A Different Song

I've been high on dope, mama
I've been a bit too high.
I've dreamt of changing rules, mama
That too were wee bit high.

What's the limit of dreams, mama
Before they shatter down?
What the limit to dope, mama
Before they bring you down?

I've dreamt of doves, mama
Dreamt of sky and roses.
Dreamt to stand my own, mama
For my beliefs and causes.

Was it all a dream, mama?
Just a lullaby song?
Why didn't you tell the truth, mama?
And sang a different song?

Finally! Finally I managed time and enthusiasm to pen down this part. Welcome folks! Welcome to Baby Universes.

This was pending for a long time. My blog. My own space. To let you go through the craps I pen down in fit on a hallucination. Won’t wish you happy reading. But definitely wish you a pleasant journey through the galaxy. More pieces will be coming up. Keep waiting.

Cheers!

The Next Big Bang

What if the world blasts right now?
Would there be a chronicle? At least a media clip?
Would you get time for the long departing kiss
As in Titanic, the Movie?

How would your girl feel?
A lone soul on Noah’s Arc,
With her unfulfilled desires.
Will she call you a looser?
Or will she showcause the world?

The answers are coming my friend.
Wait for the next big bang.