We are aware...

We are aware that something is wrong,
We never care to write a song.
We live in ignorance,
and keep humming our dissonance.
We want to make a difference,
Just to create a presence.
We want to change,
But are let down when people behave strange.
We make a living knowing that we always,
Will have to be giving.
Some things remain the same,
'Cause from the inside we all are insane and life...
...Well it just remains.......

Effect

Effect is what we want to have on others.
Effect will remain on those affected.
Effect can be stimulating
Effect can be exasperating.
Effect can make us crazy.
Effect might make us happy.
Effect could also be long lasting.
Effect may move us or probably screw us.
Effect may eat us or it may beat us,
But it will never repeat us losers.

Could having an effect on others,
Make us lose ourselves?
Are we that weak,
That we need to have,
An effect on the meek.

Riding with Ms. Lizzy

Riding with Miss Lizzy,
Feeling all dizzy.

Sitting on my buns,
Cursing all the nuns.

Haven't reached that far,
Just cruising a lil over an hour.

We wanted to be together,
Figuring whether it would be forever.

We started in our teens,
And still its difficult to sell some beans.

Happy are we,
Cause between us we don't have any whisky.

We want us to live,
Cause theres so much we have to give.

Now we are old,
And we don't possess any more gold.

This was life,
And I'm glad I had my wife.

Our Minds

Our minds try to find the perfect grind,
Our lives go on just like knives,

We try to break just like,
An innocent earthquake.

We buy to feel a little happy,
And claim to be whole and hearty.

Is this the purpose for which we want to live?
Wouldn't death be an easier option to give in?

New Years Poem

I had written this poem on the 1st of January, 2007. I was high and waiting for the train at Mulund Station at Four O'Clock in the morning.

New year brings in joy and happiness.
We try to overcome our past,
Cause its not good to last.
We celebrate the new dawn,
A new beginning for a brand new lawn.

Our spirits are high, so does our neighbours sigh.
Old memories keeps us alive,
As also the anticipation of the New Year's scythe.

We want to live 365x24x7,
But is life worthy of being really precious...
I'm really not that sure as to why.............

I like...

I like my life, cause I have no wife.
I like to read, cause it increases my greed.
I want to write to improve my foresight.
I like to have desires, cause it stimulates my inner fire.
I dont like to dream cause it makes me scream.
I like Pink, but only when its before Floyd
I like to be brave, cause eventually i'll end up in the grave.
This my fellow being is what im trying to sing.

Making...

Making misery isn't everybodys pillory
Making someone learn, you need to have a yearn.
Making something grose you should have a good prose.
Making money is as difficult as satisfying your honey!
Making life is like an illusion trying to lay your own conviction.
We fight against zillions, we are heroes when we are born,
...and somehow it doesn't seem to last that long!

Light of day

When do we see the light of day?
Is it worth a wait?
We come across our fears everyday.
The stronger we are, the weaker we live in ourselves.

Hope keeps us living and dope gives us no savings.
We try to build, but fall for green leaves.
We make ends meet,
But eventually it just bends within...

Wanderer

Wandering in the concrete jungle,
I hope it does not consume us.
In our materialistic gaze, will be breathe life?
Can we filter out the filth that has embodied us?
Can we exhale life into innocent souls?
So that they can grind wheat into flour...