Mad Planet - Happiness

Lets sing a happy song;
And pretend to be mad all day long.
This happy song is all wrong;
Who said that? hey you there in sarong,
Scoot! here you do not belong.
I see a space ship with a peroxide blond;
I hope she doesn't get off wearing a thong,
On mad planet, it would be so wrong.
The happy song can't then go on,
I have waited to sing it lifelong.
Don't prolong, sing the bloody happy song;
Damn the song.
Lets rather watch Jen's flick with popcorns;
The flick has Jackie from Hongkong.
Send him back to where he belongs.
The mad planet is not mentally stong;
Nobody here wants to sing a happy song.
So long...

Time Song

 

The dry leave of autumn
Discarded, it run free with the wind
The sorrow all forgotten
In a foreign land it lands
Rest on a high rock
Untouched it stay
Till the winter blankets it with snow
It rest in peace

And dissolves with the new spring sun

Bids it goodbye and add a layer to our existence

My Valentine

Thousand reasons to love you

Never my heart slows

Beat it fast when I see you

Dies it a bit when you go

I pluck the starry diamonds for you

And stare deep into your black eyes

Night seems never to end

By morning this dream would fade

I would wait for the time

When the night would run like a train

A few moments of love

And the sweet memories forever

The Moment Of Lie

Would you agree with me if I tell you that you are the biggest liar. Ahem... It did make you uncomfortable or rather your stream of dirty filthy sloppy thoughts stop (don't lie) and display the vignette of the glorious moments of lies and your works.

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I can't stand a liar (and loath the ultimate lousy compulsive liar) and I would rather have the looser a mile away than have him stand in front of me. But sometimes we don't have a choice, the earth has these vermin everywhere eating away the good old trust and infesting the pristine world with malicious deeds.
 
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So, there are two types of men; one who lie and the others who listen to the lies.


I have a confession to me; even I am a liar.

MANEATER

She breezed into the room

Lights brighten for a moment

Let us salute the godess

Before she sentence us to doom

She would ask for your heart

Be sure you can bear the pain

It would be torn and broken

Before she departs

Don't be beguiled by her sweet talk

She means nothing

She is a maneater

She loves to stalk

I am besotted and entangled

No hope or pray

I smell her perfume

As the love is flayed