I am an ugly looking big creature. An out-of-the-box-wisdom preacher. Usually Kool and unusually weird. Full of 'spirit' and never tired.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

My valentine

When all the lovers in the world are coming together
When all the stars in the sky are floating like feather
I take a chance to tell my girl how much I love her
Lady, Let me be your lover, your master and your chauffeur

When all the lovers in the world are coming together
When all the stars in the sky are floating like feather
I take a chance to tell my girl how different she is
Playing with her hairs is like playing with the breeze

Ohhh..My little valentine
Everything's yours but you are mine
Ohhh..My little valentine
Let the sun go down and your face shine
Ohhh..My little valentine
Just give me a hug and I would be fine

When all the love stories of the world are obsolete
When trust is unseen, commitment is another deceit
I take a chance to tell my girl how I depend on her
She's always by my side, be it winter or be it summer

When the geographical distance keeps us apart
When I am walking alone without my sweetheart
I take a chance to tell my girl how I miss her
Cause every little zephyr brings the smell of her

Ohhh..My little valentine
Everything's yours but you are mine
Ohhh..My little valentine
Let the sun go down and your face shine
Ohhh..My little valentine
Just give me a hug and I would be fine

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Digging up the grave

Five lost souls went numb
As they saw the man walking on the edge
Never knew why he jumped off
Is it because of pain, agony or rage?

Bob dylan: How many miles
Must the man fall down
Before he hits the ground

Isaac Newton: The answer my friend
Is hiding in the wind
As the earth goes round and round

Charlie Chaplin: And how many movies
Can I make out of it
Before the topic begins to stink

Alexander: The answer my friend
Is buried in the sand
As my war-ships began to sink

Me: How many times
Do I have to scratch my head
Before words begin to flow

The answer my friend is buried with that man
Try to dig it up if you can

Bob Dylan: How does it feel
To be a dying man
Try it if you can

Isaac Newton: How does it feel
To be in zero gravity
To mess up with relativity

Charlie Chaplin: How does it feel
To be a superstar
To be a falling star

Alexander: How does it feel
To be a falling king
To be a faded spring

Me: How does it feel
To be a sad poet
To be a lost comet

The answer my friend is buried with that man
Try to dig it if you can

Bob Dylan: He takes just like another man
He drinks just like another man
But he acts just like a loser

Isaac Newton: He was unaware of life's brevity
He had no idea about my theory of gravity
He must have known as he drew closer

Charlie Chaplin: He must have seen the city lights
He must have spent sleepless nights
But he could not see the impending death

Alexander: He must have fought many battles
He must have heard the bombs rattle
But he could not foresee the danger underneath

Me:He must have suffered acute loss of words
He must have longed for unachievable rewards
He must be a victim of his own wrath

The speculation my friend is buried with that man
Try to dig it up if you can

Bob Dylan: He could have been the champion of the world
Issac Newton: Wish he could acted in reaction of the world
Charlie Chaplin: He could have been the man in the mirror
Alexander: He could have been the king of horror
Me: At least he could have been as good as me

The speculation my friend is buried with that man
Try to dig it up if you can

Bob Dylan: Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, stop playing that stupid song
Isaac Newton: I wish I could conclude what actually went wrong
Charlie Chaplin: The gold rush has stolen the limelight
Alexander: He lost because he could not stand the fight
Me: Lets stop digging the grave

For,
The answer my friend is buried with that man
Try to dig it up if you can