The Sea of Life... so be it, so be it, so be it!

The Sea of Life...


A quiet gloom has gripped this country
Family the basic unit is under threat
Young work force withering away
Seniors with disturbed old age
Mothers and sisters distraught
Children having to play at courts and chowkies
Men living like toy soldiers, helpless and torn

Is this the India we had imagined when free
Is this the life we had set out for?
Is this fair that innocence should suffer
Is this what they say ... stuck between a rock and hard place!

Do we act now or let our children take the blows
Is it Now or Never?, is it going to be you and me or None?

People .. We're in the same boat On the same sea
No one is immune to this injustice
Its me today.... god forbid... but its gonna be everyone tomorrow

Can't be stuck like this for ever, can we?
Lets move whatever is in our power, can we?
Lets do what we ought to do ... stand up for our rights
Its got to be me, you and everyone alive!
Alive... is a good stage to be... stay alive
Lest we be called corpses which lived a low-life
The one's who passed the bucked to us children
They did give us birth, but they were selfish
They didn't care for us, all they wanted was to live
Live a life of false dreams and egos

Lets not let this happen, lets not wilt away in silence
Lets pick up the tab, and pay it NOW, and HERE.

For we're in the same boat On the same sea
And we ought not to be
...... stuck between a ROCK and a HARD PLACE
..... never ever ..... Agnipath ... Agnipath ... Agnipath!
.... path of fire which leads to some happy place
If that's the way we have to take, so be it, so be it, so be it......

Simple pleasures of life ... Fathers of Orphans

Simple pleasures of life ....

Repressed waters of sad longings
Men who don't cry carry
Counting on his countless hopes and few blessings
Trudges through the jungle called life
Can he carry on alone, ridiculed as loveless
Will he be able to express his pain and dreams
Of simple pleasures of life, like holding his children
Playing with them, showing them this wild wild world
Being there for them, as only he can
May be there's a sunrise which changes all this sadness
May be a few sons should rise, rise above this tyranny
Rise so that life can carry on as we know
Simple pleasures of life..... are coveted, those are the most coveted of them all.

As some live as fathers of orphans!, helpless of being so.
Fathers of Orphans ..... denied of simple pleasures of life & a world denied of smiles