Haircut Blues
I prayed to the devil I prayed to the god
With scissors they were cut, that was mightier then a sword,
I Look like a school boy, I look so fkcin small
Like the end of rome, my hairs did fall
For years they were fine, with the wind they were gone
Now i feel cold at the twilight I feel cold at the dawn
Thick and dark and little messy they were
Stranger I see, when I look at the mirror.
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Living Fake
Of the deepest sorrow
Of every dollar that I borrowed
To the stars I take a vow
But but let me ask you now
What's wrong with an old shirt
and a bed sheet with some dirt.
Or a pillow that is elsewhere from its place
Or a filthy dry face
Scent of a socks that is old
some yellow stain that remind us of gold
And the holy waterfall, leaking from the tap
And the sound from a stomach that raps
Why should I appear to be clean
Dress up well and look a little mean
And then again I look at some star
To ask, , Why can't we be who we are?
Why can't we be who we are?
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A Shitty Poem
Some things makes us wise and Some things makes us bad
Sometimes you just wish, you should have listened to your dad
Sometimes you wonder of the things that you have with you
sometimes you just throw them, and bring yourself all new
Sometimes struck in chaos, when your thought seems to shutdown
Thinking of some shit, sometimes black sometimes brown
Why this fkuk has to happen always with me
Like some tire I roll, where dogs come and they pee
Why is that when I sit down to write some serious stuff
I know It aint that easy but it aint that tough
I have tried it in the morning and I have tried it in the night
But why there has to be some shit in whatever I write
Cant I find some good words, some words you might like
To find them I go to some fine place with my driver and my bike
Many songs I have heard and many songs I have sung
But when I sit and write, I see only cow dung
On a fresh morning, looking for something that could inspire
I end up seeing some fresh shit, some fresh shit on some fire
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Heart Of Stone
A broken wing, and a broken bone
Of a bird, that met a stone
Lied helpless And was bit despair
Looked above If god was there.
Short of food And short of breath
Was silently waiting For his death
Asked his wings If they could fly.
Yes they said why don't you try
He gathered his strength and wiped his tears.
And soon he stood Without his fears
His eyes stared at the Dark blue sky
But just then when he was about to fly
they grabbed his neck they grabbed it hard
with all his strength he could move a yard
and yes those hands did hurt his bone
he had met a heart of stone
some ugly hands and a beautiful bird.
He cried for help But no one heard.
His wings were flawed And his muscles were stiff.
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On A Breakup
The day you left, as I recall
You stood so high, you stood so tall
No wonder you couldn't hear me say
So high you were, so low I lay
Since she has left many have left
I wish if those promises were kept
My vision has now started to blur
My hairs have shown their true color
Once which were, as dark as black
Have started to grow, on my back
And some of them which couldn't change
Have left my skull and I look so strange
Since she has gone, I am a different man
Faster than usain bolt she ran
I saw her going from my eyes
Not a single word and no good byes
Now everything I see Is blue
From movies to monkeys of zoo
Every night is same, same is the day
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