Fake Glory

I cud see the success in my voice not so far,

But now I m facing the reality with teardrops on my guitar,

Like every teen I also dreamt of a sure shot fame,

And nw I realize hw kiddish I am nd my ideas are so lame,

Even now I am practicing so dat my voice doesn’t sound hoarse,

Even now I am practicing so dat my guitar doesn’t gets coarse,

I know d success I am demanding is a Fake Glory,

But if leads to nothing it wud be atleast a nice conclusion for my story,

After 5 years------

Five years of practice have not gone in vain,

I am a famous guy now and my fan following is insane,

Its my time now and I’ve got my own band,

Allover the world I am famous as the lead vocalist of ‘hurricanes of sand’,

Now I believe I wasn’t so kiddish and my ideas were not so lame,

All I needed was practice to achieve that sure shot fame ,

As I thought before I’ve got a nice conclusion for my story,

I have attained the success but not the ‘FAKE GLORY’

guns nd children

i too wanted to live my life,
i too wanted books bt got guns in my rife,
everybody wants to follow a less trodden path,
but mine is a litl more uncommon it leads to bloodbath,
now dat i've got into it i c'nt even get away,
i c'nt even think of playing or wriying an essay,
now bloodshed is my main motiv for which i m paid,
i m a specialist in guns bt bombs are my aid,
sometimes i think of watever i m doing is not good,
to this they reply dat i m a child which they nevr understood,
now of all the situations that i persist,
i m called what i never wanted to be,
         'A TERRORIST'

SUTTA OR TU

Ek or sutta jala rha hun, ek or kash lga rha hun,
samajhna mat ise meri aadat m to bas dhuaan uda rha hun,
tu agar kehti h ise bura to kya hua, m bhi to teri hi buraaiyaan bhula rha hun,
ek or lamha jala rha hun, ek or kash lga rha hun,

Ek challa tujhe diya tha or ab kai challe hawa mei bana rha hun,
chahe tujhe ajeeb lage par us challe ki kimat apni zidagi se chuka rha hun
ek or lamha jala rha hun, ek or kash lga rha hun,

ye m manta hun k is sutte se m apni maut karib bula rha hun,
par sahi maaine mei m maut k liye hi jee rha hun,
o is sutte se apni sutte se apni saansein ghata rha  hun,
mujhe pta h k tu nhi manegi or naa hi tu sunegi
par m bhi tujhe kahan suna rha hun,
m to bas ek or lamha jala rha hun, ek or kash lga rha hun......-rachit