Up and Down

I'm down, I'm out,
I'm wasting away.
Yesterday was bad.
What's worse? Today.

Come on, buddy!
It can't be that bad.
In this amazing life,
you can't possibly be sad.

What do you know?
It's all right for you.
Nothing's going right for me,
I don't know what to do.

Sure, that happens,
but keep all that away.
Focus on the bigger picture,
pray for a sunny day!!

Oh please! What're you, stupid?
Wake up and smell the garbage!
Life is a bloody battlefield
and mine, is strewn with carnage.

You're so wrong, you know.
Open your eyes!
Find laughter, sweetness,
innocence behind the lies.

I guess you're right,
better to laugh than cry.
You're not giving up on me,
so I might as well try.

Now you're talking!
Just try it my way.
Yesterday was good.
Whats better? Today!

Movie Dreams

I go to sleep early
Its not just for my health.
Oh no, i snooze for a
different kind of wealth

The thing is, everytime
I happen to fall asleep,
my imagination takes
some pretty huge leaps

I have never been asleep
without dreaming a lot.
I know, dreamless is said to be better
but for me its really NOT.

I love having dreams!
And mine are pretty good.
I always see them from end to end.
So, they're easily understood!

Usually it's like a movie.
(Really good movie too!)
And the best thing is,
everytime it's something new!

Excitement, adventure,
drama, romance, fright!
Every concievable emotion,
embroiled in fancy's flight.

So, the best time of the day
is bedtime, for me!
Movie dreams are why
I love my sleep, you see?

I'm going to die

The sky is as blue as yesterday
The wind blows without haste or delay
The leaves rustle, do you know why?
Because today's the day I'm going to die

The birds, chirping like they always do,
fly to their nests with a grain or two.
Busy as usual, do you know why?
Because today's the day I'm going to die

People are walking on the street.
Nodding at other people they meet.
Their day begins, do you know why?
Because today's the day I'm going to die.

Children busy at work and play
Laughter and joy fills their day
Time flies past, do you know why?
Because today's the day I'm going to die.

Everything's fine, even without me
Nobody lives who can possibly miss me
Things go on, do you know why?
Because today's the day I'm going to die.

Don't worry, without me, they'll all get through
The world will go round without me too
It'll all stay the same, do you know why?
Because it doesn't really matter that I'm going to die

Aikel

Aikel is the little imp
that lives under my toe
Whatever I may be doing
he always likes to know

His favourite passtime
is to poke his little nose
into something, anything,
EVERYTHING that goes.

He listens to conversations,
notes everything that's said
Later, when he gets a chance
plants ideas in my head!!

He makes me say things
that I don't want to say.
I struggle, believe me,
but say them anyway!

Aikel is quite clever
he'd never reveal its him
and that he has me dancing
to his every little whim.

He makes you think I'm crazy
by my own consent
That the silly things I may do
are not what he invents!!

But don't you believe him now
I promise you its true.
This is the sort of thing
that Aikel loves to do.

So, now you know Aikel
who lives under my toe.
And realize that my foolishness,
comes up from down below!!

Colours in the Dark

Shut ur eyes to the light
let the darkness seep in
Put your fingers in your ears
obliterate the din

You're tired of this world,
leave it all behind
In darkness find comfort,
find the colours in your mind

Wait for the darkness
to course through your veins
Surrender the chaos,
let the darkness remain

Wait for a little while
then watch black turn to blue
watch as the colours
start to leap out at you.

Red, green, earth, sky
Unimagined hues
flicker, flow, swish, swirl
of sunset and morning dew

Eyes open now, you're back
to the world you belong to
Remember the colours in the dark?
Now, find them around you.

Fear of

Shallow breaths, laboured breaths,
Sanity falls apart.
Paleness and palpitation,
Fear grips my heart.

Fear of the lonely darkness,
unknown to the core
Wailing winds whooshing,
scaring me some more.

Fear of the ghostly figures,
hovering around.
White robes, cold fingers,
and tragic weeping sounds.

Fear of the red-eyed monster
there below my bed
Fetid breath, cruel teeth
to bite off my head!

Fear of the imps stealing out,
creeping up close
Making mischief in my dreams,
tweaking my nose!

Fear clouding my senses
I dare not step out of bed
the THINGS are everywhere!
OH! I wish I were dead!

My purple pebble

A poking, a pricking
an aching in my feet
somehow it got into my shoe
a pebble from the street
Small, round, purple,
a pebble it seemed to be
except for one little thing:
It sort of spoke to me.
'Dont stop coz i'm here
Just keep walking on
If a tiny pebble stops u
what happens in the storm?'
I dont remember the rest
But the pebble was pretty wise
Futher proof that great things
can often be small in size
So now, in the eye of the storm
I smile and march ahead
If anyone asks, i just reply:
So the purple pebble said.