A song about loss and letting go.
Some emotions and memories can trigger certain thoughts and feelings we would like to forget. Though we may have overcome the experience, some negativity still remains.
A song about loss and letting go.
Some emotions and memories can trigger certain thoughts and feelings we would like to forget. Though we may have overcome the experience, some negativity still remains.
The weight of our fears
Heavy on our lips
The depth of our years
Slip through our fingertips
Ch: Don’t moan
Do better
Unsure
Do better
Don’t groan
Do better
Alone
Do better
To carry the blame
A chip on the shoulder
Release all the pain
The shame is now over
Freedom to choose
Trust is a gamble
Pay off our dues
Our conscience lies trampled
Despise all excuses
Believe in yourself
Learn from your losses
Overcome what you felt
Do better
Ingredients:
250 gm fresh blood
1/2 onion
1 brown potato
2 chillis
3 tomatoes
4 tbsp cooking oil
5 curry masala
6 garlic cloves
7 garam masala
Salt, to taste
Instructions:
Wash the blood, then boil it for a couple of minutes in cooking water and set aside. Eating blood is similar to drinking curd. You could roll it with your fingers to give it a round, meaty texture.
Tan the oil in a pan, as you would for cooking any meat. Add chopped onion and fry until it matches your skin tone. Then dump in the diced chillies, garlic, tomatoes, and potato.
When the paste starts to thicken add salt, curry masala, and garam masala. Mix well to fuse.
Finally, add the boiled blood.
Mix well and cover the pan so it can cook for 5 and a half minutes. Remove from fire and happy april fools’ day. Serve hot.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you
Don’t say I didn’t care
Every day I waited
You just weren’t there
Don’t say I didn’t notice
Don’t say life’s not fair
When you don’t understand yourself
What can you share
Don’t mistake kindness for weakness
Don’t assume patience won’t wear
Every emotion is worth something
All our desires laid bare
Ch: It’s always the wasted moments
That come back to taunt us
It’s always the broken promises
We can never repair
It’s always later than we expected
Falling teeth and losing hair
It’s always something
we couldn’t accomplish
Fulfillment is rare
Don’t say I didn’t warn you
Don’t say I didn’t care
Every day I waited
You just weren’t there
The heart sees
The mind knows
Where were you when this began?
It’s been 38 years of searching
Taken every step to keep from falling
All the emptiness fades to nothing
Man of the world
I keep to myself
So many lives at stake
Nowhere to hide
The heart sees
The mind knows
All the doubts I’ve left behind
Every bridge rebuilt is mine
Give what’s left to embrace this life
Gaze into the abyss and smile
Every ache is healed in time
It tilted at an odd 10-degree angle as it curved around the hillside. Makes one wonder how they laid the tar. Imagine if tar wasn’t as sticky and pasty as it is. If the tar was watery, it could have flowed due to the tilt and made it impossible to lay the road. This tar was intact, and after sundown seemed to reflect the dark sky with its twinkling inhabitants.
A honk from behind and ahead. A yellow barricade, tottering on three legs because of some unskilled blacksmith who didn’t double-check his work, obstructed the footpath. The bus stand situated a little way behind was still bustling with people returning home after work. There was the semblance of chaos amidst the calm workings of a day drawing to its end.
With a cellphone to her ear, she struts along the white lining on the edge of the road. Unperturbed by everything around her and focused on the familiar voice reassuring her. A bulky lorry rolls around the bend, and an unidentifiable shape tumbles off the top. A crash and a thud, then a scream. The cellphone hits the unforgiving tar and instantly blinks off. Moments pass before vehicles start collecting at the scene. A massive log has partially blocked the road, and people gather around. Someone calls for help on his phone while another group starts trying to move the log out of the road. There is a broken cellphone on the side of the road, but no one notices.