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A walk on the shore,
Reminiscence of yonder and yore,
Hear a lonely dog bark,
Along the long road leave our mark,

A dreamt world,
Longing for a glimpse,
To cry you a song,
This home is where we belong,

Myriad seashells,
On a long stretch of white sands,
Our mind smiles,
And walks many miles,

A calm silence surrounds,
All is in equilibrium,
Secret desires resurface,
With just a glance at that anonymous face,

Life is but a dream,
Life is but a dream,

A spirit, in whom we trust,
Has wanderlust,
And all the bronze bells toll,
A sign for the cattle to return home,

Makes us wonder,
When the pied piper toots a tune,
In all our glory, mesmerized,
We fall into the whispering winds,

Enchanted, but elegantly wasted,
Our heads tucked under cerulean skies,
Waiting for a miracle man,
As the hero within expires.

Part 1

Star-studded skies,
Waves of emotions and a million lies,
Pushed to shatter all ties,

Follow the rhythm, your guiding light,
On a dark day and a lonely night,
Cling to your soul; hold on tight,

Shed a tear and wear that smile,
All life is just revile,
And we still have to walk many a mile,

For you and I to survive,
To live on to another day,
While the sun still shines, make that hay,

Twang of the bow and the poison dart,
Couldn’t do much damage to the bleeding heart,
Not a bad start,

For you and I to survive,
To live on to another day, indeed,
The hero's got to bleed,

The destination is unknown,
But we’ve spread our wings and flown,
Polished & chromed, did you see how it shone?

For you and I to survive,
To live on to another day, indeed,
To my words, you’ve got to heed

Life Is A Voodoo

Too soon, too early,
The big blow turned her life swirly,
Scarred for life, stirred and shaken,
To a new day, she does not want to awaken,

Tears in her eyes,
Are manifestations of her aching soul,
Life, which forever she will despise,
Is black and is as black as coal,

She questions destiny,
No answers are forthcoming, destiny is mute,
Life is all and tyranny,
It is something her young mind refuses to compute,

Life has traded her nightmares for sleep,
Life she thinks is far too deep,
All night she screams in fright,
While life grins at her in delight,

She is god damn confused,
Her heart is bleeding and bruised,
She knows not what to do,
For her, life is a voodoo.

Of Tranquility & Turbulence

Listening to the wind blow,
Listening to the water flow,
Looking at a resplendent face glow,
In the morning sun, walking slow,

Her tune, his hum and my whistle blow,
I have the field of pasqueflowers to mow,
But the music is lingering, and I stand still,
Yes, life is turbulently tranquil

Signs of Life

Seeds that have been sown,
Signs of life,
Know not where they have grown