Question the intent, not the ability

Write something that all desire

Happy ending to say the least

Try not to explore the dark side

Instead go for “love in your arms”

And “happy animals in the farms.”

No big task, as it seems

If movies can do it, why can’t I

Just make up a story filled with sorrow

But end it with tears of joy.

All those pitiful souls out there

Will look up to my work in need of inspiration

To fill their sad lives with joy

To raise their spirit and experience elation.

Then it happened, the inevitable

I start to doubt myself beyond limits

As it turns out, I failed to defend

I didn’t question my abilities, I questioned my intent.

Isn’t that what we all survive on

Difficult choice that you have fought

First impression might seem just right

But you always go with your second thought.

And second thought, it was for me

I’m not the one to elate the spirits

I’d rather be an outcast than commit this fraud

Coz I know what I’m meant to be

And it’s definitely not to play the God.

It’s true, as they all say

You have to be what you are meant to be

If voices from within tell you otherwise

You’re choosing to betray your own identity.

You can run away or move on

It’s a dreadful life and you’re caught

Your choice will depend on one single factor

Which of the options was your second thought.

As much as I may claim

I’m not a man of many thoughts

Than to try something different

I’d rather give up and flee

So it boils down to one thing

I’ve become a prisoner of my own identity.

Prisoner's Dilemma

That rebellious mood is back again

But the same two choices in front of you

Either do what you want to do

Or do what the world wants you to…

 

“Fuck the world”, is what you’ll say

But one more option is added to the game

What you always wanted

The world expects you to do the same…

 

Now who would believe you followed yourself?

Strangers taking credit in what you do

But one way out of this situation

Is to kill your wish, go for something new

 

Roads take you where they want

But a known path is the least you need

So you choose the sea, to get a feel

Of the times when you used to be free

 

Alone in the high seas, is what you feel

Go left go right, doesn’t really matter

Destination is what you have no idea about

As long as it takes you away from the crowd

 

‘Coz “Not Guilty” was what you pleaded

20 years was what you got

You knew you have to break the prison

‘Coz guilty was exactly what you were not

 

But now in the seas, you are at peace

Far from the world that gave you the pain

If the ship goes down, you go down with it

‘Coz you are just not ready… to flee again!! 

Know all the rules, then make your own

They live life by the book

going by the protocol, politically correct

presence is rarely felt, not out of choice

but 'coz they lack the mass effect.

 

They believe the word,

have faith, if not blind

be it god, angels, devils or ghosts

nothing more to challenge, nothing more to find.

 

But you, with that careless walk

just as the saying goes

'don't care who rules the world'

high talks, big plans to cross the fences

proud to live life by taking chances.

 

You don't believe in what's told

about proved theories, you don't care

but you do believe in random thoughts

that come to your mind, out of nowhere.

 

Then build on it, to bring out something new

for the world to see and to accept

that those words of wisdom they relied on

are proved wrong and now they're gone

 

You commit yourself

to the new found cause

dreaming of success

and never ending applause

just when it seemed the work was done

you lose the track, ending in a long pause.

 

So close yet so far

reason for failure, as you sought

found yourself back to square one, 'coz

you were caught in another random thought.

 

Could not fight the new temptation

losing focus, achieving nothing

your original thought remained a mystery

satisfied with half the work done

gave up on the claims of changing history.

 

To prove your worth

you don't have to lose your senses

nor is it required to break the code

just use your mind, or whatever of it is left

to know all the rules, then make your own.

Same soul... the lame soul

As depression takes over
and life is in trots
you know the time has come
to pen down your thoughts.

But where is the underlying story?
inspiration nowhere in sight
your own life is so void of fun
you search for stories in other people's lives.

Interesting person is like an open book
extrovert's life is already unfolded
the introvert who closed all doors to the world
is the subject whose life can be easily moulded.

Got a good start but then lost the way
you know today you're not at your best
but compulsion to search and write the story
forces you to just fake the rest.

Your philosophy of life sounds perfect to all
and with all the audience, it struck the chord
but you had messed up with the real story
your conscience knows you don't deserve the applaud.

Maybe what happened was unknown to you
your own life was what followed the start
self-restraint failed you and emotions took over
you wrote that came straight out of your heart.

Good writers don't let their story out
but what you did will take it's toll
you'll try harder to be exactly the opposite
but you still remain the same soul... the lame soul.

Turn around... walk away!

Philosophies of past, that all talk about
on how it doesnt matter anymore
but each and every person walking on this earth
has lived in his past, thru the forbidden door.

Isnt the present interesting enough?
with future still uncertain
but we go back, good or bad
to live the time we already had.

We think we live the moments of joy
we think, no matter what, we never gonna cry
we find solace in all that went right
and guard the moments which ever shone bright.

But you know well, thats not the case
no joyful moment ever came to your mind
you remember who hurt you the most
not the one who was the most kind.

Coming back from the memory, short or long
you get that face, that gave you the jolts
was never your friend and out of the blue
he judged you right, found your faults.

People judge you at every step
some may be right, some may not
but the fact that you still remember the incident
shows something you didnt want to, but he got it out.

Your past has played on you again
your conscious mind was too easy to sway
your only chance to get out of the maze
is to turn around... walk away!

Part of me is gone...

In this world of words
there's something called "satisfaction"
never got the feel of it
not even for a fraction.

Maybe this is all i deserve
but i refuse to accept this fact
something more... is what i think of
high ambitions still intact.

Hopes and dreams do sound good
add to that, "i'm different" mentality
but all they do to me is one thing
losing touch with hard-core reality.

Is it true that i am no different??
millions like me swarming this place
then all of us, for sure, are captives
caught up in this puzzling maze.

To show the difference, i need to stand up
but find it tough to cross the lines drawn
reason for this is not new to me, because
part of me is here, part of me is gone.

Silence is deafening...

Beyond the thin red line
where the conscience doesnt allow
trying to be what u are not
forced to take a bow.

You kill your soul without mercy
lying awake in sleepless nights
just to hide your real self
losing endless fights.

The day u find yourself deserted
that'll be the end, not the beginning
lying alone in that grave room
you now realise "Silence Is Deafening"