song by divine comedy (i just can't get over da lyrics)

I’m the darkness in the light
I’m the leftness in the right
I’m the rightness in the wrong
I’m the shortness in the long
I’m the goodness in the bad
I’m the saneness in the mad
I’m the sadness in the joy
I’m the gin in the gin soaked boy
The gin soaked boy
I’m the ghost in the machine
I’m the genius in the gene
I’m the beauty in the beast
I’m the sunset in the east
I’m the ruby in the dust
I’m the trust in the mistrust
I’m the Trojan horse in Troy
I’m the gin in the gin soaked boy
The gin soaked boy
I’m the tiger empty cage
I’m the mystery's final page
I’m the stranger's lonely glance
I’m the hero’s only chance
I’m the undiscovered land
I’m the single grain of sand
I’m the Christmas morning toy
I’m the gin in the gin soaked boy
The gin soaked boy
I’m the world you’ll never see
I’m the slave you’ll never free
I’m the truth you’ll never know
I’m the place you’ll never go
I’m the sound you’ll never hear
I’m the course you’ll never steer
I’m the will you’ll not destroy
I’m the gin in the gin soaked boy
Yeah, the gin soaked boy
I’m the half truth in the lie
I’m the why not in the why
I’m the last roll of the di
I’m the old school in the tie
I’m the spirit in the sky
I’m the catcher in the rye
I’m the twinkle in her eye
I’m Jeff Goldblum in "The Fly"
Well, who am I?

***life is not all that bad after all*

Well who am i
I ask this question every time
And my soul cries
"I" is me and "me" is I

My soul further exclaims,
You r a person, who everybody blames,
To b rude and always angry;
And u just talk to me,
And rivers of tears flow down ,when u r hurt badly
And u shout aloud why always me.

But remember that if u r made to suffer the most;
Den god thinks that u have the worlds gr8est gift-forbearance,
So that u win and raise a toast.

But these words never calm you,
And you cum crying with a wound fresh and new
Remember what I(soul) say today
And never forget until your last day.

You are not the only one who is made to suffer in this world.

Real suffering is to the new born child;
Who sleeps on the road
When he is meant to be resting in a cozy cradle.

Real suffering is to the mother who has lost her young son,
But the court says "suicide attempt" & killed by none.

Real suffering is to the man;
Who has lost his near 1's and lost the aim to live;
As the doctor has declared him HIV positive.

Just take a look around;
And u will find out for once and all;
That sufferings surround one and all,

So the next time u scream-
"Why I've been chosen?"
Take a look around
Stop being selfish;
And stop screaming y me
And I hope that will end your gr8 saga of self-pity

Loss Of Innocence

It had been a long time since he played this tune,the glory of wind and the mildly drizzling raindrops reminded him of the tune and probably there was something else that reminded him of that tune too.The tune took him back to that day.Two years back behind a church under the circumstances of the same weather and the same tune being played at the background the man had stabbed a 16 year old innocent lad.The boy had just ran into him while going towards the woman selling candles and as the garden was muddy the boy slipped and as a reflex to save himself from falling he caught hold of the collar of the hastily running away man.He would have confessed,he would have tried to make it simpler,but he just couldn't and couldn't explain it to himself that how an innocent boy's murder's confession would make it easier for him to face God on his judgment day.And all the guilt,all the fear and all the anger made him feel even more pathetic,he was losing his faith in himself and he was searching for help,a help that could let him wash away the sin he committed against humanity.
John Matthews still recalled that day clearly.Rains had just started touching the sand of the sun-drenched Goan beaches. He still could recall how a picture of him and his adopted son in a local newspaper had brought the real parents of his son and ask for their child back.He was a wealthy man,he owned 2 cashew nut factories.He would have spent his entire earnings to win the case,but the parents refused to take any money,they just kept repeating that they had left their son in an NGO's organization only because at that point of time they were not so well to do,but later the feeling of abandoning one's own child,one's own part had sickened them.And very soon they went onto search him.But John too couldn't help it,he couldn't think of a second without the boy.And soon the kid's parents moved him to court.John's' lawyer had tried his best but the parents were having an advantage of emotional inclination of the jury.The mother out of annoyance had cried out that the man if he wants could adopt some other child and thus it will be of help to that child and the mother begged for her child's custody.That day John's lawyer told John that he winning this case was uncertain.John couldn't breath,couldn't sleep,couldn't eat and just couldn't stop staring at his son and couldn't stop thinking about his useless and helpless state.John had just walked out of his home one day and gone to the north of the town.He had some work,some things to get rid of.It took him not more than 2 hours.And he was returning from there when he walked past the church,and then the boy held his collar.John's heart was pounding hard but suddenly he saw that now the boy was getting scared looking at the changing and shocking expressions of John's face.John couldn't think,he couldn't react.And the next thing he knew was he had stabbed the boy.He couldn't believe it,there was no possible rational or sane reason to support the murder.And besides there was no reason at all,the boy was unknown,didn't know john,didn't know what he was going through.Later when he sat in his home,he got a call from his lawyer saying that the couple had mysteriously disappeared.John's heart knew deep inside that they hadn't just disappeared,but mercilessly killed by a mighty selfish cruel "Human".He had killed 3 innocent people because of his mighty selfish soul which was hungry for more love and affection.But today after 2 years he just couldn't take it anymore.He wanted to confess.He thought,he thought a lot.And then he thought of confessing his brutal murder of innocence to innocence itself.It was 9 in the night and his child Richard was planning to go to bed once he was done with his prayer. John sat next to him and took his hand and he confessed.He confessed everything to him.He cried,he begged for pardon,he wanted his son to understand that he loved him and he might have been selfish but he wanted his little child to pass a judgment and he would obey it even if he has to be punished.But he wanted his son to forgive him.
John had placed his head on his son's lap and cried his heart out.And then awaiting for a response,John looked up to his kid.And suddenly he saw that the angelic light colored eyes had turned red.Red with fury,anger,anger of being cheated.He felt that his dad had cheated his belief and his trust.He was ashamed of himself and he was disgusted.He blatantly walked out on hid father and walked out of the room closing the door behind him.And john sat there realizing the truth,that his cruelty and murder of innocence had cost him the loss of innocence,innocence of his only happiness in life-his son Richard

Losing out on time

Time has won again.
A year will end again.
And memories sweet and sour promise to linger again.
Real friends standing by and untrue 1's found new 1's again.
Love crossed all limits and fears it will b forgotten again.
Heart swears to reduce the heat of the frowning parents again.
Nature promises to be a spoil sport under the effect of Mr Ozone Depletion again.
And man will make known mistakes again.
Hands will join and memories will pace in a tick tock jig again.
Cause time has won yet again!

From the musical Singing In The Rain

I'm singing in the rain
Just singin' in the rain
What a glorious feeling
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds
So dark up above
The sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face
I walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
Singin', just singin' in the rain

its not da end for us

Eyes mildly wet.
Nose turned pink.
I wipe my teary thoughts away.
M used to it ur tears,ur complains,ur sob story u say.
U dont remember da things i did 4 u.
All of dat looks miniscule in front of da things i say and do.
I know sumwer deep inside u feel like never seeing me again.
But i wud always want to c ur face even wid ma eyes close wen m dead.

crossroads

Crossroads
Today i am stuck on da lifes crossroads,
Der is love,career,family and peace to choose from.
I can't think of a damn thought,
That can save me from being stranded on lifes path;
I look up at da open sky,anticipatin divine intervention;
But der's nothin dat smiles back at me as an answer.
Except for da sun's rays which blinds me
And as i luk down and decide upon solvin da crossroad puzzle on ma own;
He gifts me wid a thinkin dat its not important to see them deviating from each other,
But important to know dat they all join at da center!