Love Ain't There

Today I have a show for under-privileged children in the city. I guess we are lucky we have so much to do and so many things in life. Yet we never pause to think about them and never realize what they really mean. What we do is complain and whine in spite of everything.

I wrote this song last year about the children who have no place to call home, who are used and abused by the society we have built for ourselves, who are lost and are without love. I pray for their souls to be happy and pray that we change. I am going to sing this tomorrow without any expectations of criticisms or compliments. I hope people understand a little of it and change a little bit at least. Those bits can sum up to an extraordinary amount in the future.....

P.S.: CLICK ON THIS LINE TO LISTEN TO THE SONG.

I close my eyes,
surrounded by the talking rain.
I lift my hands and I,
I cry for you and I pray.

I wait for no one.
I wait for everything to be alright.
But I keep waiting,
waiting for a star to come out shine.

Before its too late I want to make a wish.
A wish for good to come and try to coexist.
Love ain't there, there's so many things to lose.
Don't lose faith or you won't know what to do.



I'm now alone,
surrounded by the unknown despair.
But I'm hopeful,
that my world is gonna change.


I'll wait for no one.
I'll wait for everything to be alright.
And I'll keep waiting,
waiting for my star to come out shine.

Before its too late I want to make a wish.
A wish for good to come n try to coexist.
Love ain't there, there's so many things to lose.
Don't lose yourself or you won't know what to do.

"Heal The World"

www.facebook.com/sftimetochange - This one's for a contest.

"Time to change" encompasses almost every little detail that we have to offer as the human race. After millions of years of inhabiting the planet, we've made serious errors and gone ways that are so wrong as only conceivable in the very devil's mind himself. While there have been people who have tried to spread the message of bringing about change through protests, their music, poems, stories, the media, the success obtained hardly passes for anything that's worth boasting about.

"What we've got here is failure to communicate,Some men you just can't reach, So, you get what we had here last week,Which is the way he wants it!Well, he gets it!N' I don't like it any more than you men."

Communication and acceptance together form the greatest tool that we could ever use to treat the epidemic that are our own wrong doings. We do have communication in our society as well as acceptance. But these exist very rarely together. The key to finding a solution to change the world around us is ourselves. The moment we change ourselves, we change the world. But each one of us is so busy trying to find a place for ourselves among this maddening crowd, trying to get the better of one another, trying to lead the others, that we forget the initial objective we had. It's time people made promises to themselves and kept it. It's time they took a good look at themselves before believing in anybody else. It's time that people stopped killing in the name of the same God, in whose name others preach peace. If God to people is the omniscient being who brings peace and harmony and love among humankind, where does the killing come in? Love and peace can only step in when we have respect for each other. If we want peace to step in, we must respect every man,woman and child around us. And if we do respect them, why kill them? Isn't it against the very logic that God helps bring peace unto ourselves?

I wonder how many people sleep fitfully at night in today's world. We are all worried about where our lives are going and what the future holds for us. We continuously refuse to see the bigger picture or help contribute to it. We think we are in our own individual ways but we are not. Attending a protest rally, donating some money towards people working to bring the change doesn't make a difference. The heart needs to be in the right place, to believe in something and not budge one inch. That's where we go wrong. We are fickle and swayed easily. Acceptance of cultures, religions, nations among others is a key step on the larger scale. But before any of that happens, acceptance of the same within the nations themselves is what is needed. 
 

For years down the line, almost all nations and their people have aimed to bring about peace to their land. It started out with the caveman himself, and Darwin fortified the same generalizing it as ‘survival of the fittest’, underlining the fact that each creature will eliminate any possible threats to his territory in order to maintain peace for his own self. The concept broadened, changed structures & morphed into various forms down the time line.

Today we still fight for peace against each other. We claim to be the most advanced animal that has ever walked yet we still have not found a key to nurturing peace. We point out differences between every other men, inculcate in our children to develop the same wrong ideals we ourselves have. If you put an African elephant and an Indian elephant in a cage, both would just see each other as elephants. Why is it that we point out differences? It is time, don’t you think? Time we found a solution to the bother. Every day the video and the print media report blasts, shootouts, accidents, fights, robberies. All of it has become so common that people hardly take any notice nowadays. How many of us remember every tragedy that has shaken the very roots of our world? The numbers are so great that remembering has become an impossible feat to accomplish. What if everyone lived in harmony, without the urge to nose around? The world would most definitely see a lot less lives lost and a lot less families grieving.

“With great power comes great responsibility”.
We all nodded our heads in assent to it when Uncle Ben told Peter Parker in Spiderman. What did we do about it? Did we at least take a look in the mirror to see if we even respected ourselves enough to be responsible? No. Because we are afraid we will let out the truth we hide from ourselves even. The mask must be kept on. Without realizing so even.

The word here is “WE”, not “I”. WE must act together as a whole to prevent the world falling to pieces at our own hands. The future belongs to us and our children. Let us strive to remove quarrels, trifles, wars in the name of religion, caste, creed, religion that threaten every bond we have among ourselves. Let us teach our children the same values-there is no difference. We are all humans. If we do not have a solution to peace, let us not start anything that breaks peace where it exists. For the world is not ours alone.

As the deceased has rightly said:
“Heal The World
Make It A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Entire Human Race
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me”
~Michael Jackson.

"Once there was a way to get back home"

Sun in the doorway

It got cold for a while
when winter came to stay.
We couldn't wait for it to end
so spring would come our way.

Every year with the turn of the sun
our house would smell so very different.
The rooms would brighten up even at night
and for once mother wouldn't have to worry bout the rent.

At the end of February
we all kept watch on our mother's room.
The sunshine that never glanced that way in the cold
started creeping slowly through the doorway.

The first sign of gold
would set off a shriek from little Mona.
She would run down the stairs in delight
to clutch at mother's skirt.
And she didn't need to say a word,
mother knew what she was excited about.
A tear would roll down her cheek
as she hurriedly offered a prayer.

Within a day or five
we knew we'd change
the way we laughed and cried.
We would lead a different life
through thunderstorms
and the humid nights.

For it was the season
when father came home
after a tiring winter night.
For it was the season
we'd sing of hope
and father not returning to fight.

Little Mona would be the first
father scooped up in his arms,
as she hurtled out of the door
when his car pulled up by the ferns.
Mother would cry silently
humming a little hymn of gratitude.
A hug and a smile was all they shared
after six months of solitude.

And sooner than enough
mother would be smiling again,
the bubble of fright in her heart
would deflate to almost nothing.

But with the nearing of the cold
the bubble would come alive again
silently tearing through her soul
making her wonder who was to blame.
But she was brave and her smile she faked
as screams and canons beat on her eardrums.
We said nothing but Mona cried her eyes red
knowing no reason behind the hymns her mother hummed.

Red

The days have been shaping up through the window.
The shadows of the bars twist everyday on the wall.
The pane turns frosty as soon as its midnight,
not caring if its winter, summer or the fall.

And she sits still and quiet by the curtain
The rose withered in her hand,
trying in vain to keep ahead of its time.
Her feet twitch when the sunlight hits her toes,
glinting a dark stained red that she had never painted on her nails.
She watches the birds hopping on the building far off
who come to visit her sometimes in the afternoon.
She never makes an effort to reach out to them
however shrill their calls start to get.
All she knows is a pain unknown to us.
A pain we never imagined her to know.
But who knew she was chosen to walk that path?We've called out to her a hundred many times
but she's never turned her head to us.
All we see is a drop of water or two,
sometimes around her feet or on her red stained palms.
The wall she's leaned on through the years
has turned red in patches beneath her hair.
The flowers have stirred their heads to face her
asking a thousand many times to forgive
and join their sisterhood.
A tiny nod I had noticed from her one day and all at once
it seemed the flowers drooped their heads and leaves.

She'd alone faced her lover
never knowing of the wrath he hid.
She'd screamed in vain all day and all night long
Praying that someone would hear her bleed.
We had taught her forgiveness when she was young,
but there was no way now
that we would even ask her to listen to us
or remember what we had taught her.
We were far apart I understood
but a fluttering breeze seemed unfamiliar always,
sometimes parting the fringes she kept covered her face with.
But she had promised never to show her face again,
and kept her head bowed on her knee
as she crouched up tighter, cold and closer
yet more distant with the passing trees.

Two Days

Marching down into the dawn of red,
Spies running ahead to uncover the nests.
The colors of the nation hanging by the rope
Would eight hundred suffice to resist the test?

Soon enough the vulture's eye
would be stabbed with a sword and ripped from within.
But whose vulture will be throttled first?
The common man or the relentless king?
An uprising not too late in time
rising from an exploited mime,
Where the shovel is silent and the daggers scream,
The time had come to recover the dreams.

The dogs start howling at the very sight
frantic in anticipation of the impending fight.
The children all crouch hiding in the dark,
Sheltering their lives to be torn apart.

The last gaze of the moon falters and hides.
The stars whimper away with the night.

As the ground shakes with sheer strength of force,
As the men keep shouting themselves hoarse.
As the sun blinks its weary eye,
As the jackals shriek and cower in fright.
As the fires burn in raging silence,
As the swords glint with a hint of violence.
As the hope clashes with the fearsome past,
As the fist rises in a struggling mass.

The next two days will determine their fate
Stories untold will lay to waste.
History will only unfold the face
of the sunshine that might arrive just too late.

Through the window

Cry because you want to
smile because you care
there are no restrains binding you down
except ones you care to make.

It's all pandemonium
never resting still in one place.
It's always a vagabond want
that seems to be chasing us away.
the sky changes colour sometimes
but forever stays right up there
the roads below them go on for miles
without winds to brush their dust away.

Faith breaks down losing sight of hope
The lights glow dim as we ponder
thinking has led us to solutions wise
and the same has led to thunder.
we reside in our own memories
fighting battles that are always our own
on the outside we keep fighting for each other overlooking what is already known.

with each day we are surer still
of what we can do from our window sill
but with each passing day we step further away
further away from our window sill.

we've grown old watching fellowmen pass
and we've lost count of days gone by so fast

we've learnt much from our journeys through the window
now we've started stepping back to places that we know.

A Bluer Christmas

I can hear all the quiet suddenly.
Its nowhere near what quiet used to be.
The lights are quieter & the streets seem new
There aren't many who're trying to break free.

I don't know how long it has been
One day u left home just suddenly
And all i can now do is yearn for you.
Run in circles to find a sign of you.


I won't give up yet
I'd wait a thousand winters if I could
I will see u yet
Come back soon before I start to forget.


Scattered in lights the city shines brand new.
The cold is come the winter wind is biting blue.
But with u not around my summers are even cold.
Christmas will be bluer again without you.



I won't give up yet
I'd wait a thousand winters if I could
I will see u yet
Come back soon before I start to forget.