Revenge of the Fallen

The life is against me,

Following her is the time,

Everything going out of the way,

Life’s not merely a rhyme…

 

Black skies looking merciless,

No question of luck being on my side,

My inside pulling me beneath the surface,

My fears running for a place to hide…

But Life cannot tell me,

The way I’ve to live,

Nor can the faces around…

Now is the time,

To take my paranoia out,

To let my fears drown…

Deeply reflecting on my past,

Buried somewhere which I once had,

Where mistakes were clearly left out,

And feelings were never said…

 

It holds no love, peace or harmony,

Just bits of memories, there is a dearth,

But now I’m keenly waiting,

For my new-to-world birth…

Now is the time,

To change the things,

To find a space in this egoistic place…

These faces tell me,

Its not that easy,

But I’m sure I’ll find a thousand ways…

I’m the Sky

I’m the one whom you see,

When you look up, across the seas,

Spreading and protecting everyone, even you,

Like a shelter for all, not just for a few…

I’m the one where the birds fly,

Looking for food when their babies cry,

Where the airplanes take people away,

Passing through clouds as it swiftly sways…

I’m the one who holds the clouds,

Showering blessings when they shout out loud,

The blessings for farmers whose fields are dry,

I answer them with my teary cries…

I’m the one where light resides,

The heat which keep cold besides,

Where the stars twinkle at night,

Making beautiful patterns for every different sight…

Such natural wonders I show you,

There are many, not at all few,

People ask me who am I,

I’m everything and my name’s Sky…

As the years go on passing by,

I would surely not tell a lie,

New things I own and old went away,

To the lost place now where they lay…

Now I’m the one who is black,

In nature now I truly lack,

Smoke is all over me,

I’m burning now in tragedy…

I’m the one where chimneys glow,

Blanketing me, now the light is low,

Where the birds now come to die,

Without kissing their young-ones goodbye…

I’m the one who holds the waste,

Constantly changing my old taste,

I’m the witness of battles and wars,

Of the firing tanks and blown-up cars…

Such human wonders I show you,

There are many, not at all few,

People ask me who am I,

I’m nothing and my name’s ……

Where the streets have no name…

I want to run,

Run away to hide,

Avoid the situation,

When nobody’s on my side…

I want to go,

Go to a place,

Where there is no place for fame,

Where the streets have no name…

I want to lay down,

With no worries inside,

Just for a short time,

Let it confide…

I want to feel,

The passion within,

Just like the old times,

When there was no giving in…

I want to go,

Go to a place,

Where there is no place for fame,

Where the streets have no name…

Where there is no shame,

Where the things are not lame,

I want to go there,

I belong there,

My soul cries out for this,

Making me fight hard for this,

Just open the gates once,

And let me in,

Where there is no place for fame,

Where the streets have no name…