Depressed

I feel stranded amidst utter confusion
Without space enough to breathe any air
All the so called hardships faced so far
Make no meaning whatsoever at all
 
Why does it have to be a dream that we all seek
Isn’t there enough pain living as it is
The song kept playing again and again
Yet there is neither sunshine nor rain

Seems like I have lost every reason to smile
Realized when was asked to greet with pleasure
The darn work never gets finished,
With the same old ridiculous morons ahead

I want to get rid of the chaos
Dive deep in the sea of calm
With no perturbing thoughts whatsoever
Driving me nuts in the dungeons

No I don’t want another smoke
To vile out the pressure
I want a sweet insomnia
Drained into my senses after a cold November rain

Memories down the line

The other day I was browsing through albums of mine,

Oh, how much have I missed those memories down the line.

Damn the fat guy and the lazy bones,

And that bugger taking sips of wine.

That very day, the first birthday,
Did we learn the pranks we play today.
The magic of the colored films worked great any day,
Capturing stills which reverberates chords even today.

While I was browsing through the album of the sophomore,
I realized how we started taking the course following a folklore. 
Like any other bunch hungry to explore,
Were we arguing over the things that lure.

Damn smart were we dressed in suits, 
Moving from candid adolescents to vibrant youths.
Whenever I chance to stumble on those albums of mine,
I always have a smile brought by those memories down the line.

Prologue

More than a few years have gone by,

Since the tag been there on a guy.

Thought of once writing a tale about one guy,

Who had fought his way out and went by.

In the beginning there was no lie,

Just not enough brains to fry.

Now he gazes at the stars in the sky,

Without an attempt to evade the firefly.

There was once a time,

When the lips had no time to dry.

Gone are the days,

When the heart had the emotion to cry.

One day he was forced to leave the den,

To roam around to mingle.

He walked bravely in the confusion,

Till he got Lost in a Concrete Jungle.