothing to you. You either ignore them completely or you turn them into exactly what you want them to be. That is if you decide not to bring up ancient history and get completely nuerotic. I don't know why you can't let go of the old arguments. And I just don't know what to expect anymore. You keep me hanging all the time, waiting for you to do your bit and just make it work for once. But it never does, does it? You simply cannot help rattling off your list of contradictions for every little statement I dare to make. It's always if this or else that with you. Why is it so difficult for us to find some middle ground? I am forever trying to pacify you. I do everything the way you want me to. But you don't even think twice before you break away and point out my mistakes at every step. That is, if you don't freeze up completely while I try frantically go through the debris of everything crashing around us. I want to believe it's not you. I mean with parents like MATLAB and C++, how else could you be expected to turn out? I can imagine all the pressure you've had to deal with. But after spending some time with them last summer, I know that even though they're misunderstood, they do at least make an effort to be liked. I don't know why you can't even try to get along. I thought, I may be the one person who could get through to you. But Simulink, baby, you're something else.