Black Chapter Of My Soul

Well this is something that was intended to be a song but turned out to be more like a song... Guess its not that easy to change genres... It was a random whim of mine to write a song ( all thanks to a great amount of listening to Jim Morrison and Nirvana(These guys are just like what they sound like... addictive... especially when you wanna curse the world and say 'go to hell, shitheads!' I apologize for the profanity but that is the type of mood i can have.)Coming back to the point, this is something i wrote to prove to my best friend that her taunts on me being a forgiving saint are untrue... That for me revenge is something to be watched and enjoyed and not something to be worked for, so that it may cost my repute.)

You say I’m a sentimental fool

You say that and then you call me cruel

You are so undecided ‘cause you can’t figure it out

You are in a maze of doubt

Am I all black?

No, no, no no

Am I all white?

Ohh hell no!

What am I, what I know

I am a character in grey

Moving on to a darker shade

You meet me

You may ignore me

But never will you be

Able to forget me

Be fooled by my sunny side

Oh, you think I’m so bright

But see me in the time of twilight

And you’ll wanna strangle me tight

I’m a keeper of secrets

And also of some regrets

But never a taker of threats

Or living in the shadows of greats

Will you see me go down?

No way, no way

You’ll be the clown

You’ll be the one left in disarray

This is the black chapter of my soul

Something that has haunted me like a ghoul

My revengeful thirst

Out of my chest it burst

Falls on this page

With this I’ll curse you and turn into a sage…

Inspirations from memory lane...

My mind jogs through memory lane
Going through dusty but sweet memories
I didn't expect so much pain
Releasing all my hidden agonizing cries
For all the things I have lost along the way
I had never felt my heart sway
Like this,pining for past temptation
My innocence needs restoration
I need to give up all expectation
For I need to leave the inhabitation
Of sweet times gone by
And live in the present, put on standby
So that I can make new memories
To be looked on from my future
Filled with many surprises and inevitabilities
Reflecting with all honesty, my nature
The real me...


As with all my posts this is a poem of self exploration coz  i've believed that before knowing the world you one should know the self....