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Groovy night

chandu — Sat, 11 Jun 2011 03:53:40 +0000

My fingers dance in the joy
to the beat in my heart
they tap fast on the board
when my eyes are so closed
and my feet tap on the floor

[singing]

my mind feels the zeal
from head to heel
the rhythm is refined
with the passion redefined

[come on]

build up the heat
make it so neat
enjoying is an art
yup, rewind that part
and sing it like that

[My fingers]

roar like a beast (and)
thump on the ground (yeah)
move like a breeze (and)
sing out aloud (yeah)

just play with no plan
the best way you can
just wind out your pace
and let there be grace

[one more time]

let the mirror go here and there
when my head moves around
as I turn around again
feeling the tune… so profound!!

[my mind]

Journey of life

chandu — Tue, 13 Apr 2010 07:00:40 +0000

Its like a train journey…
its good sometimes………..
its bad sometimes………….
but its best… with you

When happy, it looks amazing..
each station just whizzes by.
the countdown to the destination roars in the mind
the thought of going nearer pumps up the joy
but its best when I reach … its best when I finally meet you
(Its like a ..)

When sad, it looks boring
leaving you is like smothering (me)
each station whines by…
the destination seems to be welcoming coldly…
into the depressing reality
but its best to think of the next journey…to you….that I would again meet you
(Its like a ..)

When the journey ends..
it looks calm and peaceful..
but not for long…as the next journey begins.
As long as my friends come with me
As long as you wait for me
I can embark on any journey
With new hopes and high aims
Gripping to the sweet memories, I look forward to see you (again)
(Its like a …)

Its like a train journey…
its good sometimes………..
its bad sometimes………….
but its best… with you
with you waiting…
for as long as it takes
coz I can return everytime with a smile on my face, to you,
home sweet home

Clocked !!!!!

Misanthrope — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 05:06:40 +0000

Another deep dark night,
Miracles and Magicians’ favourite time,
I don’t understand why I am wide awake,
Clock is ticking,
I am carrying it on my head..

Shadows are creeping in,
With horror,
I try to look at sky,
To seek my god,
But the burden of time is killing me,

Undefined, unexposed yet,
Cunningness of hour and minute hand,
is killing me,
Uh !
It has just strangled me,
My twisted neck,
Ah !
I still see the clock on my head,
It is pushing me,
It is scorching me,
Time after time,
Every time,
Even when I am dying..

I am burning myself,
But even at that place,
An old clock is looking at me,
Melting into absolute..

“The clock is still, ticking.. Ticking.. hhhhhhh.. Tick - tock’

Insolent Fate

chandu — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 16:46:00 +0000