Search for the Heaven

(This is the lyrics of one of the few songs I have written of late..check this out n lemme know if u like it or not)


Self assured,
I am searching for my heaven.
I am living in a dark,
I am walking down the grey lane.
Down this boulevard
that weeps in peace n tells..
Yes,I am in the hell,
n I am holy child o' insane..

Through my tears,
I feel I am on a voyage.
I have to sail..
Till these lonely tears can moisten
my dreams-
I am hoping you will see..
O insane..
You are peeping through the glimpse.

O holy child,
My thoughts are not driven
by my soul,
She leaves her pain again.

Yes I am living in the dark,
I am holy child o' insane..
n I am self assured....
I am searching for my heaven!!(chorus)

Entity

My dreams- they sail through a sky,
In a quest of the tender sunshine..
A blind conscience cries for a smile..
And a bruised body awaits a satisfaction..

A soul snarls and questions,
And vies for a piece..
And a love patrols
With the purple blotch of illusion..

A heart paints the colors of lust..
Casting an eye of sarcasm..
And there, the brain-door ajar..
With the passage of beam of healing intellect...

Still the petals get withered..
An eye of affection smiles behind..
I walk alone
In the Twilight of Salvation.

Journey

Through the darkest shadow in the street..
I walk past the bungalow...
I hear the cry of a child...
I lift my eyebrow...
I stare at the mist to find...
I pause for a while..
And,
I nodded,..
I started again...
Walking silently to reach a point..
Ready to evade such sudden onslaught..
Like the child's cry....
Yes,I am on to a journey to the very end...
Trifle of tears can not moisten a contempt...
The songbirds start to sing...
And a lonely heart,ready to vie for a feast of flesh...
I heard the melancholy of the flute...
The piper silently strolls and plays......
But I dare not look back...
I can not let 'em pull the rug
From under these feet..
The lane of lust isn't far away..
A high incidence of desire on a mind..
A brothel of beasts awaits a human..
But still my mind not ready to cease...
Weaving its lust to get to the feast...
I stagger along the street..
And I can not cease...
Still I dream of a feat....
The deep incisions interwoven with scars of fear..
And I peer..
Through the hole of sorrow...
Through the beam of my joy....
But I have to sleep..
'Cause the journey isn't o'er..
And I'm the Eternity of Ecstasy!!

Creep

Hey creep!
Unveil the face of ferocity..
Uncork this wine of desire..
Sail through the streams of fear,..
And then you scream-
Until you feel,-
You're lost within this mist..
And you cry,
As you try..
To turn 'round n join the feast..
A feast of flesh n the twist of thoughts,
Torment these waves,engulf the "Dark"!
Reap the heart,pull the head off...

'Cause,
A lone conscience toils again,
The leaves in the mist have wept so long,
The flute's pain has suffered alone,
The songbird starts to sing again,
Unvanquished lust creeps in vain!

Hey!
Holy child of the Insane..
Behold!-
The sign of sorrow crawls off to smile
Hey creep!pull the strings back..
To get your Man underneath your feet,
You smile,
Or you cry,
Step on this soil of solitude,
Knock on the door of hell..
Wish you find the land of Sane!!

Sequel to Void n Melancholy:War of Lust

A silent stroll through the streets of lust...
The barking hounds pounce on a corpse...
A shower of desire sweeps this dirt..
And I wander around to find a desert..
These withered leaves leave a spot..
Wide open to this adamant pause..
A pause to an endless motion..
A pause to the crawls of delight..
My shadow goes past my vision..
My thoughts smother my conscience,...
O Devil leave this stone unturned..
I want to fly to the sky...
The distant ocean still groans in pain..
It wants me steal in disguise...
The shunshine fades away..
The candle weeps behind...

I am left awaken to find..
A daze in a dream of paradise!

Void n Melancholy

A key to open a door
Locked for years of a child's cry..
The pale canvas of a moist mosaic
Fights itself to paint these dancing colors..
The silent patrol in a weeping desert
Finds its way to a ploy of rigors..
And a straw life liquor,left in the hand
To taste n sip through the waves of dreams..
It's opened the cage for this bird to fly
But the twilight in dust creeps in disguise.
The shattered mind unfolds its wings..
To sail through the clouds in the wide firmament...
The distant ocean starts to groan.....
And the tired legs staggered to the oasis..
The cruel ripples of those dancing devils
Leave a void of endless fear.....

I'm left alone in the daze...
To swallow the pills of sleeping despair!

Left with a stick to hold in his hands..
The old man lies on the floor..
Struggling to see through the window..
It's a chamber of dream
with its fright becoming a delight..
A delight-
of weeping vengeance
A delight-
of illusive fragrance.
And,the old man-
Ready to taste this straw wine...
Ready to find the way to salvation
amidst the dust..
Killing the lust..

One day the doors rattle,
This heavenly silence,vanquished...
That deadly clamour creeps through.
The old man can stand up...
Open up his eyes...
But he gasps...
starts sweating out...
sweat his fright out,
sweat his delight out...

And,the grey paradise goes on alluring his eyes..
Reaping a soul out of disguise...
He rubbed his tears off..
but with a palm that is too dusty to cleanse..
The heavenly hell is left behind...
He's onto a new destination....
An ode to captive redemption!!