The Antidote.

Let it out
Let it go
Just go with the flow.

This is a one way stream
You row your boat
Let nature do its job
Keep yourself afloat.

Don’t let the poison spread
A tear or two
You might shed,
Find the antidote
In the same kind of boat.

One chance
The stream goes on
With or without you
Let bygones be bygones.

Your past
Is chasing you
The end can be seen
You are burning blue
You’re now immune
Nothing can stop you.


Teenage Dream.

Sometimes it might feel as if I don’t care
Like I’m just slipping away
It might feel greater than you can bear
I’m incomplete,
Without you.

You drove me through this hell
On a friend-ship,
When we first met
Things weren’t so swell,
Time changes everything
This spell’s strengthening
Came in like a huge bombshell.

Two rebels without a cause
Our life wasn’t for fancy cars,
We’ll be happy with our dirty paws.

We have our differences
We are a sum of our foolish experiences.

We are living the teenage dream,
As long as it’s you and me
Making the little Barbies steam,
All they can do is daydream.

Our hate for them will never fade.
They’ll never defeat us,
As long as we’re walking in each other’s shade.

Because we’re living the teenage dream, baby,
We know nothing of the word maybe
We’ll be running in this hell till we’re eighty
Our body all old and achy,
We will still be racy,
I don’t care,
‘Cus we’re living the teenage dream, baby.

Lack Of Faith.

The assessments were nearer
Needed my scrolls to clear ’em,
An old comrade wanted to borrow them,
I searched my bag and gave it to her
We had a pretty uncanny past.

Time to leave
We packed our bags
On parole from the dreaded prison
All aboard the bliss bus
I conspicuously contemplated
I had lent something to a mate.

Awed, I fell to the ground
Laughing very profound
I go back to the place I detested,
Running around,
She was nowhere to be found.

I come back to the happy bus
Take my bag and sit in disgust
All odds against me I check my bag
Only to find out that the scrolls were at hand.

Tears of joy falling down my face
That lass made me feel graced
Restored my faith in all humanity,
I was to be blamed for my imprudence.

Demise Of A Loved One.

Her words were like a bullet shot into the sky,

Hit you at the most unexpected times,

The day she left, it hurt him more than those bullets,

Because during those days her support was what he compulsorily needed.

Years had passed but her demise, 

On his heart, put a permanent stain,

Inscribed with the ink of love,

One that can’t be simply rubbed away.