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Childhood's End

Sunday, October 08, 2006
You shout in your sleep.
Perhaps the price is just too stepp.
Is your conscience at rest if once put to the test?
You awake with a start to just the beating of your heart.
Just one man beneath the sky,
Just two ears, just two eyes.
You set sail across the sea of longpast thoughts and memories.
Childhood's end,
Your fantasies merge with harsh realities.
And then as the sail is hoist,
You find your eyes are growing moist.
All the fears never voiced say you have to make your final choice.
Who are you and who am I to say we know the reason why?
Some are born;
Some men die beneath one infinite sky.
There'll be war, there'll be peace.
But everything one day will cease.
All the iron turned to rust;
All the proud men turned to dust.
And so all things, time will mend.
So this song will end.


Pink Floyd






Sunday Morning

Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it'll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you

And you may not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning






Losing My Religion

Friday, October 06, 2006
Life is bigger
Its bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no Ive said too much
I set it up

Thats me in the corner
Thats me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I dont know if I can do it
Oh no Ive said too much
I havent said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour im
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no Ive said too much
I set it up

Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now Ive said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

R.E.M






Remember a Day

Remember a day before today
A day when you were young.
Free to play alone with time
Evening never came.
Sing a song that can't be sung
Without the morning's kiss
Queen - you shall be it if you wish
Look for your king
Why can't we play today
Why can't we stay that way

Climb your favorite apple tree
Try to catch the sun
Hide from your little brother's gun
Dream yourself away
Why can't we reach the sun
Why can't we blow the years away
Blow away
REMEMBER






End of the Days

My days in the college are getting over...time is slipping fast...150 odd days!
Even if I forget , my friend doesn't let me,she'd remind the same time and again!
Out of the college into a world that demands a lot of courage,sticking to the routine,meeting deadlines.That means no more bunking the classes,no more running away from resposibilities.People over there are not our Proffesors,that again means that you can't give a well cooked up story and evade submission of ur assignment ontime!
I might not get up late and miss the first class,the boss might not enjoy that!
I will have to go to work even when it rains heavily and I feel like sitting by the window and sipping some hot coffee.I will have to go to work even on the days I don't feel like and would rather love to go out for a small outing with friends,may be a movie...but I'd have neither the time nor the liberty nor my dear own friends for that!
I might not be able to watch my favourite cricket match on TV as n when I wish to...
I will not be home at all and that means no one to wake me up in the morning ,no one to greet me Good Morning with a warm smile and a hug,no one to make Bournvita for me , I can't complain about the Breakfast,have to eat whatever I get.
Sis won't be there with me to talk and discuss about the day at the end of the day,we might not do the dance masti in the lift daily.No one to play "Statue" with me,none to tell me the stories and previews of the movies,none to discuss the movies and songs with!None to walk with to the bus stop and discuss the "Avatar",none to laugh on my dumb jokes n wierd enactings!
Dad will not be around for me to discuss the latest technologies and politics,none to ask a doubt,none to wait for me in the balcony whenever am late,none to gimme money every morning and forget how much he gave!
Life Will be different,well...everything changes,doesn't it?
All these will not be the same,I accept but what I refuse to accept is that the love your family gives you changes.They were, are n will always be around.






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