which from what?

from Seed sprouts stalk;
from stalk ,the flower;

through flower the fruit and
through fruit ,seed is sought ;

then tell me in these things
which comes out from what ?

When this was sown that was born
would that be here when this is gone?

In this becoming there is no base
and without the base where is happiness?

And when that which is always IS is seen
then that which was becoming has never been.

yes I am free.

curling around the winds
of the cement laden scene,
rising above the smoke
of the early trains scream...
everyway I look around
I am always free....
yes I am free...

Parallel tracks that lead
to the gauges of daily machine
acid rains that smash into
sleepy morning side weed
everyway I look around
I am always free....
yes I am free...


Evenings that breed fatigue,
of lost day's unfulfilled greed,
fears that dont take along ,
the man's broken dream
everyway I look around
I am always free....
yes I am free...'

And I wont be all alone
on these newly founded roads,
you cannot make anything of
resentment and anger for me
everyway you look around
you are always free....
yes you are free...

Do you Know which mushrooms to ban?

When You dropped a Nuclear Bomb In Japan,
Even before my parents were born.
You still managed to break my heart.
O how could you win freedom like that?

and Do you know which mushrooms to ban?
and do you Know which smokes to ban?
and do you know which folks to ban.
Oh My friend of the white clan

When you barrel shot a woman in Afganistan,
even before I wrote this little song,
you still managed to break my heart
O how do you walked to skip that?

and Do you know which Mushrooms to Ban?
and do you Know which smokes to ban?
and do you know which folks to ban.
Oh My friend of the white clan

when you reddened the snow in moscow,
even before the spring wind could grow
you still managed to break my heart
O how could you pray to that ?

and Do you know which Mushrooms to Ban?
and do you Know which smokes to ban?
and do you know which folks to ban.
Oh My friend of the white clan

When You witched a kid in Nigerian land,
even before they learned to walk the sand.
you still managed to break my heart.
O how do you learned to spell that?

and Do you know which Mushrooms to Ban?
and do you Know which smokes to ban?
and do you know which folks to ban.
Oh My friend of the white clan

when you burned a house in Gujrat,
even before they could say the morning chant,
You still managed to break my heart
O how could you just switch like that ?

and Do you know which Mushrooms to ban?
and do you Know which smokes to ban?
and do you know which folks to ban.
Oh My friend of the white clan

Do you know Who is called the dope?
and Do you Know what is called the hope?
and Do you realize you tying it with a rope?
and Do you know we dont need your soap?


oh I wish I could just show them your plan.
and let you know which smokes to ban.
and let you know which folks to ban.
Oh My friend of the white clan.,

(P.S- the phrase 'white clan' in not used here in any racial sense.. it mostly means the people who dress up in white cloths...)

Consummation of souls.

The age old dilemma
between the woman and the man.
of two soul's disjoint,
of one wrongly sung song.

if truth is not sown
how truth that will reap?,
in the conflicts of choices
everyone ends with a weep.

she speaks many tongues
and he works many plans,
when ice for talks
turns into a clashes of clans.

the words that are jubilant,
dont stand the buds of time,
if it doesnt come from right
its only a written crime.

the balms are not many,
to flower and thorn's game,
and if both have not known,
who is it that to blame?

as they try to paint the graffiti,
of lies on temporary walls
a 'forever' of fleeting moments,
and those empty triggered calls.

oaths of giving up everything ,
and the temple of two veils,
when shattered are the foundations,
the house of packed paper fails,



But A time and again there is,
still hope in our days long,
that some day there be a flower
and that too without any thorns

Truely,when man meets a woman,
like the rain meets earth fulfilled.
and harvest is so abundant
that every soul is to be healed.

to that consummation of souls ,
we stand as a new light,
That shall be new heaven on earth,
Mankind, under the sun so bright.

Once from a certain Violet ship in motion,
fell one dim lamp out in the blue ocean.
Yellow on the high tide a glass slightly broken.
it went away and yet nobody noticed or was striken.
It had light enough to last for the night
It had fright enough to last for the life.
Lonesome , dangling it cut through the waters,
Its flame oozing of gentle tears of heavy past.
The smell of old oil and touch of old master.

Song for tommorow

Thats it for today your soul
has been cheaply sold
I will keep bringing in mine
until you have been told..

when your saviours will be dark
I will let you reveal the reel
But come on for the rim ragged now
Dont tell me How should I feel...


And when you will be reading your Books
I will snore at your door..
ah make it real quick I have
got summer mountains to own....

Snoring on your freshly bought white mats
I will give you a good reason to cry
And Once you will be all gone for tonight
I shall finally take out the sore eye.


And If your ever wonder on way
whos that man there speaking
ah I will sneak into your precious dream
and tell you what is cooking

But dont be so eagerly creepy
to waste your busy tortured lives
you think that this wont get you
but I already know of your lies.

smeared on the glass frames
are these lingering winds cries
oh be here tomorrow to call the crow
and sing a melody of deceased Prize.

Your lives are all shiny and elected
but mine is severe and yet to stand
let this be a remainder to all that is pride
of what has been built in slippery sand.