tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316807902011-07-29T13:23:46.314+05:30And other intriguing misconceptions.Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.comBlogger781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-54612611719281972842010-01-29T04:58:00.002+05:302010-01-29T05:01:48.681+05:30All about your high heeled shoes<div>And that purple dress you choose</div><div><br /></div><div>Taking me along for the ride</div><div>For an opinion pushed aside</div><div><br /></div><div>No, you don't mind the sting</div><div>Because you know its the in thing</div><div><br /></div><div>Swimming amongst the elite</div><div>Trying to look petite</div><div>Smile baby, let me see those fangs</div><div><br /></div><div>Everybody's reactions</div><div>Is what makes you be</div><div>Everybody's reactions</div><div>Is what changes, see</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-5461261171928197284?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-33031986599367029712009-12-14T02:22:00.002+05:302009-12-14T02:31:20.189+05:30I grew up and moved away<div>Couldn't say what I wanted to say</div><div>To him</div><div><br /></div><div>We were only seventeen</div><div>Oh, what our lives could have been</div><div>Today</div><div><br /></div><div>They talk of us as though it was</div><div>Just a fact of nature 'cos</div><div>Of him</div><div><br /></div><div>Long forgotten years ago</div><div>He saw blood and he wanted more</div><div>And more</div><div><br /></div><div>Put a knife through a girl he knew</div><div>She was only twenty two</div><div>And he smiled</div><div><br /></div><div>He left his mark on the town</div><div>One by one, he took them down</div><div>And he smiled</div><div><br /></div><div>And all along he was not alone</div><div>I should have left him on his own</div><div>But I stayed</div><div><br /></div><div>And all along through this mess</div><div>I should have run, I must confess</div><div>But I stayed</div><div><br /></div><div>Every night he'd go away</div><div>Come back with a red shiny blade</div><div>He'd laugh</div><div><br /></div><div>Never realised what he'd become</div><div>A monster was what he'd become</div><div>I didn't know</div><div><br /></div><div>Then once I caught the glint in his eyes</div><div>Looked at me, he held his knife</div><div>He smiled</div><div><br /></div><div>Now the boy had gone too far</div><div>Lunged at me, gave me a scar</div><div>And I ran</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-3303198659936702971?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-16524025477100546882009-12-11T05:17:00.003+05:302009-12-11T05:25:55.877+05:30Oh how they come and go<div>Like winds across a river flow</div><div>Talks to him like she would know</div><div>About the cold</div><div><br /></div><div>Seemed to him like every saint</div><div>Needed a crime that they could taint</div><div>When she knew she had nought to gain</div><div>It cast a stain</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, he thought, how would he do</div><div>All the things she wanted to</div><div>His world never seemed so blue</div><div>He wished he knew</div><div><br /></div><div>All the words that he heard</div><div>Never seemed to know where they were</div><div>He looked at her, it caused a stir</div><div>It was all a blur</div><div><br /></div><div>She looked him down, he was a clown</div><div>But her feet were firmly in the ground</div><div>She locked the door without a sound</div><div>She was never found</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-1652402547710054688?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-74593317530410008112009-12-07T04:31:00.002+05:302009-12-07T04:36:27.956+05:30Wake up and sing me a song<div>About sunrise and chocolate</div><div>And things that turn you on</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-7459331753041000811?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-5800928357297605442009-11-01T14:27:00.002+05:302009-11-01T14:31:40.344+05:30When she was taught<div>They told her not to get caught</div><div>Their system was clearly flawed</div><div>But that was all that she had got</div><div><br /></div><div>When the clock struck two</div><div>She wanted to run away with you</div><div>She believed every word was true</div><div>And that's all she wanted to do</div><div><br /></div><div>When she was sad and wanted to talk</div><div>He asked her to go out, take a walk</div><div>She thought he had the key to her lock</div><div>It came to her as quite a shock</div><div><br /></div><div>Now she thought of all she was taught</div><div>How they told her not to get caught</div><div>All she did to him was nod</div><div>The system was clearly flawed</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-580092835729760544?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-49368646193877351062009-11-01T14:13:00.002+05:302009-11-01T14:25:43.995+05:30The situation wasn't treating me<div>Like a breeze against my hair</div><div>That takes me to the top of the rainbow</div><div><br /></div><div>She wasn't an angel</div><div>But every weekend</div><div>She took me along for a ride in her story</div><div><br /></div><div>Of praises and tears</div><div>I'd wait for the ending</div><div>So I could kiss her goodbye</div><div>And see her laughing at me</div><div>And ask her for another</div><div>Story so she would stay longer</div><div><br /></div><div>Just a regular boy</div><div>That's what I was, but</div><div>She never really seemed to think so</div><div><br /></div><div>After she made me feel special</div><div>She said she was sorry</div><div>She had to leave me</div><div>For another man tomorrow</div><div>She loved him very deeply</div><div>And I wasn't very special</div><div><br /></div><div>And now its tomorrow</div><div>I see them by the sunset</div><div>Walking hand in hand</div><div>in a sea of sorrow</div><div>Telling me that I</div><div>Wasn't really very special</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-4936864619387735106?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-44750122052983549072009-10-12T16:54:00.002+05:302009-10-12T16:57:06.054+05:30Take another turn<div>All the clowns are dancing, why don't you join them?</div><div><br /></div><div>Run across the street</div><div>Wear that purple dress that you love</div><div><br /></div><div>Don't say another word</div><div>You want to listen to the wind now</div><div><br /></div><div>How did you find me, I don't know</div><div>How did you find me, I don't know</div><div>Will you wear that purple dress you love?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-4475012205298354907?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-36227091864739241702009-09-18T02:44:00.003+05:302009-09-18T03:06:56.915+05:30<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Why do people yell about from the mountains<br />When all they need is a decent paycheck<br />To fulfill their unsatisfactory lives<br />Like a dozen worrisome warts stuck in a box<br />Living together with nobody for company<br />Each too busy trying to look good for the other<br /><br />Cash registers full of change from last night<br />Journeys existing trying hard to remain parallel<br />‘No conflicts!’ they say when one path crosses another<br />Though each is busy trying hard to look good for the other<br /><br />There’s talk of streets so full that we’d have to<br />Sell our hides for a place to live<br />Hundreds of years have already passed<br />The streets are full and they’re digging holes looking for places to live<br /><br />There aren’t any mountains to shout about from<br />Then there’s talk of rocket ships with<br />Rooms and restaurants and things<br />Strange how people get about their lives<br />When all they do is try to look good for each other</span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-3622709186473924170?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-92216504069803686402009-07-17T20:49:00.003+05:302009-07-17T21:02:16.360+05:30She calls you, hey hey!<div>Would you come with me today?</div><div><br /></div><div>She gets a headstart, all the way</div><div>Takes you to a fantasy place</div><div><br /></div><div>And she'll make you walk away</div><div>beside the reds and blues and</div><div>Greens and whites and lets play!</div><div><br /></div><div>She'll look you up and down</div><div>With her eyebrows raised</div><div><br /></div><div>You'll be another victim</div><div>Of her strange strange ways</div><div><br /></div><div>You'll look around with no escape</div><div>Aren't any reds and blues and</div><div>Greens and whites for you to play!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-9221650406980368640?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-9345055164962316782009-05-31T09:00:00.002+05:302009-05-31T09:02:03.985+05:30You can't see me, can you?<div>All the sorrow you borrow</div><div>All you can do is wait for tomorrow</div><div>Sleeping among your own demons</div><div>Reminding me of all you want to do</div><div>You are singing to me all your dreams</div><div>Only to fly away and wait for tomorrow</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-934505516496231678?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-24423016003764639072009-05-09T01:01:00.003+05:302009-05-09T10:18:39.551+05:30In the end, when you die<div>Two sillhouttes waving goodbye</div><div>And the rain pouring from the sky</div><div>You look above, start to fly</div><div>Turn around and heave a sigh</div><div>Look at them as they all cry</div><div>All you can do is wave goodbye</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-2442301600376463907?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-79076207275585789822009-04-03T21:11:00.003+05:302009-04-03T21:21:05.741+05:30Afraid of what you want to know<div>Afraid of me</div><div>Afraid of you</div><div><br /></div><div>Won't come out to see the sun</div><div>Won't play with me</div><div>Won't play with you</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh Johnny boy</div><div>Won't you come out and say hello?</div><div>Oh Johnny boy</div><div>There is no plan, would you like to go home?</div><div><br /></div><div>Will you see all there is too see?</div><div>Will you walk away</div><div>Or will you run?</div><div><br /></div><div>Will you smell the stench of nature?</div><div>Will you come and play</div><div>Or will you run?</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh Johnny boy</div><div>Take your time, don't rush up the sun</div><div>Oh Johnny boy</div><div>Without you, what will we all do?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-7907620727558578982?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-19122081246633751222009-02-10T03:19:00.002+05:302009-02-10T03:24:29.345+05:30You want to ask for change<div>People around are just strange</div><div>Lets run away</div><div>You want to run away from the moon</div><div><br /></div><div>So bright and dour</div><div>The lonely surface of heaven</div><div>Why are the seas so quiet</div><div>Its deafening to hear nothing</div><div><br /></div><div>I left my heart at home</div><div>And now to cross the technicolour bridge</div><div>Across to where the wind lies</div><div>As surely as blood runs through my veins</div><div><br /></div><div>Search goes on for lost armour</div><div>Ropes and chains to keep us safe</div><div>You were not told of the world</div><div>Until it was too late to tell</div><div><br /></div><div>Lets swim back, you and me</div><div>Leave alone the world to see</div><div>Back to the lonely surface of heaven</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-1912208124663375122?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-80532901206564901842009-02-04T03:37:00.001+05:302009-02-04T03:38:33.222+05:30Take me as I am<div>I'm not a soldier</div><div>Put me to rest where</div><div>I can hear the birds sing</div><div>Put me to sleep where</div><div>I can run around and swing</div><div>Across the oceans</div><div>Through the winds</div><div>Won't you take me as I am</div><div>I'm not a soldier</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-8053290120656490184?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-25199048276472131682009-01-04T18:48:00.002+05:302009-01-04T18:49:00.206+05:30Journeying through night and day<div>Together we'll fly away</div><div>Come with me my sunny day</div><div>Say hello to the moon</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-2519904827647213168?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-27782877524531821272009-01-04T18:44:00.002+05:302009-01-04T18:47:35.268+05:30I am the king of this winter house<div>November came and they took me out</div><div>I was flying through these walls that I built</div><div>I was sitting on the fences of guilt</div><div><br /></div><div>It was doubt</div><div>It was fear</div><div>It was trial</div><div>It was clear</div><div>That I had to lose<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I walked to the desert's eye</div><div>She was my mask, she made me hide</div><div>I had to fly back to where I was lost</div><div>She never told me what it would cost</div><div><br /></div><div>It was doubt</div><div>It was fear</div><div>It was wrong</div><div>I was here</div><div>That I had to choose</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-2778287752453182127?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-50061624184339156102008-12-30T01:34:00.003+05:302008-12-30T01:41:00.666+05:30So as I walked down the street<div>There came along a little boy</div><div>A little boy with his little pink umbrella<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Peering up at me with a smile</div><div>From behind his umbrella, he said,</div><div>'Sir, will you tell me a story?'</div><div><br /></div><div>So I looked down into his eyes</div><div>And said, 'Look around you, little boy.</div><div>And there are all the stories you will ever need,'</div><div><br /></div><div>And he trotted away,</div><div>With his pink umbrella,</div><div>Reading all the stories around him</div><div><br /></div><div>And he was smiling for the rest of his life</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-5006162418433915610?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-36999953620435825512008-11-29T22:00:00.001+05:302008-11-29T22:03:31.882+05:30Dying, crying, lying, spying<div>Denying all the change</div><div>Look outside</div><div>It's not only you</div><div>Feel alive</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-3699995362043582551?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-75006795519559922282008-11-25T00:58:00.003+05:302008-11-25T01:00:05.528+05:30Elliot, Elliot<div>Don't you fret</div><div>We are sure enough to get</div><div><br /></div><div>A place just for you</div><div><br /></div><div>Where the sands are gold</div><div>The sea is cold</div><div>Just like the dream you hold</div><div><br /></div><div>A place just for you</div><div><br /></div><div>There may be just two</div><div>There might be a few</div><div>A place that always seems new</div><div><br /></div><div>A place just for you</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-7500679551955992228?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-44103873452907332432008-11-12T12:53:00.002+05:302008-11-12T12:59:23.583+05:30Little girl, will you look at me<div>And tell me what you can find</div><div>After all this time, I still feel blind</div><div><br /></div><div>In your little dream</div><div>You are everything you want to be</div><div><br /></div><div>In your little world</div><div>You are the queen of all you see</div><div><br /></div><div>Will you let me into your dream</div><div>So I can feel all that you can feel</div><div>So I can see all that you can see</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-4410387345290733243?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-46312795968658775162008-11-09T12:33:00.003+05:302008-11-09T12:40:30.127+05:30Somewhere in my mind<div>I've lost hold of time</div><div>Would you be so kind</div><div>And see what you can find?</div><div><br /></div><div>And somewhere in my mind</div><div>There's a picture of you</div><div>Of the times you flew</div><div>To catch the morning dew</div><div><br /></div><div>And somwhere in my mind</div><div>Thoughts just seem so shallow</div><div>'Catch me while you can!'</div><div>And into the sun we ran</div><div><br /></div><div>And somewhere in my mind</div><div>There's a song to sing</div><div>I can still hear you singing</div><div>On that still summer evening</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-4631279596865877516?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-24983981622951942882008-11-04T13:05:00.002+05:302008-11-04T13:07:17.896+05:30Sometimes it just seems<div>It is all but a dream</div><div><br /></div><div>Remind us of what we've seen</div><div>Remember where we've been</div><div><br /></div><div>Always take a step forward</div><div>But don't forget to stay where you are</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-2498398162295194288?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-8357979907151595402008-11-02T03:21:00.002+05:302008-11-02T03:34:41.925+05:30I want to walk upto my singing tree<div>Sing the songs of you and me</div><div>Open up so we can see</div><div>And be free</div><div><br /></div><div>She walked upto me from this side</div><div>Spoke her words, lets run and hide</div><div>We flew away, her wings so wide</div><div>Inside<br /></div><div>Inside me</div><div><br /></div><div>Lets play together</div><div>This November day</div><div>Regardless of the rain</div><div>This November day</div><div><br /></div><div>So we sailed out through the seas</div><div>On the sailboat, through the breeze</div><div>She spoke her words, will you please</div><div>Set me free?</div><div><br /></div><div>And she flew on to her sunny skies</div><div>Turned and spoke with her eyes</div><div>Will you stay on through the lies</div><div>Inside</div><div>Inside me</div><div><div><br /></div><div>Lets play together</div><div>This November day</div><div>Regardless of the rain</div><div>This November day</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-835797990715159540?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-30419647240370327572008-10-29T16:33:00.002+05:302008-10-29T16:38:24.114+05:30So you're waiting on the riverside<div>Listening to the fairies</div><div>Hanging onto your memories</div><div>Painting your dreams</div><div><br /></div><div>Search along the riverside</div><div>You'll find what you need to find</div><div>And you'll share another's tonight</div><div>As time goes by</div><div><br /></div><div>And as you stare across the riverside</div><div>Smile as you realise</div><div>With your dreams your only guide</div><div>Satisfaction your only prize</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-3041964724037032757?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-16673704698076360142008-10-24T00:12:00.002+05:302008-10-24T00:36:12.525+05:30The clouds are too dark tonight<div>The moon is nowhere in sight</div><div>I see no shows of delight</div><div><br /></div><div>Lets wake up to a brand new day</div><div>And hope that everything will be okay</div><div>Better than what has been today</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-1667370469807636014?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-48575546886104211162008-09-26T02:28:00.003+05:302008-09-26T02:33:54.276+05:30Little girl, little girl<div>Let me close my eyes</div><div>Won't you take me away</div><div>And show me those hearts that are free</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh you poor old man</div><div>Why don't you take my hand?</div><div>And as you stare into the night</div><div>Do you see those hearts that are free?</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to fly</div><div>Away from this sight</div><div>And find all those hearts that are free</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh mother of all ages</div><div>Let me sing you my praises</div><div>Let me talk to you tonight</div><div>And see what I can find</div><div><br /></div><div>Little boy, little boy</div><div>Always playing in the rain</div><div>When you look past the rainbow</div><div>Won't you tell me what you find?</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to fly</div><div>Away from this sight</div><div>And find all those hearts that are free</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-4857554688610421116?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-14624198587509629822008-09-11T10:46:00.002+05:302008-09-11T10:51:38.602+05:30Oh girl, what a man you've turned out to be<div>Little boy, little boy won't you play me your dreams</div><div>You sinner, look around, what have you done?</div><div>We may all be dying, but you haven't won</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll walk on, come along</div><div>Won't you come along with me?</div><div><br /></div><div>Under the sun, we'll load a gun</div><div>And shoot the killer, see?</div><div><br /></div><div>Run away, are you afraid</div><div>Don't let your voices drown</div><div><br /></div><div>Come with me, we'll be free</div><div>Once we kill the clown</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-1462419858750962982?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-84466944543143307982008-08-30T21:30:00.004+05:302008-08-30T22:23:18.934+05:30Talk to me softly<br />Talk to me sweetly<br />All I can do is listen to your voice<br /><br />Little girls singing<br />Speaking a language<br />All I can do is listen to your voice<br /><br />Call me an angel<br />Fly me tomorrow<br />Take me across to wherever I<br />Can see the sun rise<br /><br />I'm not a priestess<br />I'm not the answer<br />I've got no more hope in me<br /><br />Will I see the light of morning time<br />Will I see the stars upon the sky<br />Take me across to wherever I<br />Can see the sun rise<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-8446694454314330798?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-77488956760221461052008-08-25T23:44:00.002+05:302008-08-25T23:48:34.790+05:30My pillow's on fire<br />My dreams are nightmares<br />My eyes wander through my head<br />Looking for time lost with each growing day<br /><br />Don't make me wait darlin'<br />I've got to walk on<br />I'm making up for lost time<br />with each growing day<br /><br />With every step forward<br />I force myself to look back<br />There's nothing clearly visible<br />But I know what's there<br />Then I realise my feet are still where they were<br /><br />And my eyes wander through my head<br />Looking to make up for lost time<br />Through each growing day<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-7748895676022146105?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-28703573132221488232008-08-17T16:22:00.002+05:302008-08-17T16:24:31.477+05:30<div style="text-align: left;">And it all seems true<br />The trees are a strange hue<br />This heart I hold is new<br /><br />Remember to calm down<br />I am but a lonely clown<br />Lost in this dead town<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-2870357313222148823?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-80709850391967706382008-08-05T19:24:00.004+05:302008-08-05T19:27:41.271+05:30Won't you tell me your story<br />Won't you tell me about<br />All the demons that fly across your eyes<br /><br />Won't you tell me I'm crazy<br />Won't you tell me I'm dreaming<br />All I want is to know who you are<br /><br />I'm stuck<br />Above all this madness<br />I'm stuck<br />Above all these faces<br />All I want is to know who you are<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-8070985039196770638?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-78661899655270495672008-08-05T01:55:00.003+05:302008-08-05T15:59:02.751+05:30Will you ride with me across time<br />On my cloud of thought<br />Will you wait with me under the towering moon<br /><br />Surely I'm a misfit<br />So I begin to wonder<br />Will I ever know the distance to your star<br /><br />Calling out a taxi<br />Too expensive to your dream<br />Counting all the faces I can see<br /><br />And so you hope I can make you laugh away<br />So I hope that I can walk away<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-7866189965527049567?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-75123908537910581852008-07-25T17:21:00.002+05:302008-07-25T17:26:08.927+05:30Sitting by the window<br />All eyes on him<br />Lights flashing in successive brilliance<br />Intermissions he seeks<br /><br />Hounding around for fresh<br />Images that reek<br />Bills and cheques in forgiven solitude<br />Its all he needs<br /><br />And with success looming over his head<br />He turned to me and said<br />'Will you be my friend'?<br /><br />All the rumours about<br />And kids in the field<br />Recycled altitudes that he's been through before<br />Forgotten them all<br /><br />And with success looming over his head<br />He turned to me and said<br />'Will you be my friend'?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-7512390853791058185?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-81876558470349276922008-07-24T17:25:00.005+05:302008-08-06T11:02:02.798+05:30Words are hanging out the door<br />He picks them for his pretty prose<br />Kisses me<br />He's killing me<br /><br />Little kids are fighting out<br />Priests and hunters dying out<br />Kisses me<br />He's killing me<br /><br />Water pouring from the sky<br />Though he's wet he wants to fly<br />Shadows move<br />He battles through<br /><br />Help him buy his way through<br />Hope<br /><br />Promises you make to me<br />Promises you break to me<br />Regardless of the place you seek<br />Bring me back my hope<br /><br />Help him find a way through<br />Hope<br /><br />Prisoners in his mind, he knows<br />He listens to them then he goes<br />Come out to me<br />Come after me<br /><br />Staring at the summer moon<br />Playing through a sleepy noon<br />Singing of the girl he knew<br />Praying for her soul<br /><br />Help him break a way through<br />Hope<br /><br />Magic in his eyes I see<br />The greatest man, he wants to be<br />Stops his gaze, he smiles at me<br /><br />Help him find a way through<br />Hope<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-8187655847034927692?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-20657800974608775292008-07-06T00:50:00.002+05:302008-07-06T00:55:03.687+05:30Remind me of those lazy days<br />Summer evenings and hazy skies<br />Remind me of the weekends spent<br />In crowded restaurants and the beach<br /><br />Talk to me of the girl next door<br />The terrace nights, crazy fights<br />Tell me of the look in her eye<br />Show me how you taught me to fly<br /><br />For I am just a superstar<br />No memories, no dreams<br />All alone in my superstar world<br />Please take me home from my superstar world<br /><br />Tell me of the stories in our heads<br />Of the photographs on that deserted night<br />Remind me to write you a line or two<br />Let's catch up, soon we'll meet<br /><br />For I am just a superstar<br />No memories, no dreams<br />All alone in my superstar world<br />Please take me home from my superstar world<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-2065780097460877529?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-54092408630616631882008-07-04T01:25:00.002+05:302008-07-04T01:30:46.896+05:30Through the ages<br />Through the times<br />A cool calm breeze<br />Speakers and mimes<br /><br />Forest pines<br />Classy wine<br />Pull on a sweater<br />Lets sit down to dine<br /><br />Kiss my forehead<br />Catching your eye<br />Sleep and smiles<br />I'm ready now to die<br /><br />Up in the air<br />Fly like a bird<br />Dive for prey<br />Lets learn a new word<br /><br />Pasta, risotto<br />Cheese and ketchup<br />Lick your fingers<br />Satisfaction in a cup<br /><br />Ring a bell<br />Catch the morning air<br />Bathe in the golden sunrise<br />Let's scream and stare<br /><br />Through the ages<br />Through the times<br />Lets settle down here<br />And write some rhymes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-5409240863061663188?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-33105303677142634582008-07-01T02:30:00.004+05:302008-07-09T20:34:20.612+05:30And the clock ticks<br />Tick tock tick tock<br /><br />The explosions have just died<br />And the search begins<br />Blood burns all around<br />Human anatomy for all to see<br /><br />And on this bright night<br />The clock ticks<br />Tick tock tick tock<br /><br />I try to fill the hole in my mind<br />Answers must be sought<br />But not an eye is identified<br />Not a clue about<br /><br />And on this rainy night<br />The clock ticks<br />Tick tock tick tock<br /><br />All directions lead to the beginning<br />But all beginnings must surely end<br />Gaps in the train emerge<br />As I still search for an answer<br /><br />And on this cloudy night<br />The clock ticks<br />Tick tock tick tock<br /><br />Explorations bring back question marks<br />Exclamations are loud for all to hear<br />Rewards yield no rewards<br />I am back at my table<br /><br />And on this lonely night<br />The clock ticks<br />Tick tock tick tock<br /><br />Now the book is opened<br />The gaps seem to fill<br />Plans are falling together<br />Doors seem left open<br /><br />And on this sunny day<br />The clock ticks<br />Tick tock tick tock<br /><br />Now there is a place to go to<br />Preying as a hawk<br />Alas another explosion<br />Into a trap it seems<br /><br />And so the clock ticks<br />On this silent night<br />Tick tock tick tock<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-3310530367714263458?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-28081263388850451172008-06-21T00:58:00.003+05:302008-06-21T01:02:22.527+05:30Secrets and spies are running around<br />Forests on fire with lies<br />Bring down the clouds<br />Bring down the stars<br />I will carry you all on my own<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-2808126338885045117?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-5135286707880824612008-06-17T23:52:00.001+05:302008-06-17T23:54:32.586+05:30And thus begins the dour hour<br />Mid morning blues<br />Time is still<br />Healing the misadventures<br />Of a lonely man<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-513528670788082461?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-52575054407885717432008-06-17T00:45:00.006+05:302008-06-17T23:57:45.750+05:30Sweet raptured light<br />It ends here tonight<br /><br />Finish what you start<br />Don't jump out of your heart<br /><br />My spirit flies<br />Leaving this mortal realm<br /><br />Hold back, hold back<br />There's hope still<div><br /></div><div> - Tara 'Zephania' Thomas | Varun 'Nutty Ninja' Vasudevan</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-5257505440788571743?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-74399955888224152012008-06-15T16:46:00.005+05:302008-06-17T23:38:05.948+05:30I've got sunshine<br />I've got a rainy day<br />Dreams in pipelines<br />Its all gold and gain<br /><br />Sands to play on<br />Shadows to spy on<br />Rings of silence<br />On a crowdy day<br /><br />All the people are puzzles of their own<br />All the minds in vigour call their own<br />All the men are taking out their own<br />Open your eyes. People come and go<br /><br />Smiles to keep on<br />Lives to dream into<br />Drink no pleasure<br />Just laugh the pain away<br /><br />Fortune strikes a trail<br />Let's live another day<br /><br /> - Nithin Subramanian | Varun Vasudevan<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-7439995588822415201?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-18475081790481773462008-06-15T16:32:00.003+05:302008-06-15T16:35:32.828+05:30Heaven<br />Or so we call the ideas of change<br />Like paradise she flies<br />Fluttering her wings across town<br /><br />To me<br />Her eyes sparkle<br />To me<br />Shining like a song of a thousand words<br /><br />There is a look<br />Tired, lost, but not alone<br />Smiling beyond her pain<br />Spreading her love<br /><br />And so she lives on<br />Always<br />With me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-1847508179048177346?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-85536781407163361712008-06-15T13:56:00.003+05:302008-06-15T13:59:15.870+05:30Longitudes of love<br />Oceans of candy pie<br />Lets crash into heaven<br /><br />People are businessless<br />Falling into manholes<br />Lets pick them up from hell<br /><br />Stages are lighting up the guitar<br />Fingers hold up the innocence<br />Lets fill the hollows with space<br /><br />Tears of a dead man<br />Dripping in a bucket of self pity<br />Lets ignore what is to be ignored<br /><br />Visions of drama<br />Caught in a storm<br />Lets smile away to glory<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-8553678140716336171?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-46506203995967111702008-06-05T20:25:00.003+05:302008-06-05T20:30:36.331+05:30Bicycles are wheeling across town<br />Taking time along with them<br />My pocket now has an empty clock<br />I want to run in the sand<br /><br />Pina colada<br />Floating along on a watery mist<br />Through memories, through dreams<br />And then I fall<br /><br />Numbers are staring at me<br />Intimacy is far behind<br />I've forgotten to lock the door<br />The stairs decide to walk out<br /><br />Headlines are hard to come by<br />Habits are hard to kill<br />I will take the revolver and shoot you dead<br />I get bitten<br /><br />Ladders are climbing down the ages<br />Papers are crushing everything in sight<br />Thirst has caught up with us<br />And the ink runs dry<br /><br /><br />People remain motivated<br />And I start to run in the sand<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-4650620399596711170?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-89608433904756476272008-05-31T01:45:00.003+05:302008-05-31T01:48:31.141+05:30On a night like this<br />The insects are singing their song<br />Yet the silence<br />Is too loud<br /><br />On a night like this<br />I can see two silhouettes in the rain<br />Holding hands and<br />Walking into happiness<br /><br />On a night like this<br />My thoughts always wander<br />And I find a smile because<br />I know I'm closer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-8960843390475647627?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-70219892832505950132008-05-30T10:40:00.001+05:302008-05-30T10:42:03.282+05:30And so they lived in a bubble<br />Walking past me<br />Hiding away their lives<br />Surviving, ignoring<br />The ages of change<br />But I ask for no forgiveness<br />Only enlightenment<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-7021989283250595013?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-11901998536227508672008-05-28T16:17:00.004+05:302008-05-28T16:46:15.099+05:30Remember my friend<div>Remember the days</div><div>Remember the smiles</div><div>Remember the craze</div><div><br /></div><div>Look at our lives</div><div>Floating along on memories</div><div>I'm right here behind you</div><div>We're flying high</div><div><br /></div><div>Logic defies our momentous leap</div><div>I'm living on dreams</div><div>Forget not the belief</div><div>Forget not the love</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-1190199853622750867?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-23493129696495650412008-05-26T02:11:00.004+05:302008-05-26T10:35:31.640+05:30And so I sit down<div>I start thinking<div>Thinking about you, about them</div><div>I can feel the tear</div><div><br /></div><div>And so I wonder</div><div>I wonder, why you?</div><div>Now the hollowness hits me</div><div>And all those who are dear</div><div><br /></div><div>And so I take a walk</div><div>Dreaming about when</div><div>Its going to be me</div><div>And I can finally see you again</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-2349312969649565041?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-83437367821451097302008-05-25T12:37:00.002+05:302008-05-25T12:39:52.247+05:30The sky is falling down<br />Its too heavy to hold<br />I'm going to drown in the blue blue sky<br />Swim across the clouds to you<br /><br />I'm not a killer<br />Count the fingers in my hand<br />I'm not a killer<br />This is my land<br /><br />I'm about to jump<br />Dive upward into the blue blue sky<br />Swim across the clouds<br />But you're no longer there<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-8343736782145109730?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-53898542231379674512008-05-21T19:57:00.002+05:302008-05-21T19:59:38.872+05:30Cages, stages, wages, pages<br />Images of our lives<br />Running through my mind<br />I'm walking away from the madness<br />I choose to live<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-5389854223137967451?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-16025690448372327402008-05-18T02:16:00.002+05:302008-05-18T02:21:33.698+05:30Closer and closer you get to me<br />Yet, I cannot feel your touch<br />Louder and louder my heart beats<br />Yet, I cannot feel your touch<br /><br />Suddenly I hear your voice<br />And I smile<br />For I know you are getting closer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-1602569044837232740?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-26885891259287913502008-05-14T00:06:00.002+05:302008-05-14T00:11:44.765+05:30Oh little darlin'<br />Always calling out my name<br />Always smiling away to cover the silence<br /><br />Oh little darlin'<br />My eyes always follow your move<br />My eyes always follow your eyes<br /><br />Oh little girl<br />Always dreaming away<br />Please make us laugh to cover the silence<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-2688589125928791350?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-5383114176809012712008-05-13T02:17:00.002+05:302008-05-13T02:21:52.678+05:30Give it up<br />Give it all up<br />I am not going to win<br /><br />Happiness, it seems<br />Comes in boxes now<br />And the smiles are never real<br /><br />I don't have the time<br />For a hello anymore<br />Or to see the morning sun<br /><br />But I can dream away<br />Days together or weeks<br />Oh it all seems too much<br /><br />Give me my heart<br />Have you packed it well?<br />Does it gleam like it never did before?<br /><br />Could you pass me the salt?<br />I am across the table<br />Or am I still invisible?<br /><br />It is all too fast<br />I want to step back<br />A step back into dreamland<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-538311417680901271?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-46679824404644713322008-05-12T00:17:00.002+05:302008-05-12T00:21:22.124+05:30Somebody put me to sleep, please<br />I have not dreamed in ages<br />Please close my eyes<br />And sing me your song<br /><br />Somebody help me cry, please<br />Alone, I can shed no tears<br />Please close my eyes<br />I can still feel the fear<br /><br />Somebody hold my hand, please<br />Hold me like you do<br />Please close my eyes<br />And I will go away with you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-4667982440464471332?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-1299492251641428812008-05-08T19:32:00.003+05:302008-05-08T19:35:49.686+05:30Places, faces, races, cases<br />Traces of blood<br />Killers lurk around the corner<br />Hunters are a killjoy<br />We are breathing death<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-129949225164142881?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-78236311430029190792008-05-07T12:33:00.002+05:302008-05-07T12:36:31.752+05:30Nobody could have been as happy<br />As we have been<br />All these years<br /><br />Nobody could have lived<br />The way we lived<br />All these years<br /><br />Nobody could have hoped<br />As we hoped<br />That our dreams would come true<br /><br />Nobody could have smiled<br />The way you smiled<br />When I looked into your eyes<br /><br />Nobody could have had love<br />The way we did<br />All these years<br /><br />Oh, how peaceful it is up here<br />I still see you all, it all seems so near<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-7823631143002919079?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-75017532195240846182008-05-04T22:54:00.002+05:302008-05-04T22:58:14.258+05:30Oh let me have my fortune and fame<br />Legalised murder and a pretty dame<br />The earth must revolve around me<br />Around me, as I sit under the golden tree<br /><br />I want to be free free free of this life<br />And run to a place with freedom on the menu<br />I'd regard the passersby with a handshake, a hello<br />But move them aside and stride my way home<br /><br />Keep the door open, I'm on my way<br />I'm here, I'm here, I'm here to stay<br />But alas! The earth does not revolve around me<br />But I'm happy, sitting under the golden tree<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-7501753219524084618?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-56757732403776473202008-04-30T00:12:00.002+05:302008-04-30T00:18:55.769+05:30Turn around, turn around<br />Look behind you<br />Its reality<br />You are high above it<br />Dreaming about the skies<br /><br />Move on, move on<br />Move into the crowd<br />Its hope<br />And I begin my journey<br />A journey with hope<br /><br />Show me my wings<br />And I'll take my chances<br />Kill me now<br />For I have failed to live<br /><br />Run away, run away<br />Run away from home<br />Its fear<br />We are the ones you love<br />Come back to the ones you love<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-5675773240377647320?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-67101889607453153392008-04-26T00:56:00.002+05:302008-04-26T00:58:53.051+05:30Pray for me, little one<br />My wind has lost direction<br />My sun has lost its strength<br /><br />Pray for me, little one<br />For I feel like a stranger<br />Dreaming in a strange land<br /><br />Pray for me, little one<br />For I feel weak<br />I cannot rest<br /><br />Pray for me, little one<br />For the lake is now dry<br />The mountains are too high<br /><br />Pray for me, little one<br />It has been too long<br />I forget the faces<br /><br />Pray for me, little one<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-6710188960745315339?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-25087912071421267022008-04-25T23:12:00.003+05:302008-04-25T23:15:27.059+05:30Don't worry<br />I'll be your pretty lord<br />Don't worry<br />I'll be there holding you up<br /><br />Will you never leave my side?<br />Will you be right behind me?<br />Will you wake me up?<br />Will you take my fall?<br /><br />Don't worry<br />I'll be there to push you home<br />Don't worry<br />You'll never be alone<br /><br />Will you wish me goodnight?<br />Will you smile for me?<br />Will you hide my frown?<br />Will you hide my fear?<br /><br />Don't worry<br />I'll be there when I see a tear<br />Don't worry<br />I'll be there to take you to glory<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-2508791207142126702?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-36626204942515276462008-04-23T21:43:00.004+05:302008-04-23T21:46:19.581+05:30Stop all your watches<br />Time has flown by<br />but we are nowhere close<br />To where we want to be<br /><br />I'm on the run<br />I'm on the run<br />Don't stop me now<br />For I'm on the run<br /><br />Take out your pencils<br />And draw your futures<br />Take off the covers<br />And see what is real<br /><br />You're living on a hunch<br />You're moving backward<br />And you're nowhere close<br />to where you want to be<br /><br />Oh, I'm on the run<br />I'm on the run<br />Don't stop me now<br />For I'm on the run<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-3662620494251527646?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-46785735670361784092008-04-22T20:37:00.003+05:302008-05-10T12:52:24.034+05:30The colour men pretend<br />They've killed my name<br />But the clock strikes now<br />It's faster than time itself<br /><br />Grays are painted across town<br />Killers are on the loose<br />Prey seems so hard to find<br />Mysteries are never solved<br /><br />Butterflies flutter across in song<br />Trickery is abound<br />The guv'nor seems to be a wreck<br />Hillocks are falling down<br /><br />I wait for her to come to town<br />I can feel it in my bones<br />Regardless of her intentions<br />I wait for her to come<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-4678573567036178409?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-42825095381170383892008-04-18T22:09:00.005+05:302008-04-30T23:17:08.228+05:30Hello. Do you want to take a walk?<br />A walk down the green green meadows<br />Hello. Do you hear me think?<br />Do you hear me think out loud?<br /><br />Do you think you can take me with you?<br />Take me to where you come from<br />I'm waiting, listening for your sound<br />Waiting to feel your presence<br /><br />I'm waiting to walk with you<br />Down the green green meadows<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-4282509538117038389?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-82152467641517163972008-04-17T20:47:00.003+05:302008-04-17T20:50:20.348+05:30Oh the magic man<br />He cometh now<br />Do I need his skill<br /><br />Oh the magic man<br />He bringeth along<br />His show, do not refrain<br /><br />He pass us all<br />A single leap<br />He make himself appear<br /><br />He ring our bell<br />Make us swell<br />With beauty and fear<br /><br />Oh take me to the magic show<br />To see his bag of tricks<br /><br />I need his skill<br />I need his skill<br />I need his skill, tonight<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-8215246764151716397?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-24148118414982222372008-04-17T19:41:00.002+05:302008-04-17T19:49:32.724+05:30'Tis but the devil's creed<br />That we shall live in agony<br />Though goodness may exist<br />Pain shall never be far behind<br /><br />'Tis but man's need<br />To live in selfless greed<br />Today and tomorrow alike<br />Bringing together the gods<br /><br />'Tis but one good deed<br />That makes us all alive<br />And the devil all but shivers<br />At the thought of one good deed<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-2414811841498222237?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-26371498653917848542008-04-16T21:30:00.002+05:302008-04-16T21:35:43.050+05:30The grey doors are open now<br /><br />We can sing along to the groupies<br /><br />The madness strikes an arrow across the room<br /><br />The priest fails to break the trance<br /><br />The crowds are empty and their hearts are racing<br /><br />We spin with the world following its every move<br /><br />She flies to me for my white strips<br /><br />I part with nothing by my lonely soul<br /><br />The fingers are counting the seconds<br /><br />Our heads are always together<br /><br />You may shout now, for you are alive<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-2637149865391784854?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-55030447430439124552008-04-16T20:32:00.002+05:302008-04-16T20:36:15.781+05:30The hunter finds the bird<br />Of his dreams, he takes aim<br />He's ready to pull the trigger<br /><br />The scalawag finds some coins<br />He picks them up from the street<br />He's ready to pocket them<br /><br />Why are we dreamers?<br />Why do we think?<br />Kill me now<br />Hold on. I'm still young<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-5503044743043912455?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-90281036490246217782008-04-15T20:32:00.002+05:302008-04-15T20:37:11.086+05:30Am I the crazy one?<br />Hope I'm cured soon<br />Hope your here soon<br /><br />Patience rules the oceans of love<br />Water bottles are filled with heart<br />Emptiness attacks the mind<br /><br />The roads are steaming with ash<br />Lets get this act together<br />Hope regards us with pleasure<br /><br />I'm found talking to the moon<br />She sells me her soul<br />I acknowledge the action<br /><br />Bring on the tough guys<br />I'm growing old<br />Listen to the sounds of silence<br /><br />Peace reigns my life<br />A white assassin is still alive<br />Listen to the sounds of silence<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-9028103649024621778?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-85706580812455738072008-04-15T20:01:00.002+05:302008-04-15T20:06:56.681+05:30Greatness is magnified<br />The rich are pitiable<br />I'm raking in millions and millions<br />And blood is lost in the shadows<br /><br />Awaken to the dream<br />Surely, it is but a dream<br />Hunger is just a feeling<br />Lets kill the ideas of birth<br /><br />We're overflowing with insanity<br />Everything spins around us<br />Gigantic feet are stepping on the stones of success<br />What is left to give to the lost?<br /><br />But I speak for myself<br />I feel mediocre<br />Public opinion is sought<br />But it just walks in and walks out<br /><br />Emotions are lost at shore<br />Bottles of wine are emptied<br />Loss is but an untouchable<br />Hear me now<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-8570658081245573807?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-66200585279759152172008-04-15T18:53:00.002+05:302008-04-15T18:55:38.227+05:30Wait. Don't let me go<br />I need the money<br />I need the gold<br /><br />Drop me in a box of candles<br />Hit me with a chocolate pie<br />Write me a line or two<br />Wait. Don't let me go<br /><br />The faces are nothing but secrets<br />Skins above the flesh and bones<br />Truthlessness abound<br />Your inner mind speaks to me<br /><br />Wait. Don't let me go<br />I can hear you<br />I can see you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-6620058527975915217?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-80193878037070702942008-04-15T17:16:00.003+05:302008-04-15T17:18:27.244+05:30Removing the glasses of fire<br />I talk to her<br />But she walks away into the sun<br />She walks away into the clouds<br /><br />I hold back, I'm twisted<br />Give me time and I'll stop it<br />Hang on, Hang on, I'm right here<br />Give me back my freedom<br /><br />Throw me away into glory<br />Bask in the light<br />She's still walking<br />Away into the sun<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-8019387803707070294?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-68144547184657747572008-04-13T16:23:00.001+05:302008-04-13T16:23:29.518+05:30<div class="content-wrapper"> <p>Oh my little little little pink woman<br />Always always lives up in heaven<br />She gives me a hand<br />I try to reach for her hand<br />I don’t quite get a grip of heaven</p> <p>She lets me grow on a secret<br />She sends me little pink butterflies<br />I call her back down<br />She’s climbing back down<br />But she can’t quite step back on land</p> <p>Oh my little pink woman<br />With her little pink eyes<br />She looks at me, she smiles<br />I run away to the edges of my mind</p> <p>She trusts me with her ego<br />She pains me with her iron fist<br />She talks to me fine<br />But she ain’t gonna be mine<br />‘Cos she lives too high in the skies<br /></p> <p>Oh my little pink woman<br />With her little pink eyes<br />She looks at me, she smiles<br />She’ll forever ever keep me blind</p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-6814454718465774757?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-59485753123484916142007-08-03T21:07:00.001+05:302007-08-03T21:07:31.867+05:30<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/varun2911/988646404/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1333/988646404_8f92eca34a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/varun2911/988646404/">Race ON!</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/varun2911/">varun2911</a> </span></div>Race on, race on<br />Race on through time<br />When the winds blow high<br />And the clouds fly by<br /><br />Race on, race on<br />Race on through time<br /><br />While the sun spreads on us<br />It's golden shine<br /><br />Race on, race on<br />Race on through time<br /><br />When the skies are blue<br />And the smiles are true<br /><br />Race on, race on<br />Race on through time<br /><br />When the meadows are green<br />While rainbows are seen<br /><br />Race on, race on<br />Race on through time<br /><br />While the roses bloom<br />But shadows loom<br /><br />Race on, race on<br />Race on through time<br /><br />While the poor still starve<br />And the rich still bloat<br /><br />Race on, race on<br />Race on through time<br /><br />While bullets are flying<br />And people are dying<br /><br />Race on, race on<br />Race on through time<br /><br />When the moon is bright<br />And the night is still<br /><br />Race on, race on<br />Race on through time<br clear="all" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-5948575312348491614?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-25330267662457591382007-05-03T21:05:00.001+05:302007-05-04T19:59:26.695+05:30<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/varun2911/482674909/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/221/482674909_73124be169_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" > <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/varun2911/482674909/">Batteries</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/varun2911/">varun2911</a>. </span></div>Its amazing, the amount we depend on batteries and power these days. Where are the good old days when we had to open the windows for fresh air?<br />Where are the days when we had to walk miles and miles to visit a friend or relative?<br />Today, we have air conditioners that apparently Create "fresh" air.<br />We have cars that will take us anywhere as long as its got fuel. Translates to power.<br />Can you live without your cell phone now that you have gotten so used to it? I know I can't.<br />I could not have shot that picture without power. A battery for the camera, a battery for the extra light. Alternating Current for the tube-light.<br />Could I have shared this with you if not for electricity?<br />No.<br /><br />Technology rules our lives.<br />Can we fight back?<br />Do we <i>WANT</i> to fight back?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-2533026766245759138?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-2398737061919779332007-05-03T15:43:00.001+05:302007-05-03T15:43:08.182+05:30<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/varun2911/481656292/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/481656292_4c5df262cc_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/varun2911/481656292/">iPod</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/varun2911/">varun2911</a>. </span></div>Once in a Blue Moon, something comes along that not only affects us in the field that it is meant for.<br />Once in a Blue Moon, something comes along that changes our lifestyles.<br />Once in a Blue Moon, something comes along that changes the way we do something as fundamental as listen to music.<br />Once in a Blue Moon, something comes along that changes the way we dress. The way we move. <br /><br />Not only did the first iPod do all this in 2001.<br />They've done it over and over again with every new model.<br /><br />Once in a Blue Moon, something comes along that changes an entire planet.<br clear="all" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-239873706191977933?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-31117043762108231962007-05-02T21:28:00.001+05:302007-05-02T21:28:15.112+05:30<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/varun2911/475433321/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/475433321_d0402e3717_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/varun2911/475433321/">10</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/varun2911/">varun2911</a>. </span></div>One of my favourite Black&Whites.<br />The lighting was pretty qool that night.<br clear="all" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-3111704376210823196?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-20643038466232135342007-05-02T21:26:00.001+05:302007-05-02T21:26:14.074+05:30<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/varun2911/475425102/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/475425102_a756a16e4d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/varun2911/475425102/">3</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/varun2911/">varun2911</a>. </span></div>Man. These guy were good. They really got the crowd going. They looked perfectly comfortable on stage. And theit version of Another Brick In The Wall was super.!<br clear="all" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-2064303846623213534?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31680790.post-8565828133529897322007-05-02T21:21:00.001+05:302007-05-02T21:21:30.386+05:30This is a test post from <a href="http://www.flickr.com/r/testpost"><img alt="flickr" src="http://www.flickr.com/images/flickr_logo_blog.gif" width="41" height="18" border="0" align="absmiddle" /></a>, a fancy photo sharing thing.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31680790-856582813352989732?l=thisvarunboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120766498291198804noreply@blogger.com0