The Same Old Story

Last song to make me feel,

Like I'm real to this dream,

Last breath to make me see,

How fake people can actually be,

Maybe today's the worst day of my life 

But I'll survive, 

Cause after every dark night, 

There's a bright day, 

That covers it all away and I get a chance to be,

A part of you that somehow wants to move out of me,

So, can you see who I am,

Falling down from heavens ground, 

Cause I'm the only one left here begging

Beauty is a curse that makes you want to trust,

That makes you want to burn and turn to dust,

But the story's getting old,

Even though I'm told,

That you have to let go of what you hold

Frozen in a moment so cold that i forgot who I am,

The broken hope inside my head taught me how to stand,

Cause you cover it all away when i get a chance to be,

A part of you that somehow wants to move out of me, 

I've taken away all of my fears, 

I'm bringing you down with me 

I've opened my eyes to something real,

You could never be close to me 

Can you see who I am,

Falling down from heavens ground, 

Cause I'm the only one left here begging

You were a curse that made me want to trust,

That made me want to burn and turn to dust

But the story's getting old, 

Cause I had been told I'd have to let go....!

(M.S.Khan)

[Self-Invasion - The Pagliacci version]

     World doesn't decide the pace of life; perhaps. The waves of fortune slide away the chuck of goodness. Creeping through the luminous stars of fraternity, I leave myself alone in this brawler's world. A perfect knock-out punch - not even a grappler's arm breaker or high gut-wrench power bomb. An insult of credence back a sloppy guy and his only friend and foe - the loneliness. Loneliness kills a guy, down and under it shrugs him through, stabs him through, the anxiety curses his reign. He just awaits a glimpse of light, just a ray of hope. Some might say that sunshine follows thunder; go and tell it to the man who cannot shine.


       Lets go self-accountable this time. With a in-depth indulge of sorrow offered in the package, let this world sublime in another age of time. Take me at the top of the world cause I just want to see my crime. Breathless sighs accompanied by some heart throbbing, "Ahh!". Wow! my Lord I didn't realize, I just stumbled through time . I lost just about everything; they say my greatness, my ambition, my faith and most of all myself. Just only if you had knew, if just only u had knew.

I met my Love after 7 years!

I met my love after seven years,

When my life had finally changed its' gears,

Frozen like statue;  my reaction was never clear,

Either recall my haunted past with fear,

or welcome the babe with holy cheer,

or sit idle and do nothing but stare,

I saw my love after seven years,

Her fluffy cheeks turned pale though,

Time is a foe; I realized too,

Eyes drenched with twilight,

Never dreamed to spare that cruel night,

Her smoky lips and golden hairs,

I saw my love after seven years,

The night when the moon glazed and stars twinkled,

What about me a loser? who musted and trembled,

I thought a lamp of hope would really lit,

But later it turned out nothing but shit,

For an instant I dreamed of her and me in a fairy ground,

Priceless palace where no one was there to found,

Dancing in her fingers a approached closer to her cheeks,

Woke up; The waiter brought me some kebabs and sheiks,

I ate them quickly as I was falling late,

My life, my love, my girl, my fate,

She smiled again as she used to do,

Her elegant feat stole my heart though,

Soaked in the memories of past,

The time me and her had a blast,

As every love story has a twist,

I wished I had never experienced that quest,

The envy of others caused my demise,

I wish now I had killed those three blind mice,

I claimed to be a man of versatile,

But never knew my love was too fragile,

At an instant, I caught an eye-contact,

Her elegant sight had the same impact,

Her fainted face soon revealed the time that had passed,

Me; out-smarted, out-dated and out-classed,

At an instant, she was gone,

Like a thrilling mist of Armageddon,
The die-hard patient then, searched for Teressa the nurse,

The moment his life was doomed with curse,

I resisted even though I wasn't that clever,

I believed that our love would live forever,

Shocked to death plus eager and keen,

D'you you really know what I mean?

History is mystery; either Nixon or Zedong,

I inquired myself, "Where did it all go wrong?"

The day I made a home of plastic clay;

Those noons when I heard depressing tunes of fray,
Those evenings I cried lonely in my loft,
You're my night angel that turned Lara Croft.
There are four and twenty million doors 
No matter my gardens grow the shiny ores,
I'm all done with life's endless corridor,
It now seems I don't care no more.
A flying dove dies as a rotten rover,
Oh boy! my love then flashed 'Game Over',
I met my love after seven years,
A night later; when I bursted with tears...!

(M.S.Khan)