Destination

Faces, empty spaces and these formless images
Long stretches of silence amidst countless mazes
White horses, black doves, unorthodox raining
Looking out for familiar things, found myself straining
Careless, carefree; yet I'm tired of walking the road
Riding white horse, I've gone far searching my abode
Flushing heat waves rushing, gushing to my toe
Rush, rush rush; crush, crush, crush till I feel pretty low
Think hard, think right, sit cool and you better sit tight
Stay away from the monster dog, spare a nasty bite
On and on, the road is windy, the horse is getting slow
Flushing heat waves, rushing, gushing to my toe
I strain still, it rains still, the horse is panting as hell
Silence is killing me, go please ring a bell
My abode is calling me, I gotta ride on, Farewell!! to thee
Black doves fly ahead, they will reach there before me
I pant on, I push on, I urge the horse to go
I want to reach there before it stops rushing to my toe

Of Mice and Men

Finding your place amidst the crowd
I speak soft, they want me loud
Its not me they will be getting
No use later, don't want you regretting
Force me to change and I will not change
Call it whatever, call it "sweet revenge"
Can't seethe like fire and crawl like a mouse
Soon you will be all alone in the house
A mouse that crawls and a human that walks
The mouse will squeak and human will talk
No, never!
I've seen mice and their sad faces as well
As if they are wanting something to tell
Its not the tale of cheese or bread
Its not the tale of shredding a thread
Its surely the somber tell of how,
They became mice but can't escape now
They became mice and can do nothing now