Wearing out my old clothes
Here I am trying the new
Wading into my on spirit
I am turning up new paths
My shadow is no more here
I can feel dark in the sky
Till sky is waiting new son
Let me work up to shine
Everyone is unbelievable
Truth is still under grave
Lies lies every where
World is abounded with masks
Yielding to my own heart
I am now following myself
Winking at my fellows
I am turning against odds
Still putting out my self
Still going on pebbles
Looking out new sins
Going over my ancient times
Animal spirit inside me now
At daggers drawn with my days
Here I am once again
Turning aside my old ways
With veins filled with arctic blood
With arms holding reloaded guns
Here I am the freely falling god
Standing against merciless gazes
Aghast on my strong strength
Lines of fate are under shock
Living to get death on fresh day
I am deceitful more than them
Storms are whiling away time
By standing against my power
They still want to see means
More destructive than them
So called winners are near line
not knowing who is holding power
Kissing their girls more bitterly
Here I am again gaining control
Wading into my on spirit
I am turning up new paths
My shadow is no more here
I can feel dark in the sky
Till sky is waiting new son
Let me work up to shine
Everyone is unbelievable
Truth is still under grave
Lies lies every where
World is abounded with masks
Yielding to my own heart
I am now following myself
Winking at my fellows
I am turning against odds
Still putting out my self
Still going on pebbles
Looking out new sins
Going over my ancient times
Animal spirit inside me now
At daggers drawn with my days
Here I am once again
Turning aside my old ways
With veins filled with arctic blood
With arms holding reloaded guns
Here I am the freely falling god
Standing against merciless gazes
Aghast on my strong strength
Lines of fate are under shock
Living to get death on fresh day
I am deceitful more than them
Storms are whiling away time
By standing against my power
They still want to see means
More destructive than them
So called winners are near line
not knowing who is holding power
Kissing their girls more bitterly
Here I am again gaining control
3 comments:
lovely readers,
here i am starting pouring my poems into blog-world once again.
FOR PREVIOUS POEMS visit bveer.blogspot.com
this is first poem(BETTER SAY "LYRICS") on this blog showing atitude of someone abandoned by everything n who is still standing against storms!!
poem is inspired from my favourite hero james bond......
if any line is not understandable plz write to me....
with love
DISTINCTLY YOURS,
PARAMVEER JOHNNY
I liked the way you have put out things..
next time you write try putting some punctuatuions.. It will further beautify your poem..
@rockfeather
thanks for liking this one!
and thx for suggestion too!....i'l keep it in mind next time!....
hope to c u again
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