Sunday, April 29, 2012

Incorruptible




I have a question
Maybe two
Maybe a little more than a few

What makes it so offensive to
Keep in touch with your childish side?
Wanting no rules to abide?
Yelling while going down the slide?

Claiming something that isn’t mine
Running around knowing everything will be fine
Cry when I feel like crying
Make up stories mom ain’t buying

Don’t judge me
Cause I won’t share my ice-cream with you
Won’t finish it without spilling a few
Scatter my stuff and disappear from your view
Then, please don’t raise a hue

This world ain’t fair to the grownups and the mature,
I choose to be a kid, be innocent, be pure
Is there no one to tend to your needs and fulfill your whims
Here’s an idea get yourself a jungle-gym.

Friday, April 27, 2012

That clandestine cause



It took us time to make a memory
But stumbling though we did get there
We might have not been children as we climbed the tree
In the dead of the night however, we found our lair

It felt so surreal, the time paused
To arrest that clandestine cause
Under the dim moonlight the vows we took
Unabashed the tales that cooked

No inhibitions
Just careless decisions
Being nocturnal, abjuring routines
Vagabonds claiming to be kings and queens

Matters of the world seemed peripheral
The night was our absinthe
On the clouds, black and immoral
A mere silver glint

We might be over and done with it now
But this feeling nags me somehow
A moment as such would go down in the archives
As an unforgettable part of our lives

Life on hold


Volumes of stories yet untold
    Millions of secrets to unfold
    So many shoulders hostile and cold
    So many lives put on hold

   Unnoticed tears no more escape the eye
   Heart full of pain faces deny
   So many feelings bought and sold
   So many lives put on hold

   Soul that trapped the grief inside
   Is nothing but a leaf that dried
   Such is the saying by the wise and old
   Go tell them; in a world where
   They assassinate the bold
   Life is cheaper than gold
   To commit crime, children’s mind they mould
   SO MANY LIVES ARE STILL PUT ON HOLD