The day in a life of...

I wake up, find things to do,
Got a few missed calls from don't know who
brush my teeth, find nothing to drink
I m running behind schedule b4 I could think,
time to begin another day,
gotta check the weather, hoping summer stays,
old socks see the laundry bag,
the towel sees my bare back,
i miss the bus now another 15 minutes,
shuffle a few songs for another nostalgic visit,
hop on a subway, and i realise i missed a meal,
so its back pocket to drill,
it has to be something cinnamon,
gotta pay my sweet tooth its dividend,
a bottle of iced tea to keep my throat wet,
a lot less modern but they call it the rocket,
carries me slowly to my stop,
and again theres a 5 minute walk,
boss is mad coz usually i m on time,
my coworkers ask me if i m fine,
i pretend to, i think they know it too,
few hours on and the back pain raises it ugly hood,
gotta eat now all i ate since morning was a donut,
i m getting mad knowing these customers r so dumb,
and hunger is making matters worse,
but before that time to scatter dust,
finally i get to eat, and 5 minutes to beat,
back to work againi m holding my back
few minutes of pain and i start ignoring that,
may be its sleep or working long hours the day before,
whats the reason i m not sure,
finally the rush is less,
time to relax,
i m getting calls but i can't talk,
5 to 7 missed calls thats what i got,
i gotta eat something b4 i leave,
i leave without nothing, you wouldnt believe,
12 is the time i get off, but i m there till 45,
we talk about girls, politics and what we like,
damn i missed my bus gotta run to catch the next one,
wait a moment i gotta put my words into action,
i hope to reach fast, or else i will have to walk home,
all this time music gives me company,
i listen to those songs which are worthy,
music keeps me moving, have u heard that saying?
it only stops at night when i m praying,
ask God a few things not for myself,
God give me heaven coz i m already in hell*

Traveller

it only takes one word to hope
but moneywise i m broke,
just so that you know,
take my hand and i would go,
take me to the promised land,
we don't always get what we plan,
but still we do what we can,
i m a bigger person,
out of the 19" screen i only follow the little cursor,
can't lose sight of my goals,
no matter how old,
everybody has a story untold,
but with times i mould,
sometimes i can't stand,
And i just killed the sand bag*

Never had a friend like me

So what do u do
when your best friend acts like,
everybody u had to go thru to be where u stand,
when only person that was on ur side,
stands on the other,
i can't explain the pain u suffer,
when their pain was yours,
and their struggle was yours,
you felt the every inch of pain they felt,
And you forgive coz they left,
you gave ur best,
just to see them happy,
the ones with whom
you were closer than family,
the times you remember so well,
now u only wanna forget,
so now i m ready whatever may come,
coz i took enough shots without a gun,
they never even tried to,
never cared, who i was,
or what i was made of,
all the sacrifices made,
that never saw the light,
more than a few times, my soul died,
but i resurrected it more than twice,
friends come and friends go,
but me, i stand alone,
choices are made,
you all made it clear,
so i m ready for death or insanity,
whatever i near,
they did what they had to do,
they never tried to understand me,
or be the friend we can be,
i came through everyttime they tried me,
i guess its not their fault to,
bcoz they never had a friend like me*

Shine

Plants oscillate,
winds hug them like they relate,
sun shines bright,
colors fade in the night,
but for the morning, new colors to display,
many shall taste the nectar today,
bring an end to everybodys dismay,
i hope the whole 12 stays this way....

untitled

If pain is love,
i own a house,
but if not i m a street dweller,
if love is blind
i m a bank teller...

Eternally Sleepless

Breaking norms,
Taking forms,
may He warn,
I m making storms,
finding ways they inform,
peace is a word that needs reform,
all through the struggle its keeps me strong,
so tell me where does weak belong?
i blink an eye and the week is gone,
is this time travel or am i just faster,
my strings don't snap, so i praise the master,
my eyes go wet even in laughter,
let me live now, i shall sleep after*

Rage

Rivers rage and the rapids flow,
Music calms me like a tragic soul,
thats something i got the fetish for,
let me get high let the magic soar,
it is, if it is atleast known,
now my soul is that little grown,
this is what keeps me grounded on cloud 9,
and i come back when escalators r fine,
almost nothing rhymes,
and i find inspiration in torrid times,
when my fake smile shows, all seems fine,
i discover a planet and say its mine*

Paint

Patience is not a virtue
When the world is pushing me into a vaccum
who do i run to.
my future is doomed,
i slit my wrists and paint the room,
i should paint the sky instead,
it should be enough for the litres i had,
And with both hands i bled,
Yes, its true what you read,
Like winter miss mewhen my green leaves are dead