Turn on the lights....

No I don’t have hands filled with rice

I have ten hands with various weapons

Since I am God.

Glide into reality. When you see handicapped hawkers looking for people before the idol, caress your rich tongue more and more. When happy children in happy uniforms flock the marquees, motherless children watch from behind bushes, the mercy of their goddess. What has religion done for mankind? Crippled humanity. Shattered to pieces millions of lives.

But I heard the sound of the drums receding into blue haze

When I saw tears falling from eyes.

From the turns

Turn your gaze

Towards the place;

You see flickering candles

Before empty chairs

And noiseless smoke.
You see only a black dog
On green grass
And emptiness.

You knew it was all over.

The melody is over friends.

The melody is over.

But if I return

I will bring the old days

Back to you

Don’t cry:

You are not alone in this big world

You live with me

You die with me

You listen to Apache.

You live.

"Now gather up sea shells, 
And write down brave words 
Your prayers are unanswered, 
Your idols absurd 
The seaweed and the cobweb, 
Have rotted your sword 
Your barricades broken, 
Your enemies Lord."                                 -Broken Barricades, PROCOL HARUM.


P.S.: SUBHO BIJOYA!