Saturday, December 01, 2012

The One



As I lose my self a little every day, I dream on to become the one
As I walk on this path all alone day by day, till I am done
And how I mock myself again and again, the other me just watch
A few blur memories though, make me feel the sweet touch

So I deal with things, which have gone wrong, things I have done wrong
I look back and I see me, the same old me singing, the same old song
How good things would be, how good I should be
Unpacked thoughts and inconvenient lies, an awkward mind in me.

Comfortable pain or desirable death, they confuse me every time.
As life plays on and we all play along, just like mimes
I am out to find answers but the questions are so incomplete
Like all the dead puzzles came alive and back on their feet.

As I live myself a little every day, to make myself the one
As I trip and fall everyday on this path, watch my bruises burn
And how I push myself over and over, the other me makes fun
I smile at him and continue to live, as I am, still undone.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Love and other bruises

Otherwise my life would be alright, if I didn’t see you that night,
Wish it wasn’t raining from evening and wish you were out of my sight.
As you were walking by, snuggling and giggling, holding hands and him beside
And my whole world came crashing down. That night, love died.

You were the one I ever loved; you were the one I ever had
As you promised to be with me, forever or so you said.
Why you have to do me so wrong, leaving me in this road all alone
Was it something I did or said, for what you have to hurt me so bad?

I thought you are only mine, but I failed to read those signs
I should’ve seen it in your eyes, your love was in disguise.
But I was too blind to see, that you were cheating on me
As I was cold and alone in my bed, you were sleeping with other guys.

So you are leaving now and your eyes are filled with tears
You kissed my lips goodbye, but now, it hardly matters
I tried to smile but couldn’t, as from this ripped heart, blood oozes
And I go on, with these love and other bruises.