i write the songs

I’ve been alive forever,
And I wrote the very first song.
I put the words and the melodies together,
I am music,
And I write the songs.

I write the songs that make the whole world sing.
I write the songs of love and special thing s.
I write the songs that make the young girls cry.
I write the songs, I write the songs.

My home lies deep within you,
And I’ve got my own place in your soul.
Now, when I look out through your eyes,
I’m you’g again, even though I’m very old.

feb(ruary) thoughts

- A few thursdays back, i was lavishly appreciated by a lady, who i see in high regard. I dont know why i see her in high regard. Her arrogance and vinatage consciousness doesnt go unnoticed even by me, an ardent admirer. Why am i an ardent admirer of her?? i guess, i could delete 'adrent' ...but i am an admirer for sure. Some people look more influential than the rest without anythng of their own doing. I am no favorite of her...and its better this way. Obscurity suits me...it leaves me to my devices. She said she couldnt help notice how sincere and organized i was. I thought of papa, i am even one fourth systematic how u were...but however i was dat day...it got noticed and i thank u so much...

- They say black holes do exist...even in our own galaxy, the milky way. It has been found that the planets inexplicably changed their orbits coming in vicinity with the black hole...due to extra-ordinary gravity they have. So its not a theoretical concept anymore, as einstein had wished....despite proving its existence on page with pen. its no hole...its like a tunnel,its where time and space get warped, and its a point of no return if something or someone falls into it...n fall they will, cause the gravity dis hole has wont let u go, a quagmire of sorts....and so it freaks out people. Pretty much like death---isnt it?? a point of no return. They also say that the mouth of blackhole is matter-crushing gravity that disintegrates the actual dimension of any matter and make them so condensed that it perhaps becomes a single point matter...yet if something could continue to grasping sense till it reaches the tail of d black hole, one would find that it's tail is anti-thesis of its mouth, it catapults objects far beyond into a new horizon, into a new beginning...pretty much like rebirth....which may be a truth except that no-one retains the old black box of memory to validate what happens during the crossing of that blakc hole of death.

- michael jackson.

loony tune

zara aye zindagi dum le
tera deedar to kar loon
kabhi dekha nahi jisko
usse main pyar to kar loon
abhi se chhor ke mat ja
abhi teri zaroorat hai!

kabhi palkon mein aansoo hain
kabhi lab par shikayat hai
magar aye zindagi phir bhi mujhe tujhse mohabbat hai!