To Cry The Strings

It’s not easy, crying these strings

May be another beer would do

Coz it’s just the same,

Lights and the screams

I grow tired everyday

Long nights I lie awake

The smoke still lingers

Empty bottles still clatter

Hiding in the dark

but no one seems to hear

We are the gods,

and devotees there are

Lying naked

on the floor or may be on the bed

Longing to be used and thrown away

Lights have me blinded

Deafening roars have me numbed

I open my eyes to pause

I pause to mute the roar

But the questions lie unanswered

It’s just the same lines

Hanging in the air

The same tunes, the same notes

Tormenting through the years

But the questions lie unanswered

I often pondered, what lies behind

Behind the blinding lights

And then I wondered, what’s after

After the music dies

And the questions still lie unanswered

It’s not easy, crying these strings

Sigh. May be change is all that’s needed

Coz it’s just the same, Lights and the screams

Broken lives and shattered dreams

I grow tired everyday

Coffee with Solitude

The words seemed to have lost their ways
The tides seemed to have drawn my pain
And the road, it seems so long
long, for my grieving feet
 
I will wait
Wait till the dusk to dawn, and the lights to twinkle
Wait till the heart finds its way, amidst these waves,
waves of lonesome solitude
 
But the front porch is still empty
Staring silently, towards the distant rumble
And the coffee still tastes the same,
same without your words