Tinker Tinker Little Star

Pigeons and warriors can they be friends
If not for the mankind then for the sake of saints,

Tease me for what I did and mock till you die
No more janets & janes for there is no need to fly,

The velvet glove holds the musket pointing to the scar
With one shot, the head was busted and the soul left ajar,

Down to dust fell the shredded pieces of meat
Junk the weapons before they start to bleed,

Pardon me maam’ you are stepping on my delicate heart
Please yourself for all you can and just don’t play your part,

Lost in the forest I do not find the way home
I brood over nothing and leave for a place less known.

Prison Melodies

Freedom will come your way the moment you let go off the leashes that you hold
Do not be scared of the ONE who stands tall because he would not hurt anyone who tells stories untold,

Have mercy on thy self 'cause you will need it anyways when you betray
Do not come to me you slave of a shallow mind as to an impatient soul I shall never obey,

Carefree and unspoilt is this place of worship to the millions who live and die
For the the one who is careless he would not understand all this hue and cry,

But wisdom is not something that can be measured or treasured
You kill countless enemies with the handful of friends that you have gathered,

Fruitful are these thoughts coming from an absolute human psyche
Do not dream only to forget the next morning, dream to accomplish what the dream did not reveal.

The lovely morning mist through the window-pane

There can be you and then there can be none
Where can they hide and where can they run,

Post the affair they rarely see the sun
Coming down the hill they stumble and turn,

Mischievous eyes make mockery of the tears that roll down
No entity for the reflection in the mirror and the faces that frown,

Touch me not says the standing hair on hand
Just feel the freezing cold and see your vision expand,

The senses go numb and we can do nothing but stand stunned
The emotions running amock are massacred and the desires burned,

Companionship comes at a cost that only the rich can pay
Angst comes cheap to the poor gone astray,

Do you realise how hard it hits where its already hurt?
Taking chances is not plain foolish but an art that is learnt.