The Race Against Time

I'll write about pain and heartache, A broken river infested with plague, A different colour to give, And, a different person to take... I'll write about life, on a slate, But, I'll repeat the same mistake, A clasp on my soul, Fastened to your fate... I'll write about what I miss, And, I won't be lying, A face with no name, Deluded, I'll be fine... When I write, I'll pick a different lane, Will it be me? Or, just another name? And, when you read this, Would it be enough or less? Will it mend a broken heart? It won't, I confess... Nobody to love. Oshan

Written with broken lines, Glazed without spine, Gallowed with turmoil, Still looks benign? Is it a story, Or the shadowed truth? A time to rejoice, Or close a dusty book? Is it the mountain, That ends in depression, Or, a sea of lies, With a thirsty first impression? It's a theory of errors, A notion spelt élan, A chain you made, That will end with pain. Break free. Oshan .

And I have been waiting, For all my life... I won't break the suspense, Until it ends in disguise... When I was four, She smirked at me, From her yellowing galore.. Don't worry! It's nothing new, Dear Teacher, I'm not into you... When I was eight, She entered Third 'B'... Look who got married? At 23. When I was ten, I learnt with a pen... Some people can just work, With words hit by a shark... When I was thirteen, I met a friend... With all ups and downs, Love remains the trend... When I was fifteen, I crossed the line.. It was just a phone call, With her mom, On the other side... When I was sixteen, I'd like to skip, Everyone I met, In a colloquial slip... When I was seventeen, I met her again, again and again... Fuck! College life, Isn't that plain! When I was nineteen, I was in a mess... And, I'm writing again, Each day is less. And I meet more, With no regrets in life. I love more, No clauses abi...

Cut by cut, Time to time, I see myself tangled, crime to crime... I take these passages, lime to sublime, And you can't see the beauty, Beauty, costs a dime... When you see the world, Your eyes to mine, Say that you love me, Hypocrisy is the regime... Where vodka is served, five to nine, Confusion is a religion, You can't draw a line... Oshan.

When dead wires meet this world, And, your mind is clogged with hay, When ire meets indecision, And, you are tuned to 'the fray', Whom do you look up to? Where do you find your way? When your cake tastes sour, And, you find black through shades of grey, When harmony is the victim, But, you wish it doesn't stay, Will you lie a lie? Or, live with this dismay?  When love hurts, And hurts more each day, When you hold too much, But, hearts are made of clay, Would you still take this road? When it's time to runaway. Oshan

Have you been to the crawford? Where life is a treat, Where they sell happiness, Beneath the dead meat. They killed the new born, In an hour of deceit, I smiled at the obit, Guilty, should I plead? In the mist of anonymity, Some hands were laid, Let loose the mockingbird, They joined and they preyed. As these circles clang, Someone's deciding your fate, If here is where you want to be, You'd rather be late. Oshan

Happiness is… When you don’t have to blow those birthday candles anymore, Happiness is… When no one is waiting for you, on the other side, Happiness is… When someone doesn’t make your days seem longer, Happiness is… When the names you’ve lived with fade away… Happiness is… When faith bites the dust… Happiness is… When you’re all alone… And this is, Happiness! Oshan..