at the stroke of midnight the light filters in still asleep stepping on one, two many things stumbling and cursing i make my way out i try to make my way on the road to somewhere listening to the radio with little clouds tagging along the path rain like daggers

stuck inside inside this shell i long to break out away from all this mundane life i wish to break free of this boring routine materialistic ambitions galore swimming against a tide (that we call life) fast at times slow at another stuck once in a while i lay buried

walking barefoot in this sweltering heat i am searching for a place i was searching for nothing when you came in on a sunday morning coffee in one hand newspaper in other you brushed past like the early morning breeze and gently whipped up a storm in my cup unable

its the same thing everyday be it day be it night i am under constant surveillance from people known to that stranger on the road ; the world keeps an tab on what is none of their business yet, no one cares right from the time of birth even after

for a long time from the day we met i was in love i was in seventh heaven truly, madly, deeply Days go by still i think of you (still i was in seventh heaven) we still share we still are in love or so i thought Days go by

a thousand masks across the world separated by time separated by distance live the same life as you want them to monday to sunday morning to evening day and night its the same same lies same treachery for the same love that you care a dime i am what i

Sun – the ultimate torch shining down on all lighting up them all everything is alive everyone is buzzing/active eyes all around ears everywhere i put on my mask live a happy life every day blissfully unaware life goes on for all they see is the happy mask what we

everyday its the same old story a single face a single identity life is a boring chore life is a daily routine life goes on rudderless life goes on emotionless Oh, how i wish i had a face for each person i had an emotion for each occasion how i

ups and downs twists and turns mystery through out life goes on life goes on unknown to many boring to some joyride to few misery to others riding the rogue waves wearing the same life jackets with options plenty all travel the same ocean some reach land some row on

As i lay on the bed when the clock struck midnight you come to me just like the first time when two became one you stand by the side waiting patiently everyday and everynight you wait for me to wake up from this sleep to see you to caress you

on a cold winter morning i saw you looking at me a stranger to many known to none i stood there perplexed, confused surprised i walked towards you losing all concentration with eyes focussed only on each other we met we talked we changed changed to us completely unaware i

sitting in the corner of the park with the dark skies near the horizon i was waiting for the torrential downpour i waited patiently for the dark clouds to open up and drive away my other self i am a sinner i am a saint i am the killer i