Well Respected Cry (explaining youth, the Kinks style)

And then she cried, to make him cry,
The dressed man with a weapon hand.

The thousand odd students; they were fighting for their rights,
Troopers stormed in- black spot- eating all the light.

In that City square, hope in despair,
They marched together, a peaceful weather.

I know they were raged, but holding hand in hands,
Seeking of solution, in what they thought- A Promising Land.
(Coz they're well respected group of women and men).

The meeting table in the office room, power fears for its own doom,

Shifting eye sights with some noisy nail bites,

Shame game of blame- even making it more tight.
(It was a strategical tragedy of modern times.)

Black uniforms, were ordered ON,
with the stick and gas and the water clash.

Resisting down hard upon them, when she came out,
The Red eyed girl's scilence was enough to kill the shouts,
...and they cried together, two sides of the coin.
(Oh yes they did!)

To see what you want to see

I thought, lets write about the wind and the trees,

But deep within my mind,

i know of just the thing.

Wind is pure no more,

no trees but only roads.

My dream, it seem,

found yet another blocked door.

Then i saw this old man,
standing at the river,
starin at the sky,
his body in a shiver.

I was confused when he looked at me,

He asked, "a blue sky, have you lately seen!"

T'was then, i realised,

the dark spectram up away in the heights.

and the oldman smiled it sad...
before melting in the sky.

Limits unlimited

Another time, another day- is a lost expression,
The little in the bay was your own selection.

By loosing your mind and not trying- is what you do bad,
Making the sadness happy and happieness sad.

Think of the word that defines you,
Get to it and combine too.

We've been awarded with the life's greatest form,
We must stay respectful.

The Responsible response

I'm a lie- of fading words.

A long lost sacrifice- need some love.

An utter response- to the seekers.

Even if I dont know about something- still a believer.

I asked him if i could- only to hear the silence.

A fool- I din't know.

Its my body- his holy dress.

The truth was always clear.

Nobody else but I- the load's bearer.

"put the load back on me"

Hold on, look back

Hey brother,
you got the smile missing- off your face.

Hard days,
shaking faith,
fuckin long race.

Can you tell me please,
what is it inside?
hunger, greed or just the rage!

I watched you in your happy days,
you were less tired and more amazed.

You ran with the dogs in the purple haze.

I remember your joyful screams- when it rained.

I miss you homie,
I'm sure you do too...

Cant you be the same!

The Creation

Capture the carpenter
He's goin too slow,
A wagon of words will drove you,
when it's your turn to go.

You'll find yourself in the woods then,
coz thats where he live,
and if the shadows scare you,
dont run but be ready to give.

You're the handler of the light,
you'll know it in the dark,
the machinary within you;
is nothin but God's part.

If you see a snake in there,
you must not follow the trails,
where it goes, nobody knows,
thus beware.

If its a dew on the white leaf you see,
open your heart and believe,
the creation starts here,
the carpenter lives there.

It all becomes clear when you find the rarest of rare,
the dew is you,
and You are the carpenter my dear.

"Mother" oh! my City...

My city thrived on people,
who gave love and rekindled.

My city supported the events,
inspired many a hand in hands.

My city gave shelter,
to the cuckoo birds, even the vultures.

My city never dismissed,
hopes and the folks,
the distress of abyss.

My city shared its cool,
with intelligence and so called fools.

My city gave in for creations,
in the name of our ambitions.

This, my city is feeling lost,
with noises much harsher; it pleads a little lot!

Its crying soul fading away,
with no one to hear...speak or say'