THE FORBIDDEN

IN GROWING INDIA OR THE RIGHT WORD WOULD BE THE DEVELOPING INDIA THERE IS A COMMUNITY IN NORTHERN REGION WHICH LIVES ON ROAD SIDE AND CHANGE THERE LOCATION FROM CITY TO CITY ,THIS IS THE POOR AND FORBIDDEN POPULATION WHICH LIVES IN HOUSES MADE OF TREE BARKS AND LEAFS ,ACTUALLY THESE ARE THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE PRESERVED SOME NEARLY EXTINCT TRADITION OF NEARLY EXTINCT INDIA . THESE LINES  EXPLORES THERE HIDDEN LIFE , AND HOW THEY HAVE PRESERVED THERE CULTURE.



I'M NOT A WOODPECKER
I'M NOT A KINGFISHER
BUT, I HAVE STOMACH
I'M A CHILD OF HUMAN
FATHER OF A CHILD.

I'M NOT A SPIDER
I'M NOT A COCKROACH
BUT, I CAN STARVE FOR DAYS
AND LIVE NEAR GUTTARS

ISSUE IS NOT THAT
I'M LIVING IN A DEN
ISSUE IS THAT
I'M NOT A LION "THE KING"
ACTUALLY,
I'M 'SOME BIRD', CHANGING 'MY NEST'

YEAH! I DON'T HAVE ANY NAME,
"I AM AFRAID"

COME TO MY HOME,
COME TO THE HISTORY,NATURE,TREES,BARKS,
SOME STONES AND
OF-COURSE!
SOME CLOTHES THROWN BY SOME SUPERIORS,
"SOME HUMAN"
 
WHY I'M I TELLING THIS TO YOU?
I NEED TO TELL YOU SOME STORY
TO SHARE WITH YOUR CHILDRENS,
SOME SOUNDS OF BIRDS,
YOU WOULD NEVER SEE,
SOME SIGNS OF OUR FATHER'S
YOU MIGHT NEVER GET.

NO,NO,NO! DON'T BE SAD
DON'T FEEL SORRY,
I'M OKAY,
GOOD AND WILL REMAIN SO FOR EVER
'CAUSE 
WE ARE STILL A CHILD OF HUMAN
AND, FATHER OF A CHILD

PROPOSAL

A SWEET PROPOSAL TO ONE YOU ADMIRE TO ONE YOU LOVE IN SWEET SIMPLE WORDS.




SOMETIMES IN YOUR EYES,
SOMETIME IN HEAVEN
SOMETIME WITH YOU
SOMETIME WITH LOVE
I KNOW I AM DREAMING
WONDERING IN SKY,

I KNOW ANGELS ARE IN SKY
COME ANGEL ,HUG ME FOR ME
TAKE ME BENEATH THE OCEAN
IN TH ELAND OF PEARLS
INTHE ATMOSPHERE OF MIRACLE

THE WORDS ARE SIMPLE
THE WORDS ARE OF LOVE.

MOONY LOVE

I WANT TO SEE YOU ON THE MOON
ALONE,
NO AIR NO WATER
JUST STANDING LIPS TO LIPS
SUCKING LOVE,SUCKING LIFE

NO ONE TO INTERFERE,
NO ONE TO BOTHER,
HOLDIN HANDS TIGHTLY
DIGGING THE LOVE,
OUT OF MOON.
I WANT TO SEE YOU ON MOON.

REDFINING THE LOVE,
REDIFINING NEED, THE PASSION
RDIFINING OUR BODY,
BURNING THE MOON
BY OUR HEAT
I WANT TO SEE YOU ON MOON