Forty Years

If men were made for forty years
Not a day or a minute more
Would they spend it making careers
Or go out to explore?
Would money still be as precious?
Or would time be a currency?
Would a short life be a curse?
Or full of buoyancy?

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You Touched My Heart And Left Me

You touched my heart and left me
My heart now yearns for eternity
Now my heart will never be the same
Now you tell me just who is to blame?
I, for letting you touch my heart?
You, for coming just to depart?
Of that I don’t know very much
I only know I need your touch

What Is In A Name?

What is in a name?
Call me darkness
Or call me light
You can call me nice
Nasty or impolite
You can call me wrong
You can call me right
You can call me day
You can call me night
Call me any of the words out there
What do I care?
What is in a name?

I’m Jack the Ripper
I’m Bozo the Clown
I’m happy. I’m sad
I’m beaten downtown
I’m a poor peasant
I’m a king of kings
I’m Summers and Winters
And Autumns and Springs
I’m Everybody’s business
I’m Nobody’s Affair
What do I care?
What is in a name?

I talk the same
I walk the same
I jump the same
I hump the same
I feel the same
I deal the same
I eat the same
I beat the same
I laugh the same
I cough the same
I see the same
I’d be the same
Even if you call me by any other name
What do I care?
What is in a name?

A Million Years’ Debt

A million years ago we buried our sins
Deep in the ground where the fruits don’t spring
There they lay in silence and quiet
Devoid of space and devoid of light
We lay in the fields and lost our thoughts
We shook firm hands, loosened knots
The first few nights we didn’t sleep very well
A million nights’ve passed, but who could tell?
The sun was forgiving or so wrongly we assumed
The land was hungry and the sins; consumed
Nights came with peace and the haunting had ceased
The worries in us were slowly released
But then this morning we heard a strange noise
It was nothing else but the forgotten voice
The darkest sins had burst open our lands
We informed our kids, wife and friends
For a million years they were growing their roots
Now we’re shivering in our hearts and boots
The sins have come and they will have their way
A million years’ debt now left to pay

Writer’s Block – Part 2

A big block I carried over my head
Day and night, even in my bed
Whether awake or fast asleep
The big block I always used to keep

Now whenever I sat down to write
A song or poem of great delight
Something or the other wouldn’t go right
The big block didn’t let me sleep at night

Now this block started taking a toll
My writing habits took a big fall
Just like Humpty Dumpty of the famous rhyme
Words kept eluding every time

A little advice I thought I needed
They all gave me some but none I heeded
Some even told me to visit a doc
But I refused to part with the giant block

Then one day as I felt lazy and free
I took some shade beneath a tree
The birds were singin’. The sun had risen
Yet I stayed in my big block’s prison
The winds they whispered in my ear
A clever distraction by the atmosphere
Things became clear and my mind unlocked
As the branches snatched my writing block
The words began flowing through my veins
As I sat down to write a poem again

Please Don’t Heal Me

Please please don’t heal me
I’m totally broken inside
That’s the way I want to stay
I’ve gotten used to it now
For everytime that I am healed
I am cut and shattered
Only to be put back together
Only to be broken again
Except that each time
The hope in me dies
A little more than previously
A little faster than before
This time I’m afraid
If I was to heal again
I’d be broken once more
No hope shall remain
So let me cling on
To this tiny hope in me
I’m totally broken inside
But please don’t heal me

The Saviour Has Come

The castle was seized and so was the queen
At the gates was a horror scene
Limbs and valour of ten thousand men
Mixed with dirt of the land
The throne was broke and so was the pride
All the courage was lost inside
There seemed to be no hope just right then
The roaring skies had other plans
The clouds were grey but with a silver line
A mighty bird began to shine
Flapping her wings, she brought out fears
Buried deep for five hundred years
Tell everyone. Go and make a call
The saviour has come after all