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A boat full of gold, still searching for treasure
a row of sorrow, a row of pleasure
Cutting through the storm to reach an island
where gold is exchanged for life
with a meaning yet undefined

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Unafraid

Wrong or right don't matter anymore
I am turning blind eye to world with open arms
tears have dried up and people forgiven
cleaning up my life to make it mess again
so fond of disaster, it doesn't stop following me
goodness is on death bed, without dying
a door that cannot be closed, a story that cannot be told
I will open more doors and let the wounds be sore

Be what you are, anyways, there is no escape

Being alone is a feeling that can be enriching for some and scary for someone else based on the state of mind one is in. When one has so much to do which he or she does not like, having some alone time is the best thing that can happen. When one is left alone, suddenly tables turn and a longing for company is all one desires. What an Irony !!

Is it always like this in life. Why does it always seem so that grass is greener on the other side. How can one make peace with what he or she has in the present moment. How can someone be happy and become indifferent to the circumstances that one is in.

Some people say, if you don't give a damn about others, others opinion, others point of view, just be and do what you like then you will be happy.
Some people say, dedicate your life to others, others happiness, become the helping hand and support that others need, then you will be happy.
Some people say, Meditate, raise above the petty feelings, like hatred, competition, betrayal, etc.., just see everyone in the light of love, then you will be happy.
And so on.

I say, you are where you have to be. You think, what you are suppose to think. You decide, what you have already decided. You come into situations because you were supposed to be in that situation with that state of mind to perceive that situation and you act in that situation based on that perception.
One might argue, in such a case, everyone is correct in their sense and no one is wrong. A mosquito biting is correct for the mosquito, and killing the biting mosquito is correct for the one getting bitten. Thats life. Thats the nature of it. No one is equal but there seem to be a balance. We are just part of this balance and deeds we do is just trying to maintain that balance in the universe.  

Udasi

aasuon ki khwaaish nahi thi hame
aasuon ke khwaaish mein hum the
unki haasi ki khwaaish thi hame
magar unke gham ki vajah hum the

baadalon se na poocho barasna kya hota hai
jab barse, toh khud bikar gaye
bina nazre milaaye woh chal diye
toh yahan hum bikar gaye

Victims

Eyes are curious to see a sign of trust compassion and respect
Leaving a world where nothing to expect
God daemon love death, seen it all
Travel land sea ruins desert, listening to an inner call
Hoping for life that makes the journey worthwhile
Hoping for a time to get back the lost smile

Let's

Days go days come, time spent time undone
Growing old growing wise, being selfish and a little nice
Organized life chaotic head, just thoughts no words until bed
Love is there need a little spark, maybe a boat like Noah's ark
Let's not just stare at the door, expect less and do more

September Rain

Wet in your love, drying his pain
you turned around a man who was insane
he cries with a smile, tears tasting sweet
pieces put together and made him complete

rain of tears have a story to tell
some are true others are to sell
afraid of sinking, have no worries
we'll sail on the rain water with a boat made of stories