The Dream

When it all began for me, the dream,

College; they said was fun,

Speech was a free bird, wild and country less,

But meaning was hard to be found, if not none.

Grab it all; fetch it if you can,

Everything was available, but again,

You’ll get it only if it’s in the script,

As they hold the rope to the curtain,

Shaping myself into one of them,

Ideating their stenciled design into action,

I got dragged on the path of slavery,

I burned my angel, for my devil’s resurrection,

The code executed, and brought me to next level,

I graduated from the collage Prom, into the conference room,

To travel to the day where the Sun watches me shine,

And to the world where flowers see me bloom,

But more I is out of the swamp of the monarchy,

Deepen I got stuck into this Corporate Sand,

Yes they are living here, laughing, if on the programmed jokes,

Yet the hunt is on, to survive in this Zombie land,

Beautiful, as it seemed on the horizon,

The man beneath the mask is playing yet another game,

The world is but just a cage, staged on purpose

Coz it’s the beast within me he is looking to tame.

Tortured till I fall, all I know is being numb

Dried off all the emotions, sentenced a barren life,

Even though the desire to live if I had any, died

There is something in me that did survive

It is the dream, untamed and unbound,

To fall deep in love, to let that pain make me cry,

To be awake and still live that dream,

And for this dream to live, I shall die

Here I come, Oh Mumbai!

Here I come, Oh Mumbai!

To lose myself in your randomness,

To sleep listening to the local lullabies,

To live ruling the slum fortress,

Hold me in your arms tight,

And let me cry out loud,

Show me the way to life,

And teach me what love is all about,

So here I come, Oh Mumbai!

To overcome my fear,

To let go of my first love ever,

And to shed away my final tear.

Angels Shining Bright

Whatever fire was in me, was for them to see,
I was a slave for my thoughts, they set me free,

When I lost the battle to the world, and was alone,
They loved me; they pampered their way through my solace,
When I declared myself the cruel king on the ego throne,
they hated me; they slapped the reality on my face,

Whatever fire was in me, with air, they let that flame wrestle,
for my friends were the soul for this otherwise empty breathing castle."

Dark times, when mirror denied me of identity, but illusion,
They became my identity amongst the shadows of the world,
They give the reason for my sanity, and the cause to my existence,
They are the colors in my clothing, and the shine in my pearls,

Whatever fire was in me, they gave it the reason to ignite,
And when the demons crept in, they were the angels shining bright.