going going going
goin goin goin
goin down
we are

spiraling down to hell
if you cant still tell
we are
goin goin goin
goin down

bloods flowing down the street
hatred in the air
idiots no more wiser
wise would never dare
if it aint still, all that clear
we are
goin goin goin
goin down

goin down the hellish hill

some wise man said long ago
its right here, heaven and hell
its up to people, to decide
where would they rather be
even till now, if you cannot tell
we are
goin goin goin
goin down

For me everyday is a valentines day
I love everybody
And I am yearning to love every day
Love is absolute
And everyday is a lover’s day
For me everyday is a valentines day

Of the heavens in the fall, without any fear
O’er the forests its blood dripped
coloring some of the leaves red
others turned yellow when fat splattered
out of the celestial cauldron as the hunters broiled
thus follows the Indian* myth about the season fall
before it ends, I yearned to see the foliage all

I drove down the highway, and walked through the woods
I viewed the countryside from the mountain peaks,
as I stood O’er the edge, and looked at the valley down below
I could see Burns and Frost, Blake and Marlowe
flora of the flowers wild, maple leaves in disarray
I envisage the forests become ablaze, flames would fray
in the colors of the fall; nature’s palette of red, blue and gray
I could see Pissarro and Renoir, Boudin and Monet
Breathtaking and exhilarating, a scenic vista at ev’ry turn
hypnotized and paralyzed, as I watched the forests burn
in the Carnelian Sun, the transient effects of light
never seen a portrait so brilliantly bright
‘twas exquisitely picturesque, nature’s fine art
next I heard the symphonies of Bach and Beethoven, Schubert and Mozart
by the sound of the whistling wind, and the shriveled falling leaves
as they crossed the path of the blowing breeze.

Long before the actual moment arrived Rain knew how the evening was going to end. To put it mildly she was looking forward to ending her date in a certain manner. Had she been able to have her own way she would have taken her relation with Ray a step forward a week ago. When they had last met.
After all she was a woman who always knew what she wanted and went after it. But then she had not been able to spend sometime alone and been totally unable to convey her intentions to him. But she knew no such obstacles stood on the way this evening.
And she did not have an ounce of doubt as to her acts being disliked. For she Knew Ray to be of similar character. That was one of the things about him that attracted her. Rain had known Ray for a long time now. They had been introduced by common friend's years ago. With the passage of time they had become closer. Their friendship purely platonic. Somehow with time their feelings for each other had changed. If asked both would fail to point out the time when their friendship had ripened
to a deeper shade of courtship.
Hence as a result here was Rain now, dressing and presenting herself in anticipation for the big occasion. Spending hours in front of the mirror to get that perfect look she liked whenever she was with him. Anyone who happened to pip into her room would know that the closest had been emptied and its content had filled in the floor. As certainly did her mother, who on seeing the sate of the room muttered,' emptied your closet for everyone to see, have you darling.' 'Mom at least you ought to be proud of your daughter,' replied Rain in an inaudible voice 'She isn't bearing her heart out in her sleeve for everyone to see.'

To be continued...

When the sun sets
And the darkness prevails
The thieves are no more the thieves
The saints no more the saints
And the greats no more the greats
All the cloths of exposure are removed
Displaying the conspiring nakedness
When the sun sets
And the darkness pervades
No one remains the same.

It was a great consolation
U let me know
It was a great relief
U let me know
The train is moving on
The old passengers are getting off
And the new moving in
It is a great pleasure
To let u know.
 

Marriage is a bond
Which begins with love
And ends in war
is a certificate for procreation
Its always sweet at first
And sour at the end
It is the beginning of endless quarrel
And personality clash
No marriage is successful
It ends in sorrows
Dream of love without marriage
Sweet like honey, peaceful like meditation
Calm as an autumn breeze, refreshing like nature
Freedom of souls
And a gateway to infinite happiness.