Friend

I didn't want to fight with you

Neither I wanted to break you

I didn't have any desire to teach you

As I have nothing to impart to you

I didn't want you to be like me

I loved the way you were

I just wished you were my friend

I wished I could touch your heart

I wished I could share your smile

I know its very fragile

I wished your ruby lips kissed me,

wished you could share my feelings

I wish I could call you my friend...

The Storm

The storm is over, there is an errie silence

The fire is douzed, the darkness shows its presence...

My emotions and feelings are notworth a single pence

And I thought of buying your heart worth thousand pence...

I am tired and weak,

not ready for the coming storm...

My heart beats,

but the rhythm has lost its charm...

But still I can see the light,

at the end of tunnel

Or its just another train

lost its way in the tunnel

My Dream

The dark starry night is over, the busy day is calling...

the sky is spraying the light, telling goodbye to sleep...

The childhood dream is lost, fell like dry autumn leaves

The dream is hidden there in midst of the fallen leaves

The dream of wild river, blinding mist, high mountains

The dream is lost, I search frantically

The dream blinks and plays with me through the dry fallen leaves

The old tune still haunts me

On one such starry night, the angel came down from the moon,

covered me with blanket of dream,

Walked in the kingdom beside the river,

All the children of the country came with the angel

We walked all the country along with the angel

We sang the old country song

The dream blinks and plays with me through the dry fallen leaves

The old tune still haunts me