The Teachers Song

Erase from thoughts and heart this name
You have fought, you have conquered
It is not me but you, I was never there,
You had the strength, you had the skill
If you have a vauge memory,erase
If not I have reached my goal
My skill and my strength,
I have added to yours,
So that you will add to another's,
And erased myself from your world.

The Attack

The devil dreams of a victory
Over the tears of the innocent

The coward wields the weapon
An ugly scar for humanity

A smile spreads through his face
As he sees the sighs and tears

Revenge he thinks is won
Over sorrow and blood

The hungry wolves are amok and hidden
The doors of peace are ever closed

It tears me apart to think
This cruel folly repeat

Ideals and ideologies
Ever changing
The victor and the victim
Ever changing

Hate is the name of the wolf,
Beware its bloody jaws.

The Soldiers of the Flag

Marching through the fields and hills
Drums and trumpets leading them
With drawn swords and guns all aimed
Shouting out a marching song
Now they stop,now they trot
Thus they advance to the battle front
Brave as they are , yet afraid
But they bow to no fears
Armies now to clash and swords to meet
Some that are, to be no more again
And many strong men maimed for life
Fight they must,and fight they do
Victory or defeat God decides
In this cauldron of a battle feild
Painted red and a rain of tears
Those that are , are never near
Their dreams and hopes
Have kept safe at home
Amidst the chattering of guns
And sharp caress of swords
Their tired bodies strive
Strive against a thousand odds
To comeback home someday safe
Comeback to see that welcome smile
On those lips which once bade
'Come back soon'
When they set out to war
"For every hero,a nation gains
His loved ones will only feel the loss
How burdened with war and death, the little men
For one flag to flutter
High and lightly in the breeze.

Every Time

Oh man how fickle are your joys
If one look or one word
Can wipe your smile and
Paint your face with gloom.

When you have the earth
You long for the heaven
Till eternity will you long
If you had a soul

Oh banish these hopes
Teach me to savor
These fleeting seconds
Of which I am a part

For a little more time.

Enigma

So fragile yet so strong,
What an enigma is a girl!

So sweet a soul,
Yet how deep she can wound,
Or with a smile,
Heal all pain.

So much to bear,
Yet so much her love,
To forgive all,
And every hurt

More the beauty,
Worse the tempters,
So weak in body,
But so strong in will,
To be pure,
In an impure world,
Oh! What an enigma is a girl !

Till Eternity

From where the night left off,
The day has continued,
So too I was born
To continue from where death left off.
Thus my story starts,
Till eternity to be told,
For though under a bright star,
I am writing this,
Yet if you should read this,
If the sun has grown dimmer,
And the world darker and colder,
Yet I keep in my heart a hope,
That it will be continued again,
Under some other bright star.

The dead dog

In a busy and dusty street,
Pushing along through the crowd,
Dodging the vehicles,
And the vehicles dodging me.
I jumped from one pavement
To the next
And in the dust I saw,
A dog lying dead.
Alone and unnoticed,
In the swirling crowd,
Buried in the dust
Of a thousand hasty foot,
It has reached its home,
Unmindful of all pain
And at peace, it rests.

The Wild River

If I were to write a song on Life,
It will be a deary dirge,
That's sung in wails by howling winds,
Tearing through dark woods of uncertain fate.

There is a raging black river I like,
On whose banks I sit and muse,
Whose currents carries a thousand dreams,
A thousand hopes and sighs.

It's to me a river of Tears,
A river of Prayers,
A river in which I struggle to swim.

The Truth

If it's true but it hurts
Think twice before you speak;
Do you want to speak
Because its the Truth,
Or because it hurts,
Or because you dont care

The Carriage

It was a beautiful carriage,
With silver studs and six horses,
A tall foot man in a gilded suit,
And the fat coach driver with the crackling whip.

It sped through the dark alleys and streets,
And through shadowy streets and roads,
To pick up fares it stopped
At bars, gambling houses,
Shady corners and at slums,

Even at the back gates,
Of palaces and mansions,
And sped away.

And if some one asked "Where to ?"
The coach driver would cry -
"A pleasure ride ! Hop in ! ".

And they came a lot of them
A many and varied crowd,
Drunken men ,sober men,
Reckless men ,scheming men-

Men mad for lust,some mad for money,
And men mad for power and glory.

And thus with such fares,
The carriage steadily rolled,
It went and went , a long time went,
Till it rolled slowly to a stop,
Before the dark and dreaded gates of Hell

The carriage doors are now opened
And a voice in the wilderness cries out loud,
Out now, Out !
From mirth to misery now you march !

The Endless Sea

The dark blue sublime sea,
It lies calm, before me,
A faint outline of the full moon,
I see on the blue cloudless sky.
The yellow rolling sandy beach,
So silent, empty of all but me,
Or who would come to this dreamy shore
To hear the roving wave's song.

I tread slowly along the hugging sands,
With the sea breeze on my face,
I see a group of little birds,
Flying low over the waves

I see a wide blue sky,
And I see the endless sea,
O! what a big world, is this for me!

Prisoner Of Desire

Poisoned in the cage of desire,
There is only greed in the eyes,
And all thoughts are thoughts of lust.

Oh wherein has love fled
Or is it lost forever like innocence,
Never to be regained.

Has my heart lost all tenderness
That it may never melt again,
By beauty smile or tears.

In this rocking sea of humanity
In this crowd of pain and misery,
Lost is my pity,
Lost is all sympathy
And lost is my soul.

Every man paces forth,
From morn till night,
Blindly, madly in his cage.

Oh, free me o Lord
From these heavy chains
I am a prisoner of my desire
Powerless, without your help.