Dark Days Are Gone!

Memories of you stuck in my head
I cursed myself for its difficult to shred our thread
Why did you leave me on my own?
How can you pretend to be unknown?
But baby sun shines after every dark night
You may be one in the million and I blame my sight
I wont beg you for any chance, I know I am right
The truth in my eyes will rewrite my love story – the highest flight
So wait for the day when I get back to you
Get back to you to show you what I’ve got
A man of my dreams, my soul mate for a shot
You’ll be jealous and I’ll hit the right spot
So wait baby wait until I get back to you….

You complained how I snored in the bed?
Or how I slept when you talked and talked instead
Did it give you the right to smack me down?
Who were you to complain when I frowned?
Baby, have a look at your cold blue eyes
They said it all despite of my unworthy tries
So wait for the day when I get back to you
Get back to you to show you what I’ve got
A man of my dreams, my soul mate for a shot
You’ll be jealous and I’ll hit the right spot
So wait baby wait until I get back to you….

My heart still beats on the rhythm of your name
My soul calls out loud for freedom – its untamed
Baby would you let me know my blame?
Oh shame, if I have been too lame
Too lame to forgive you over again
You bruised me everyday to fulfill your aims
Pardon baby, no more love coming your way
My heart will give up on you someday
So wait for the day when I get back to you
Get back to you to show you what I’ve got
A man of my dreams, my soul mate for a shot
You’ll be jealous and I’ll hit the right spot
So wait baby wait until I get back to you….

 

Faking Ain’t Living ^ Discover Yourself!

Sometimes all we desire is a good start

To raise the standards of living on our part

I stretch with my squinting eyes; yawning widely with a sigh

Tossing and turning in bed – five minutes more I cry

The morning’s tedious without caffeine

Fishing in my cupboard to find a new dress – no more old jeans

Work is a burden and punctuality a bloody mosquito

These rules are not for us – break them, mould them with the power of veto

The boss yells at the front table where I feverishly snore

He senses the nasty alcohol on my breath– he can’t ignore

He can’t figure out who am I – Beyonce, Ke$ha or Lady Gaga

Tick Tock to if I were a boy to Born this way – it is MY remix saga

I lose the job, freak out wandering streets and my wallet’s empty

I am confident, positive and lovely – don’t need any pity

If life was all about abiding by rules and regulations

There would have been a large platform then and no more stations

Life is a scoop of an ice-cream and that last bit of the dark chocolate cake

Enjoy and breathe the way you want – celebrate every day before you fake