Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Six String Wodden Box.

should have done it or should i not
hope seems to me like a vanishing star
nothing seems to be working out
life is lost in bitter love
betrayal is the name of la belle dame

distant land is just a hop away
when it comes in to my hands
gets out melody even out of tune
sounds like heaven, feels like god
six string wooden box called guitar

wanted life to be like my guitar
sounding right in the lowest of times
lowest note begins a new octave
getting life out of every lows
six string wooden box called guitar

makes me forget the simplest fact
iam part of this complex world
caring seems to be like life on mars
acting like a candle of hope so bright
six string wooden box called guitar


saw you as a kid, saw you as a boy
saw you in every walk of life
ammoru or antahpuram
you were the brightest of all

learning that you are no more
my heart weeps in pain
why did you go for politics
a question lingers in vein

from the moment i knew the news
always thought it should not be you
thunder strikes no matter what
we have to accept the scoop

the fact we have to stand
no more can we see you act
you are the one sweetest to god
may your soul rest in truce

Wrote this long back when Soundarya met with the tragic accident.

Hope it will be you.

I need someone to make me smile
and make my day bright,
I need someone to cherish me
and light up my night.

I need someone to help me through
the days that I feel sad,
I need someone to support me
and make me feel glad.

I need someone to give me Love
and someone who will care,
I need someone with Dreams and Hopes
that I can also share.

I need someone to comfort me
when I am feeling blue,
I need someone to cheer me up
and hope it will be You!