The 1st April Guy..

They lashed him the whole day, Around his head, He had nothing with him, No clothes, no bed. It was a reward for him, For his mouth that said it, To all of them, Not to fear the dreaded. What gave him the courage? I know not still. What words he managed, I just know I kill. I follow his word, I fear not the pain, I fight with my men, To a limit insane. The 1st April Guy

I have walked through the ruins that I created Once The Warrior but now so hated Inside the depths of the truth there lies There is a truth that truly lies What was my past that now it says A King in remorse you now remain A past so oblivious of moral rights That now not one hand to help in sight. It seemed like yesterday that I had battles And all my enemies on knees in shackles And now it’s all gone back in time And now I’ll do what all is right The 1st April Guy

The more I run away from you The more I see you becoming my destination I am trying to stop and move no more And make this train skip your station The 1st April Guy

So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her eyes so wild, so pure, I am in love, I am sure. But she cares not much, For these eyes of mine, Who sought that love divine, A word I shall not touch. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her lips that say oh ho, Why her I chose, I still don’t know, My lips, Oh, do they still exist? Who knows about this? They hide that forgotten tryst. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her hair that shine and bounce, They just kill me ounce by ounce.  My hair, They don’t feel the fingers run, I miss the way she stirred, My hair into curls. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her heart that takes full pride, In doing what seems right. Look at me, my heart, A coward I have become, Just once I was rejected, Now turned into a dusty item. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her voice so sweet, so beautiful, Symphony from the harp of an angel. And my throat that takes no rest, From the cry...

A normal day at school for me was all about friends. Go to school. Reach 15 minutes earlier. And then give every friend a GRAND WELCOME. Or it would start with my entire friends circle playing football. John’s football skills really amazed me. He could do any trick one could expect in the international soccer field. What amazed me even more was that he wouldn’t go around telling everyone that he could do them. It would just take time to unfold the secrets of his wizardry. And all of us would brag about his skills. Now like in every batch in every school around the world, our batch also had its group of “mafias” and “crooks” and “dadas”. While playing in the same ground, they seemed to have an interest to play. Showing off their so called power, they entered the field and caught the ball and demanded us to make teams according to them. Naturally, we did not want to play with them. So we told them that they can’t play since it is the middle of the match. Now that one single pe...

So she still hurts me, while she hurts me still, Her eyes so wild, so pure, I am in love, i am sure. but she cares not much, for these eyes of mine who sought that love divine, a word i shall not touch... The 1st April Guy