Wednesday, June 27, 2007

some song..

It had been long time since i've written a song..
so wrote this love song.. (not so good, but still... its good to start with something again)

Key of E ... and 1 4m b3 b7

E Am in verse 1 2 and 3
G C in chorus

Verse 1

So cold is the spring air,
So clear is sky
Why don’t you come with me
And lets go fly…………………

Verse 2 ----------- to be written later

Chorus………..

I just want to be with you
In this cold cold night
Please come, come back to me
I’ll hold you tight

Verse 1 again…

So cold is the spring air,
So clear is sky
Why don’t you come with me
And lets go fly…………………

some song..

It had been long time since i've written a song..
so wrote this love song.. (not so good, but still... its good to start with something again)

Verse 1.

E Am

So cold is the spring air,

E Am

So clear is sky

E Am

Why don’t you come with me

E Am.

And lets go fly…………………

Verse 2 ----------- to be written later

Chorus………..

G C

I just want to be with you

G C

In this cold cold night

G C

Please come, come back to me

G C

I’ll hold you tight

Verse 1 again…

E Am

So cold is the spring air,

E Am

So clear is sky

E Am

Why don’t you come with me

E Am.

And lets go fly…………………

Friday, June 22, 2007

pretend


it splits and forms back again
the same, the same like before
just a little bit of warmth
and look, its ain't cinch no sore

A backyard old garage
small stinky bowels of squirrels
a small little old gramophone
oh, i want to listen records

listen , until it makes sense
so, i don't pretend to be you
someone else, like some rock star
or pretend to be shit

rain

It was raining since last seven days in this small town amidst the lovely mountains. Rain which never seemed to stop. "How can it rain so much" said sid, who was one of those forty people who were stranded as the roads were flooded. "Its all we humans, we cut trees kill animals, it is all coming back to us, god has a way to make everyone pay for his penance" commented the driver of the bus. The weather was gloomy inside, as it was closing on to be thirteen hours since the bus got stuck. Some people were playing cards, some were snoozing while some were praying for the rain to stop.

It so happens always that a small community is formed whenever a group of people travel together. It becomes a small society participating in a interesting social experiment. It becomes a small story telling affair, as everyone longs to tell theirs and listen to others. Some people are oblivious to it, while some people are so engrossed in it. It seems like another parallel life for them, where they can be whatever they want to be and whatever they couldn't. How much of it is truth? No one cares and it doesn't matter much.



... contd ahead

Monday, June 4, 2007

Some Exam...

Think of someone not working for some exam even when that someone knows that the exam is very important for him.

I've been like this since past few days, what could be the limits to slackness... not working at all.. or whenever one's working, the output is a just like a piece of constipated shit ideas.

When does one stop growing, when does one think that one can't go on further... people say that forget about the past and start a new beginning but then what do i start with.

What makes one feels so underestimated. How to describe the feeling of being bogged down by the sheer idea of not working.

why why why..........