A part of my soul

You leave; I don't know when I'll see you next;

I don't turn back to see you walk into the crowd

Good bye is not what I wished to say

But I said just those words out clear and loud.

I don't think I am going to miss you as such.

I realize more than ever, with this growing pain,

I feel like you leave with a part of my soul,

And I know not when I shall see it again.

It's as though my soul were a thousand souls,

One's with you, just a part of the whole.

I first saw it today, truth be told;

In the notes that you play on the strings that you hold.

The pain comes from awareness of that part of my soul,

While knowing that it is safe with you,

In the hope that someday it'll come back to me.

Some day - when I let it through.

Independence Day

Freedom we got, in 1947, its been an eternity, since.

Was it freedom we got, I don't know what - cause Freedom still makes us wince.

We are free so to say, to do what we wish, kill thousands and still be unharmed.

But just don't marry someone from the wrong caste, lest some ppl feel alarmed.

We are free to dress just as we please, no rules on how short a skirt should be.

We do not depend on the police any more - we are as 'independent' as one could be.

We are free to choose the career we want - no pressure - just be what you are.

A scientist, a doctor.. An engineer at worst - not a mechanic who fixes a car.

You want to write? Write a book, write a movie, a song, a play.

Just be sure it has no 'ugly' content, so it may see the light of the day.

When you draw a painting or a cartoon, be sure to be polite.

Paintings and cartoons should entertain people  - not get you on a London flight.

Our culture is rich, but what it serves to be, is mostly societal pressure

And freedom is sparse, believe it or not, it's mostly - thanks to this culture

And when all is done and the day is gone, and no-one has had their way,

We hoist a flag, we look up at it, and wish each other "Happy Independence Day!"

Blue Sky

Take me to That place where my heart - it used to soar
Take me to that place you and I, we both adore
Take me to that place which just seems to be no more..
Oh please take me to that place which I know still is .. for sure.
Blue sky.. Blue sky.. Blue sky..

That place would always have a very different hue
The feeling we would feel was so beautiful and true
That place it used to strike a chord deep in my heart
Oh that place, it seems so far now as we have grown apart.

I believe my darling that you can get me there.
The place that you and I know does exist somewhere. 
And I know my darling you want to get there too.
Ah the place.. that belongs to me and you.
Blue sky.. Blue sky.. Blue sky..

Take me where my soul will surrender  once again
Take me where there are no ties no fears no pain
Take me to that place where my heart begins to flyyyy.......
blue sky.. Blue sky.. Blue sky..

History

Wile we bask in the glory of the present
In the glory of this moment alone,
Let us not forget what brings us here
That long winding story that's etched in stone

Let's not forget what once was true
For true it was, no doubt.
We were human then and we are human now
So what's there to fret about?

What's true, is true! It's clear as day.
It was true, it is, and will be.
It wouldn't really care if you looked or not
So if you don't, it will still just BE.

But if you do care to open your eyes
You'll see another million eyes awake..
For while you dreamt that everyone's asleep
They were just waiting for you to wake!

Gray

Lines are drawn in black, on white...

or in white on black... if you please,

But you couldn't draw a line between the two,

There cannot be straight lines at least!

Ah.. the love story of black and white

who were so inseparable indeed

No one could draw a line between the two

It was almost an impossible deed.

Black was all that white was not..

He was like the dark dark night.

And white was all that black was not..

As though a brilliant light.

Those inseparable two quarreled everyday

Their wars would never end

Yet they never gave up their ways

Neither one would ever bend.

No one else wanted to stand with either

There was need for a "golden" mean.

But poor Gold could not draw the line

And no one else seemed very keen.

Solemnly, it was declared

upon a hazy day

That the grave task would be taken up

by invincible 'Gray'.

Now gray he was a clever chap,

He sat between the two,

He nodded here he nodded there,

he gave his two cents too

He got a little share of white

and black too gave his share

And as he started blending in,

they didnt even notice him there!

He blended more and more

and took up so much space at last

the space between real black and white

grew glaringly vast

Everyone was happy now

that they had a place to stand

And even as they stood in gray

for nothing they'd have to stand.

As gray settled in between,

The division had begun

But no fool really noticed that

Now black and white were one!!

That girl

Oh, where is that care-free girl?

Who sang at the slightest chance..

and yet never cared to dance!

She sang sweet songs - all the time!

She did it for no reason, but only for the rhyme!

:*)

Ahh there she is... I spotted her alright!

A twinkling smile, shining bright!

Once in a while she likes to play hide and seek

and she always goes and hides in shadows - dark and bleak.

Sometimes I'm left searching for her night and day!!

But I gotta tell you a secret - her smile always gives her away! :D

Times Square

She went about life as usual, although it was not.

And she knew it wasn't. She did not pretend it was.

But she did nothing about it. She wondered if she needed to something about it.

Perhaps deep inside she felt, she did need to.

But somewhere even deeper within, she knew it did not matter.

It did not matter, because no one knew right from wrong anyway.

No one knows and no one can tell.

May be intuition can? But intuition is a selfish thing as well.

What does right mean anyway? and what is the meaning of wrong?

Right for whom? Right says who?

There is no right and wrong. They are just illusions to feed her ever hungry mind.

her ever hungry self,

her ever hungry ego...

to calm it down..

She tells herself that something is right and something is wrong, so she may be able to make a decision, or take a stance.

To temporarily create an illusion of peace among the ever increasing chaos in her mind.

Instead, would it be wiser to accept the chaos and find peace in it?

No one would believe that it indeed is possible to do so;

not unless they visit Times Square at least 4 times; and just sit and stare for a while.