A li'l bit of the sky

I aint very ambitious,
Am just a plain li'l girl, you see
And all I have
To call my own
Is a sweet dream to be free.
I don't want too much of money
Or a Lamborghini
(A small Maruti would do just fine!)
And when I die
I wanna be a star.
Up in the night sky
I wanna shine.

That's all that I want,
Truly my Lord.
Not much,
Just a li'l bit of the sky.
All I want is a li'l bit of the sky.

Don't wanna be drop-dead gorgeous.
Don't want a hero or a super-stuntman.
Just a sweet dear guy
To curl up with
And be as happy as we can.
Don't wanna be a teacher
Or a great preacher
(Just wanna live a life that is mine)
And when I die
I wanna be a star.
Up in the night sky,
I wanna shine.

That's all that I want,
Truly my Lord.
Not much,
Just a li'l bit of the sky.
All I want is a li'l bit of the sky.
A li'l bit of the sky...

Something on love...

I'm the grass that grows on a weary path
And shields the lonely traveller's feet;
I bathe in the dew, and bask in the sun
Until my doom in death I meet.

I 'm the cool little brook that flows on 'n' on
And satisfies the thirsty deer;
I live alone to support that life
And I do it without any fear.

I'm the white dove that adorns the sky
Bringing hope to one and all
I'm the support people look for
I'm the arrow, unstopped by any wall.

I'm the strength
That can squeeze out water from any stone
I'm love,
But for me, all are alone.

The Verses that go with Aragorn...

This is from The Lord of The Rings by J.R.R. Tolkein. Its simply beautiful.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

(For those who don't know who Aragorn is, pls pls read this book, its got something for everyone.)

Parting words

What is it that I fear?
The unknown or the untouched...
Or parting from those that I've come to love much...

What is it that this heart is aching for?
Leaving a home, or
For a sight of dear friends, here no more...

Heave a sigh, roll a tear,
No sorrow ever, that time can't bear
In a corner,
Lives a joyful thought -
These years, the love, the joy we've shared,
Its never ever gonna be lost,
Yes, the magic is never ever gonna be lost.

Why aint you coherent?

You've been talking to me
For the past one hour
But not one sentence makes any sense.
Fits and twitches,
Wild, wild gestures
Seems the light is passing through a distorted lens.
Come out clean, my friend,
Someone tell me -
Why aint he coherent?

I hear you grumble
Hear you rant and rave
And it scares me, to see this fearful dance.
High and low, the way
Your voice just flows
I simply hate your stance.
Let's be clear, my dear,
Let's make sense,

Why aint you coherent?

Matter of Convenience

He was the sad man of the town.
And they all spoke of him.
Some said
He was really down,
Some that, he was dim.
He had a nice face,
With dazed eyes
That spoke
Of different tastes.
Of hidden vice.

She was just another girl.
She walked to him and asked,
'Hey i ve heard about you...
That u r the saddest of
The men around.
The darkest creep
That walks this ground.
With a face so naive,
And eyes so lost,
How come so grave?
From where this frost?'

'Its all true, girl.
I am all that.
But i bother none
Least you of all.
I m just up to my job
And i go my way
I am no trouble
At the end of the day.
If i look sad, just lemme be,
I was born to be, I was born like this.'

And he walks away,
As they always saw him do.
With his radio on
And his hair, grey.
The girl stood looking,
She wasn't used to this -
If she asked a question,
None could give her a miss.

'I guess, he is just a fake.
It must be some
Kinda fashion.
Nobody ever lives with a constant ache
As if it were a passion.'
The next day, it was in the news,
The sad man aint really sad
Its just a matter if convenience,
To live like that,
May be, he thinks it's
Cool to be like that.

Pearls Before Swine

Its been a long time since I ve posted on my blog... The prelims ve left me drained, n I still havent started working for my university papers...
Anyways, this is from the only thing that keeps me going - Pearls Before Swine, the comic strip by Stephen Spastis. (Look into the Mumbai Mirror, its one of the very few good things bout this paper). This is the uncut version of a nursery rhyme (according to 'rat') :

Little Miss Muffet
sat on a tuffet
eating her curds and whey
along came a spider
who sat down beside her
and frightened Miss Muffet away.

****
Then Muffet went back
and checked her gun-rack
grabbing a .357,
finding the spider,
she sat dwon beside her
and blew that poor sucker to heaven.
****

I dunno what I wud do, if it weren't for the 'pearls' :)