Sequel to Gift of Gaze:Fall of Fame

It's another ploy of prosperity..
The glare of joy transcends tranquility..
The flame of fear recedes the shore..
And the gift of gaze flew alone..

I aim at winning the woes..
I can not help my trembling toes...
I wish I could reach the sky-
to make my dream fly so high..

Soon the joy kissed my fate..
Soon the ploy plays alone..
The lure and lust lament again
The fall of fame flees in pain..

May be this rhythm is all for none..
May be the words won't weave any thought..
Still I find I am in a place,-
Where people struggled to live,and fought...

There the glare laughs loud...
The grief of glory feels so proud..
So I start rhyming again..
Toiling n weeping in my tender garden!!

Gift of Gaze

(The lyrics of another song written by me)


Two sides of sorrow to savour a sane,
One side is open to step on to fame.
There ain't a posture to live up n gain,
And we can't open to erase our pain.

'Cause we know we live and we fail to pray for the tumbled thoughts n grace,
'Cause we know we leave and we fall a prey to a grief of gift of gaze! (chorus)

(Interlude)

Two rules of rebel to fire a fear,
One kills and comes back,seeking this share.
And no love wins there,no hate to play;
No soul of sin there and no rules of reign.

(chorus)

Disguise

(This is another song I have written lately..check this out and lemme know if u like it or not..)

With a lift of the eyebrow,
The eye speaks of a debt of the answers.
Leaving aside a touch somehow-
The lips grin,trembling outta pleasure..

Open the door when you're trying to embrace;
Put on the veil when you can not find a face;

The sweet heart of haze!

Of all tenderness we worship,
We haven't left its liquor on a shining silver pot.
In all bitter mess we cry for,
We haven't left our vision on a weeping,moistened spot.(chorus)

In all disguise...
In all disguise...
In all disguise!

(Interlude)

(chorus)

Mends of Motion..

With his strangled rigours and pain..
A life started to crawl up this street
His thought creeps past his silent solitude..
And he fails to pause in the midway..
He knows he had to fall
He wishes he could mend a fault..
But he can't fly..
There was a halt to heal the passion..
Still there was a dream to steer a function...
A function
driving his soul (to) run back...
down the street through the weeping boulevard..

And then he feels he is on the top....
He dares to stare down the street
The still breeze waved him back..
And he dived down to flee..
He turned his fate,and he played with a ploy..
to mend the things never to lose n cry..
The soul of a saint cries in delight
The lonely life beams again...


And then,

The still breeze started to blow....
The glimmering sunbeam started to shiver...
Still the life can't turn back...
This motion rushed back to stall,
There, the life stands still..
He can't move for a while...
Now the thoughts,brooding over the sky..
"Where to fly...
where to find..
Ain't I sleeping by now?
Ain't I stuck in this motion?
or I'm so free today..
There ain't a darkness to play!"

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!!