18 October, 2007

Hidden...

This track is not listed on the cover of the acoustic version of Jagged Little Pill. The surprise was discovering the lyrics written all over on the inside of the CD cover.:)
Alanis Morristte's writing has always been deeply expressive, a combination of words I could never find elsewhere. Her songs have been suprisingly close to my unsaid expressions....


I went to your house
Walked up the stairs
I opened your door without ringing the bell
I walked down the hall
Into your room
Where I could smell you
And I shouldn't be here, without permission
I shouldn't be here

Would you forgive me love
If I danced in your shower
Would you forgive me love
If I laid in your bed
Would you forgive me love
If I stay all afternoon

I took off my clothes
Put on your robe
I went through your drawers
And found your cologne
Went down to the den
Found your CD's
And I played your Joni
And I shouldn't stay long, you might be home soon
I shouldn't stay long

Would you forgive me love
If I danced in your shower
Would you forgive me love
If I laid in your bed
Would you forgive me love
If I stay all afternoon

I burned your incense
I ran a bath
I noticed a letter that sat on your desk
It said "Hello love, I love you so love, meet me at midnight"
And no, it wasn't my writing
I'd better go soon
It wasn't my writing

So forgive me love
If I cry in your shower
So forgive me love
For the salt in your bed
So forgive me love
If I cry all afternoon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1JacKpS-aaE

11 September, 2007

A space between...

All the hours spent
In hightened emotion
From a sting to a sharp pain
All the days spent
Drowning in tears
Swing back and forth
Between you and between me..

Leaves its mark....
As a space between,
As a cold silence,
In the clearing
There will always remain
A space between.

All the words spoken
In pure emotion
In hope maybe
In stark honesty maybe
To maybe save the day.
Create nothing but
A space between.

All the nights spent
In those arms
An alternate reality
Painfully divine
Feels like an abyss
Leaves that space between.

All the guilt,
Leaves a space between

05 September, 2007

Ramblings again...

An evening of mixed emotions, a sort of an overture of faint depression that lead to a string thought that wove itself into words…

Living in quite reticence,
Living with imperfection,
With a taunting image of perfection,
Is that what this has come to be?
Is that what we have brought..
Upon ourselves?

Living in quite guarded spaces,
Living without free expression,
With a lingering hope of rescue,
Is that what we have come to be?

The perceptive eye,
Seems to see much more,
Than words can ever say,
Everything around seems to be,
In layers if I may say…

And within these four walls,
There is a me no one will ever see,
Is where I have come to be?
Against all I was told I would be?......

03 September, 2007

For someone special...

For someone who has come to be a very close friend of mine…a sort of goodbye note..

May you always see,
The truth as plain as it may be,
Seek comfort in the all positivity,
Surrounding you, keeping you
From going astray,

Hope you come to hear the words,
You need to hear,
Words that will set it all right
Words that will comfort you
Keep you warm in your coldest hour..

I hope you travel far and wide,
See things that fascinate you,
And all that you have always wanted to see,
That gives you more a different perspective,
Of the greatness in this life..

I hope that in the light,
You see things as they have come to be,
That you have made the best of it all,
And that when you look back in time,
You smile knowingly,

In times of trial,
I hope you find your strength
In times of question,
May you know the answers,
May you never know regret..


I hope that you find peace
I hope that you find Love,
Above all I hope you find happiness,
Always by your side…

Ramblings....

Some paper cuttings,
Some essays and color books,
Some old cards and keychains
Some wishes, some insults
Some matters of pride
Some of distress..

Memories I would love to share,
Cards I would never tear,
Sea shells saved,
Little trinkets that were,
Everthing old but yet so new..


They are still here with me..
In an old cardboard box
Covered in dust
Hidden from wandering eyes,
Where many memories have been layed
Hoping they would rust.....

29 August, 2007

Memories...



My memories of a sunset view at Goa. I finally got a hold over these pictures..

26 July, 2007

Free Bird.....

If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on, now,
'Cause there's too many places I've got to see.
But, if I stayed here with you, girl,
Things just couldn't be the same.

'Cause I'm as free as a bird now,
And this bird you can not change.

Lord knows, I can't change.

Bye, bye, its been a sweet love.
Though this feeling I can't change.
But please don't take it badly,
'Cause Lord knows I'm to blame.
But, if I stayed here with you girl,
Things just couldn't be the same.
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now,
And this bird you'll never change.
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can't change.
Lord help me, I can't change.


Love this song, and the feeling it brings along with it...
Love the band for this piece of history -
Lynyrd Skynyrd's legend is grounded in a plane crash that occurred on October 20, 1977, three days after the release of Street Survivors.The cover art showed the band members surrounded by flames. That artwork was quickly changed when three members , who were seen as gripped in flames on the cover of the album, were killed in the plane crash.
In the aftermath that pursued, superstition gripped those involved with the band's production, and the original Street Survivors album was pulled form store shelves, to be replaced by a toned-down version. Only a few of these "flaming" covers still survive as collector's items.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUXXQukfrKg

06 July, 2007

Crash and burn...

Crash and burn my dear,
And you will loose your fear,
It only lasts a while….
The pain
It will be over soon.

Heave and breathe in my dear,
And you feel high
It will soon exhale out…
The breath,
It will be over soon

Fall hard on your knees my dear,
And you will feel the last sting of pain,
It will soon turn numb…
Your knees
It will be over soon

Blink and close your eyes my dear,
And you will see nothing,
It will soon fade out
The light
It will be over soon.

Don’t let it get to you my dear,
Fight it out my dear,
It will loose grip my dear
For all the glory hold on my dear…..

Kashmir..

There was a buzz in my head,
Its been a while since I heard this one....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTaOvzZKRxA

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh, oh.

Oh, I been flying... mama, there aint no denyin
Ive been flying, aint no denyin, no denyin

All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where Ive been.

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream

Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My shangri-la beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high and true, when movin through kashmir.

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Ohh.

When Im on, when Im on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when Im down...
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well Im down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there

Let me take you there. let me take you there

22 June, 2007

.......

While going back and forth through the expressions below, something odd struck me….
Yes (….)
Wonder what they are about, really……..

28 May, 2007

Little notes.....

Scribbles on the last few pages of notebooks,
Some complete, some incomplete,
These are my expressions,
Faint, etched in lead
Erasable but meaningful…

I am these scribbles,
Illegible to others, legible to myself,
Incomplete to others
Complete to myself

I stop when I’ve run out
I stop when I think I’d rather imagine
I stop when the words cease

When I think maybe all can’t be written

04 May, 2007

No hables en plural......

No se puede vivir con tanto veneno,
La esperanza que me da tu amor,
No me la dió más nadie,
Te juro, no miento.....

05 April, 2007

Am I an atheist?

"One could believe that God created the universe at the instant of the Big Bang.He could have even created it at a time in just such a way as to make it look as though there had been a big bang.But it would be meaningless to suppose that it was created before the big bang, as time had a beginning at the big bang.An expanding universe does not preclude a creator, but it does place limits on when He might have carried out this job"

Stephen W Hawking.

25 March, 2007

Quicksand....

The first track on the new album of the band Incubus. The song has a surreal trance like flow to it, I've been gripped by this tune for sometime now.
The lyrics weave a haunting spell.....
Brandon Boyd does a brillant job on the vocals..

The lyrics are -
"OK… now the monster is awake.
It won’t rest until there’s nothing left.
Maybe ever & anonI forget about the pain.
Someone bending light comes along& flowers lean towards the sun.
Some people fall in love & touch the sky
Some people fall in love & find quicksand.
I hover somewhere in between… I swear…I can’t make up my mind. "

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5386nnK3L4

30 January, 2007

22 January, 2007

Waiting...



I saw him, seated on the floor , close to the enquiry counter at a railway station. His eyes were set deep within, there were many tell tale lines on his face, he lay down a carpet and peacefully and sat on the floor. He was not going to waste his time looking for a waiting room seat I suppose. There was an expression of distant calm on his face, but the expression his hands caught my attention first....

10 January, 2007

Alive...

You think that I am alive
So full of life to give
Oh! No you don’t know
I died inside a long time before
Before I knew I had.

All of this is unreal;You will not know why
You can only try
To understand why……
I cry

I’m choking to death
I know you can’t see
You can only place the wreath
And claim you cried a sea,

I need to breathe free
You used to provide that escape
You not know where I am
Or how I have come to be

I can’t change the sign for you
The warning was for you
You chose to ignore
The clue that was meant for you

You despise me I know
Coz you know yours I can never be,
I can’t belong
Coz I do not belong.