You can, you can, you can.

Can I do this?

Yes you can, give it all you've got

I'm afraid I'll get a mini-paralysis

Try once if you will, strike that Iron, pierce that dot.

 

Can I do THIS?

Yes you can, it's not that grim

What if I do it, and have a miss?

I know you've got this; I have a whim.

 

CAN I do this?

Yes you can, oh! Yes you can,

Maybe I can, If I Have some assists;

No I won't do this, do it yourself, be a man!

 

I can do this!

Yes you can, you have it in you;

I will do this; I WILL do this;

Have a focused mind, and then the world you can view.

 

I did it, I did!

YES!! I'm happy for you!

Oh you actually believed in me; you didn't kid!

That's because I love you, and that's what loved ones do.

Heartbreak.

There he was, just standing there,
Looking at her, just looking,
His dizziness growing, her flashing smile bare,
Laughing with her, just laughing.


There he was, just dazed,
Dreaming about her, just dreaming,
It was her straightforwardness that left him amazed,
His heart was singing for her, just singing.


There he was, just ecstatic,
she accepted him, oh yes she did!
He was frozen in time, just static,
He couldn't believe she didn't kid!



There he was, just confused,
Why is she so distant?
He couldn't believe at what she, at him, accused;
His confusion remained constant.


There he was, just half-dead,
She didn't dump him, he was virtually killed.
For countless days he wasn't out of bed,
With anger and self-pity was he filled.


There he was, just recovering,
When he found her with someone,
The anguish was over-whelming,
He had lost, the other side had won.

Discrimination.

We call ourselves "the united yet diverse."

Well, that's not true, that's yet another verse.

I'm not making this up, I HAVE experienced this.

 

Just because I'm fair, doesn't mean that I'm foreign.

Heck! If that was true, half of all Indians would be foreign.

I try taking this all lightly:

"Haha, that's funny! But I'm not British"

You don't get it do you, you just go on and on.

 

Well, fairness is not the only one on my list.

My English is good, why the hell you make fun of that?

Wow, I receive banterings and insults, instead of pats

It's not my fault, dammit! My English is not bad!

 

Well, all this got me thinkin'

And one thing is to be followed,

Ya can't stop 'em, you can just ignore.

I try sometimes, but sometimes it's too much.

Just gimme a break dammit! Cut all this crap!

Le jour parfait

It was 7 am. Nakul woke up. The unexpectedly rainy morning was a pleasant surprise. Smiling at god's grace, he slumped up to his bathroom. It was strange; he never noticed the extra-ordinary number of cleaning products in there. As he stood there gazing at the Domexes, Rins and Lirils, an expected shout was heard downstairs.

"Nakul, wake up, you'll be late! "

Nakul blabbered sleepily something in reply which he himself couldn't understand.

" Ahh, take a bath, buddy."

It was a shame that the perfect sleep-inducing climate had to be ignored. Damn you, school.

As he was bathing, he didn't realize that he was actually in a bathtub.

"Strange, I never noticed my bathroom had a bathtub."

Perplexed, he quickly got ready for school and went downstairs.

His Mom was tapping the dining table, half-impatient, half-irritated.

"Quick, I made beans-on-toast, today. "

"Your favorite", she added smilingly.

Nakul loved it when Mom did that. His mom was, to him and all his classmates at school, the best cook.

Leisurely biting his toast, he gagged.

Looking bewilderedly outside, he exclaimed, "I didn't know we had three cars!"

Wildly happy, Nakul continued gaping at the Mazda RX-8.

"It's a present to your brother, for getting admission into Harvard! Your father is very generous."

His Amazement quickly turned into hope.

Giving Mom his signature puppy-dog eyes, he asked her," Can I drive it when I come back, Purleaase?"

"I don't know, there are a lot of policemen nowadays…" His mother said nervously.

"But I have a learner's license and Bhaiya can come with me! I promise, ma, I'll drive very slowly." He said, crossing his fingers.

"Well, all right."

Jubilant, Nakul punched the air around him.

With a spring in his step, he went to school.

He was sweetly surprised at the attention the girls in his class were giving to him.

"There's something different today..." he wondered.

After school, Nakul was wild. His brother had come to pick him up. In the Mazda.

He started crossing the road. Something was wrong.

A bus out of nowhere came and hit him on his face.

He woke up. He was late. Mom was slapping him awake.


  

Walls.

Ripping my hair out, my screams are unheard.

I am in jail. I am a gaol-bird.

What's going to happen to me?

They are on a killing-spree.



Why?  Why do you do this to me?

You have blinded my eyes; I cannot see.

I am naked, clothless; stripped bare.

It's laughable to think someone DOES care.



Who? who are you?

What do you want?

Please, just give me a clue;

I can't bear all this; I just can't.



All this time; I was waiting for that savior;

Now I realize there is no angel;

I have to escape; I have to get out of here.

I have to bang the doors; I have to ring the bell.



Oh! It's beautiful; the divine taste of freedom;

It might be a deception, but it still feels good.

I am free, I am revived.

I am alive, I am alive.





I do not know who or what this song means literally. Feel free to guess.