Se7en

Birth was my first sin, be here,
With my kicks, the cord i tore,
gave her the pain
that she used to complain.

Life was my second sin, just live,
Mock this world, shit i give,
I find bliss in ignorance
While i live this trance

Love was my third sin, to care,
Just worship her, how did I dare
I have sinned an awful lot
Loved when I should have not.

Lost love was my fourth sin, to cry,
To cry, with my scream silence tear
Will I always live in bleak midwinter?
Send me a word of where you are???

Rebellion was my fifth sin, my own rules, i make,
Not orders from others i take
Look out for reason
Have mercy for none.

the sixth sin, to my own sins list
will unfold in the life's mist
will be The greatest sin that I will commit
is a sin so great, I will be ashamed to admit it.

Death will be my last sin, to surrender and die,
just release my life, to darkness i fly
life will kill
or cut my wrist and blood i spill.....

Barbie Doll

the bed sheet, white against the light
each stain has a story to explain
my life's prime, i could tell you in a strange rhyme
punctuated by sucks and hard thrusts

let me paint you the scene
wet cold pole used to kiss my skin
twist, swing, hold and cling
rain, rain on my see through shirt

Dancing on table tops, every night is the same
my steps deciphered, but every night someone new
i helped them to wash away their hurt
with a little bit of wine, but they never knew my name

those were good old days
until they wrote off these displays
no pay, left me with no other way
to sell my soul, so here i lay

washed clean, concentrated with sweat of lust
"aaaahhhhhh" i moaned with each thrust
the room echoes the cries
of the plastic love, synthetic emotion

i threw my legs east to west
he reached inside to find the last
could you look into my eyes
under this skin there is a heart that, cries, cries and cries...

children of amritsar

The fires of Hell burn bright
in the eve of the 13th night
Waiting for angels to fall
No hope of salvation at all

angel dyer! curse the name!
to the new year celebration, he came
The fires are ablaze
In this fiendish maze
the lambs are baptized
with tearing pain flowing through the arm
Sweet, red and warm
or the holy waters of garden

sixteen hundred shots to
unarmed gathering, its true
Brigadier Dyer, came with English troops
90 men stoops

the stench will not go away
like a curse it will stay

Under the sweetest flower,
in the garden of bones,
in deep, here they sleep.
for them, do not weep,
no tears shower,
no bouquet of flowers
break your narrow walls of dispute,
be an Indian, give them a salute.

my valentine song

every year has its winter
every year has its shower
and a day is always coming

every heart has its sorrow
every heart has its pain
and a day is always coming

when new leaves swell in the trees
grass spring green in the savannah
red roses bloom to talk the language of love

oh wait this aint a song for u
u r a fallen flower
fallen flower dont climb back

maybe someday somewhere a flower will bloom
among the lilies and asphodels
with a heart that loves and clings....

honey i miss u

On my bed as I lay
The lights are dim and silence prevails
The world's asleep but I alone am awake
Staring at the ceiling I think of her, who's far away

shattered heart so much pain
Grasp of death, for u, should i wait
or should i with a nice little twist
slit my wrist..........

not waiting life to kill
my own blood i will spill
on the floor, blood making stains
slowly releasing my pains

death, Wrap your icy arms around me
Release my soul from this agony
Only one thing missing, final craving,
sweetheart, in your arms I wish to sleep

its raining outside.......
silence broke by raindrops and thunder
she is scared of lightning and thunder for sure
i m wondering if she is tucked in and safe

lost my sleep
tried to close my eyes
all went in vain
sat up and wrote this trash

dec 32nd

Who knows how long I've been here
in this cold, silent, dark night
only the hissing black tide
Waiting to unite
I alone am like a storm-tossed wreck,
on this night of the glad New Year

Roses i wore on my breast that day.
the day he went away
to fight in the world' blood shed
he took my hand and said
"goodbye dear,
i will be coming home before next year"
his promise he had forgotten

They're playing a tune in uncle sam's saloon,
it's cheery and bright in there, so is the tune
the lights blazed up like day
the music swelled to a crash of joy
the violins seemed to say
"he is coming, he is coming"

"honey, I'm in the sky tonight
among the starry clusters bright
Here I can keep by your side
Watching the warfare
Everything's alright up here
catch me if i go too high
i wish i could come down from the sky"

At midnight hour,
over the treetops the fireworks flowers
noices can be overheard
flashes red overhead,
blue and indigo too

She sits alone
Contemplating, Wishing, Hoping
That the one will come
until then, she will watch love like a butter fly
fluttering, so delicate, living briefly till it die