I'M NO DIFFERENT

On a day like no other
He arrived,He was born
A child as normal
as Harry or Tom

The village thought,
He was a miracle
They carved him out of stone
And called him god

Why put a halo on my head
When I am no different

Now its been a century
Since the legend was born
People still worship him
Not knowing what his story was

A blind across their sight
They follow a myth in unison
Anyone even a shade different
Is castaway and imprisoned

Why put a halo on my head
When I am no different

A Song About Things..

Like the touch of the warm sun in the chill

Like the sound of a new learned word

Like the smile that reaches out through the tears

Like curling up next to you after a long day

Like the breeze that cools off the trails of sweat

Like the nostalgia on seeing a familiar street

Like the first ever dance in the cold cold rain

Like soaking tired feet in the fresh waters of a lake

Like finding comfort in the dark and the quiet

Like the rock hard trust found in a child’s eyes

Like singing about the small things or nothing at all

Like finding the last words to finish a song.....

Claustrophobic

Routine invasions into my zone

Inflate the magnitude of rage

Frowns, growls, threats, all expendable

To thwart the prowler on my turf

So with wax I trace shadow lines around me
Shooting up a web of lasers
They surround me
Protect me
From intrusion

Gasping for air
I fail to find
I fail to find
Claustrophobic!

A wide open sky shimmers over me
Solace in my own space
I raise my arms to finally breathe deep

Itching, burning, threatening
My lasers burn deep through my skin
Menacing, hostile
Warning me to abide by my rules

Gasping for air
I fail to find
Still painfully
Claustrophobic!

Coiling in wards
a foetus I grow back into
Pushing through
Nudging through
Wriggling to make space
Elbowing my own creation


A box of illusionary lines
We choose live in
We choose to create
we choose to nurture

We choose to be claustrophobic.

The Last Twenty Steps Of Fire

While Tibet fights for its Independence from the Chinese Government, two teenagers, ages 17 and 19 burnt themselves as a sign of protest against the Chinese empire. They were, however not the first ones. 49 others have burnt themselves to bring about a revolution. These teenagers, on the martyrs way, took their last 20 steps and collapsed. This is a homage for them. I could not think of any better way to honour them than this. 

All for a cause

All for a fight

All that was needed was a flaming light

Two young souls

Ablaze with passion

Treading on the footsteps of the 49 knights

The fiery brave hearts

On the martyrs way

Crumbled into ashes as they knelt to pray

The last twenty steps of fire

Of hope | of rage | of war | of desire

The last twenty steps of fire

To freedom from chains | chains of the empire

Homage to the messengers of the revolution

We salute your protest against the constitution

An alter, where the sacred fire would burn

A reminder to believe that the fates could turn

Your sacrifice reflects the Pure Divine

You are our messiah, You are our Superhuman.