Dear songs..

Dear 30gb of collection of songs, i want to talk to you today.
You make me listen to my heartbeat once in a while.
You make me feel the pain that 'they' or everyone else would never understand.
You make me tell the time to slow down.
You make me listen to the wind.
You make me smile in those meaningful verses that talk to me.
You make me believe that for a moment, I understand things way better than others do.
You make me look at the sunshine brighter than the usual.
You make me sing back to you, when there's no way of reaching you.
You make me listen to you when i don't want to listen to anyone else.
You make me walk with you just because i want to hear you a little bit more.
You make me write at times about things i would really want to.
You make me realize it's going to be fine.
You make me think about the universe when I'm in the shower.
You make me scream my frustrations out.
You make me dance that i could lose control.
You make me think about things when there's just slow music.
You make me put my earphones closer and feel nothing else.
You make me realize the beauty of things.
You make me want to touch the first drops of rain by telling me how good it feels.
You make me uncertain about my own philosophy.
You make me create a bond with voices never heard, with people i have never met.
N in all this chaos n confusion,
You make me love, smile, live.
You make me.

Hundred.

This race of hundred,
has always been taught,
to reach that hundred,
how much have we fought,
this system has divided,
us into best average or worst,
in every field ever created,
many wars were won but many lost,
and we battle till the end,
it makes us do things even if we cannot,
as if tryin to reach the top holding a lose thread,
n they say every leap should be your best shot,
everything is forced into this little head,
n then there just occurred a thought,
this bloody race of hundred,
sometimes takes you away too.

incomplete

something's wrong with my 'followers' gadget.. :|
says there are 11 n shows none..
not that im bothered.
but it should worrrrrrrkkkk !
blog looks incomplete.

Anyway,
here's the real incompleteness -

N there will never be a perfect line.

never be perfect words,

never be perfect time,

never be a perfect world,

just a perfect you,

n i ? will be waiting for you to,

correct the imperfect me.

Philosophical mood

Sometimes i feel that i'm some avatar of god sent to change things whenever i see things happening are wrong. The problem is that is that i stil haven't realised my powers. But when i do, i'l be able to save myself. And everyone else too. I'll find the people i love. It'll all be good then. But coming back to reality, there won't come a day when morpheus will come searching for me. i'll have to survive in this real matrix myself. Most of the people won't even care about how sad you are. They'll onle be jealous about how happy you will be. Except a few. Yeah! except a few genuine people. Very important to find such people in life. And if you do, you're so damn lucky. Everybody has their own problems which they keep fightin with so they won't bother much about yours. So its better to be happy with what you have n share the same happiness cuz sorrows don't have a patient listener always. We'll all die one day however famous we get. Being nice or rude to anyone won't matter. Being anything or anyone won't change nature. I mean, nothing is important anyway but every damn thing needs to be done. We'll be forced to do all lot of stuff that we don't want to. And we will also try to do all that we are not allowed to. Everything that starts does have an end. And in the end nothing will remain. Except the love. Except the pain. Except the feelings. Except the change.

I remember my college director's last words of his speech on our farewell. All he wanted to tell us in the end was, ' live abundantly ' .

Find yourself

If one day life makes you start to wonder,

that maybe you shouldn't have been here,

every moment seems impossible to bear,

and all you want to do is stop right there,

n go back to the good times that were,

i want you to know the truth is,

its the best time to start right now,

its alright to be scared,

its okay to be in a sea of doubts,

stop thinking of what went wrong,

keep faith n start a new song,
discover your side that can fight,

i would tell you frankly,

that if you could see through my eyes,

you would see,

its just hidden in you deep inside,

this world is all for your taking,

stop holding yourself back,

rise and shine in this dark hour,

bloom like a morning flower,

come out from staying lost in this crowd,

go out there and break-free out of the shelf,

everything you want will be found,

n all that happens when you find yourself.

Invisible .. .

sometimes i want to be inivisble,
from the world, from the crowd,
a feeling to run away if possible,
and never be found,
but here i am in search of solutions,
without an answer, without a sound,
how much ever i make resolutions,
new problems hunt me down,
n i want to be invisible,
and never be found.