(This song represents the feelings of a singer who takes charge of his life to sing again after coming back from a 'bad' sabbatical in jail .)
Single promises, Single lies
All the rhythms
Just pass by
Its all FINE
Just everything is wrong
Gotta learn a new Jazz song.
Twenty miles from Nashville
Doing better now
This is where I live
May be some day
Waking up on a morning
I will learn how to sing.
Second chances
Never come on time
Tune in the radio
Early morning is fine
Gotta learn a lesson
Am not crying this time.
Pull the strings tight
Watch the guitar stay
Strum the chords, wise
Coz its just about sunrise
When the world wakes
To see what all is at stake.
14thJan
Its about time
Turn on the TV
Let the noise shine
Out of the stripes
I sing again
Promises & Lies
That's all I reign.
'ERSATZ' means an artificial substance or article used to replace something natural or genuine; a substitute. As feelings cant be imitated the writings on this blog just try to picture them - dry verbose copy.....still reminding of wht made me write them!!...... Lucky Sharma
Friday, October 26, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Belief
If a drop of water falls in lake there is no identity.
But if it falls on a leaf of lotus it shines like a pearl.
So choose the best place where you would shine..
But if it falls on a leaf of lotus it shines like a pearl.
So choose the best place where you would shine..
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Life in a shack
(This is a composition from a shack dweller who is hopeful to change his life& make today a brighter day)
Eloquence of poverty
Comes as nothing but charity
Subsisting but empathy
All that persists is apathy
Conjuring the dreams
Surmising what seems (real)
All in the lonely road
Swifting down the green meadows
Sinuous like the river
Which flows
Through caves & caverns deep
Through all the emotional heap
Like the wind in the wings
Or the cloud which sings
Floating with the summer rain
Turning inside out as some sane
Midnight is the time
When trees chime
To cover the barren backs
Sheltering the faceless shacks
Of dark & despair
Of hurt & hope
Still silent in the dark
Waiting for a spark
Hoping for a new day
Cherishing a bright ray
Of living a better life
Of making it fine by the night
I start my day again
In the city which lives
From my shack to the top of rain
Again will I hunt
For my life and every stunt
That makes me
Will put up the struggle
Its in my pedigree
Striving again
Just success
Is what I wanna be.
Eloquence of poverty
Comes as nothing but charity
Subsisting but empathy
All that persists is apathy
Conjuring the dreams
Surmising what seems (real)
All in the lonely road
Swifting down the green meadows
Sinuous like the river
Which flows
Through caves & caverns deep
Through all the emotional heap
Like the wind in the wings
Or the cloud which sings
Floating with the summer rain
Turning inside out as some sane
Midnight is the time
When trees chime
To cover the barren backs
Sheltering the faceless shacks
Of dark & despair
Of hurt & hope
Still silent in the dark
Waiting for a spark
Hoping for a new day
Cherishing a bright ray
Of living a better life
Of making it fine by the night
I start my day again
In the city which lives
From my shack to the top of rain
Again will I hunt
For my life and every stunt
That makes me
Will put up the struggle
Its in my pedigree
Striving again
Just success
Is what I wanna be.
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