On a Song!

Here is something that I was done with in 10 minutes and was the first thing I wrote when I got up this "afternoon", mornings are strictly on weekdays (those damned classes...). Its supposed to find a melody from my friend back in Delhi who has this seemingly perpetual urge of composing songs, mainly hip-hop or rock, this however suits the latter genre. Ankit Malik, my dear readers, my favorite artist, who has got more multi-platinums up than U2 or Floyd put together. And don't be smart enough to point out the obvious people. Our time in high school was more about "which artist" rather than "which assignment". Ask him what's he doing even after months when you call him up, this "art form" is sure to find a mention. But hope this long furnished conviction materializes and we get to hear it finally this time, because man, I don't even have a copy of those million copies you sold from Pyongyang to Pyrenees...

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Like a Firefly

I need to breathe, I need to stare
At what's this canvas of my life,
Which was so bare.
Has been trampled under feet.
Footprints on it.
Mud and Shit.
Feels like I'm falling into a deep dark pit
Where there's no end, I am still holding on
There is no limit, no feet for me to lie on
And yet I have set my eyes on the sky
Its limits, where I have set my sights on.

Chorus:
Like a firefly.
Seven mere seconds left in my life
One for the struggle, one for the fight
One for the determination, one for my will
One for the resolve that brought me so far,
One for the action, and the last for the kill.

Memories are morning dew fresh
Of the betrayal, when you are put through the test
No more doubts no more regrets
No more ghosts that haunt me in my head
Its all too sure sure now, its as worse as it gets.
I will bid all farewells to the ones my heart belongs
I am done with myself, my roses and their thorns
Now I have the motive that binds all my thoughts
That crosses all barriers, all hills and the rocks
No more worries now, no passing thoughts
Go make hay, as my life goes for a toss...

Chorus:
Like a firefly.
Seven mere seconds left in my life
One for the struggle, one for the fight
One for the determination, one for my will
One for the resolve that brought me so far,
One for the action, and the last for the kill.

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Authors Comments: (Was that necessary anyways, well then let the fool carry on!)

Open to illusions, closed to wisecrack.
This in all possible criticizing analyses (If any crapulous soul happens to wad his way here and blesses me with his or her precious time) could be bludgeoned as a waffle, or may end up as a gag or a satire footnoted by some ghastly columnist oh-so-concerned "God! where has all the talent gone?", I would like to "snatch" to say in master euphemism that its a puerile yet perceptibly grave piece of poetry from someone who has just learnt to rhyme...
I cant promise the moon ok! (any self respecting blogger's corny way out from sneers)
Ask for a Lamborghini, you get a Hot Wheels....of a troika!
And by the (overbearing) way, to make matters worse , I love Clark Gable when he said "Frankly dear, I don't give a damn!"