A Tableau of Life

Fireworks, frightened birds,
framed against a startled sky
a fleeting canvas, a tableau of life

Fireworks, frightened birds,
framed against a startled sky
moment of celebration, moment of strife.

I still hold the remnants of that picture
The sun is shining,i see no light,
only red, warm blood.

I still hold the remnants of that picture
that time erased from the sky.
Dark clouds are smouldering into red

no one stays in crowded places that used to be
all of life's rush faded out
our yesterdays are gone, our today is almost over

There is a new sun in the sky
we all leave home for a new journey have begun..
it doent matter how long the journey is
coz time is the distance between people.

why live in this prison when the door is open

another empty day ....i m 22 today

isolated and alone i decay

should i end it all

or wait till HIS call.

what if i do nothing

secured by HIS string

i may decline into middle age

and further into old age.

we are prisoners of our fate waiting in our cell

each soul sours for glory, each soul descends to hell

so why live in this prison when the doors are open

the pale cold hands of death are open.

i m high up in the bell tower

Listening to the choir

my black overcoat floats in the breeze

i sense a fever of a possessed mind, a lingering disease

I breathe my last breath, as I soar into the air

dizzy with excitement i say my last prayer

The blood oozes out into a red pool of death

ah! a moment mixed with blood, pain, pleasure and music.

sometimes death is a glorious affair....