Paper Plane

I don’t know why

I don’t know when

I don’t know how

Will I free myself?

Without any reasons to pretend

I want to fly away on a paper plane

You ask me why

You ask me when

You ask me how

Oh I can’t explain

Without any reasons to defend

I want to fly away on a paper plane

Give me smiles

Give me tears

Near but not so clear

I don’t blame you for my fears

Rising above the win or lose

I want to fly away on a paper plane

Check my signs

My vital signs

When I’m in my sober self

You’ll figure it out yourself

Come and tell me what you felt

I want to fly away on a paper plane

I don’t know why

You ask me how

Gives me tears

My vital signs

Ever wondered, its all for you

I want to fly away on a paper plane

Unknown

Don't know, why so?

I'm so mad at you

Don't know, why so?

You turned to be a stranger so soon

Don't know, why so?

I can't identify my face in the mirror
Don't know, why so?
All my reason seems so funny to you 

Don't know, why so?

Every path ends with no hope at all

Don't know, why so?

Everything can't be same like before

Don't know, why so?

Time left behind seems so past and lost

Don't know, why so?

Life seems so hard, all at a lose

Don't know, why so?

Doubts gather, tear me right apart

Don't know, why so?

Have to slide down as I try to move

Don't know, why so?

Pain feels a familiar foe

Don’t know, why so?

Nothing feels like hurting me any more 
    Don’t know, why so?

Will I be ever struck by good time?

Interloop

Time to turn the stone

tear up the microphone

no time to stand in queue

enough of being left behind

grab your artillery

hit back hard

sustain the pain to get in the mood

come and get it

what was meant for you

On high medication

no lack of devotion

mind's distillation

a heart's deformation

too much of transformation

no place for any commotion

a new kinda fixation

rip apart the interloop

sleep tight and dream on

If you get lost

never worry

you're not the only one

shit happens all the time

things are not always the same

know your road

don't count the bumps

no learning will be enough

the only prophecy here

is to play it tough

to make it right

On high medication

no lack of devotion

Mind's distillation

a heart's deformation

too much of transformation

no place for any commotion

a new kinda fixation

rip apart the interloop

sleep tight and dream on

Gen Y Cinderella

Wow! Wow! Wow!

Sit up straight & rub your eyes

Here she goes

Hips, lips, nose, chin

Wow! Wow! Wow!

Little girls under knife

Tug of war with time & nature

Forceps playing magic

Lying curves doozy looks

Skin like porcelain

Single spot not allowed

Moulding every part to match up

With the printed diva
On the bed side 

Hips, lips, nose, chin

Wow! Wow! Wow!

OT, cradle of new beauty

From M to zero

Zero to that extra D

Being pushed to the wall

Scar and scared

Ready to shine up to the otherside

Pushing little mind

To a zombie march

Standing in line to

Get under the light

Fixing every inch of skin

Hips, lips, nose, chin

Wow! Wow! Wow!

Extra padding

Push-ups are the ones

Mirror, best friend

Monday to Friday

Red, green, blue, violet, pink

On high demand

Painting new skin

What about the old one? Boring

Have to crawl into something unreal

Skin made within a beauty kit

Hips, lips, nose, chin

Wow! Wow! Wow!

Degrees of freedom

It’s true 15 Aug is a big day in our calendar but at dis contemporary time its significance is questionable...I think at present tym Indian’s r divided into 2 sets...first dos ppl who wants to live in an utopian wrld n derive gr8 pride frm age old so called rich cultural traditions of India n all dos inspiring tales of our freedom fighters n how dey led down der lives...when questioned about da malices in our present day society dey just shrug off n say “look son its omnipresent, no country/society is prefect”. In my personal opinion dis set of ppl either lacks sensitivity to all da issues or dey r just happily blind .Secondly the other set da pessimistic lots or may be da idealistic fellows with a feeble voice of concern for actual quest of freedom on personal/social level, ones who knows all about da clichés n malpractices that are prevalent in our society but wtf we do abt it...just write some post or a blog or a poem may be...dats it!!! n den all of a sudden we come up n start to blame each odr abt our point of view or abt our definition of freedom n independence....I’ve never felt as an independent Indian in my lyf maybe next year on 15 Aug also I’ll come around n contemplate dis same feelings somewhere in dis virtual wrld n do nothing in between to change “myself, my society, my country”....Happy Independence day.