Homecoming


Home Shines far out  In the horizon, Beyond the trees, And behind these Light bulbs. It streams through the wind In locked packets of hope. Like those mountains in  The distance, It’s unreachable, Unattainable. It’s a state. It’s moments. It’s

Homecoming


Home Shines far out  In the horizon, Beyond the trees, And behind these Light bulbs. It streams through the wind In locked packets of hope. Like those mountains in  The distance, It’s unreachable, Unattainable. It’s a state. It’s moments. It’s

The Point of Missing


So yesterday when you slept Of a tired and bleeding soul, I missed you. Like the plain  Missing the rain, The unwanted years  Missing the point, The broken car Missing the headlight, The annual diary Missing the smell of ink,

The Point of Missing


So yesterday when you slept Of a tired and bleeding soul, I missed you. Like the plain  Missing the rain, The unwanted years  Missing the point, The broken car Missing the headlight, The annual diary Missing the smell of ink,

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Pills of Consolation 2


Let the night pass, For the day will be kinder, And fast. Let the night pass. Choice. It’s an illusion. A great one at that.  The variables that define our lives have already been rolled out. And hence we are

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Pills of Consolation 2


Let the night pass, For the day will be kinder, And fast. Let the night pass. Choice. It’s an illusion. A great one at that.  The variables that define our lives have already been rolled out. And hence we are

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Pills of Consolation #1


The desert is the same everywhere. In Africa you find the same sand grains and wind and the sky, which one can find in Asia. In fact, it’s all one big system. The wind that started in the Pacific may

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Pills of Consolation #1


The desert is the same everywhere. In Africa you find the same sand grains and wind and the sky, which one can find in Asia. In fact, it’s all one big system. The wind that started in the Pacific may

Confusions


Confusions are like onions: I have to peel the layers, And cry a few unfeeling tears, And then peel , A few more; Till I find myself Standing in the middle of a round maze, Locked by spiral paths and

Confusions


Confusions are like onions: I have to peel the layers, And cry a few unfeeling tears, And then peel , A few more; Till I find myself Standing in the middle of a round maze, Locked by spiral paths and

Museless


This isn’t a phenomenon To be without Any wind, Or water, Or fire. It’s been a while Since I have been Museless, With none to write songs about, With none to move through my couplets, Just a blank space Filled

Museless


This isn’t a phenomenon To be without Any wind, Or water, Or fire. It’s been a while Since I have been Museless, With none to write songs about, With none to move through my couplets, Just a blank space Filled

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I Need to Rise


Listen. We are dying out our lives every passing minute. Now we will be entering into a phase of getting older from the phase of getting younger that we were in yesterday. I know this is a stupid philosophy. But

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I Need to Rise


Listen. We are dying out our lives every passing minute. Now we will be entering into a phase of getting older from the phase of getting younger that we were in yesterday. I know this is a stupid philosophy. But