Do you Tango?
Palaces made
for runnin
away
From the
ants
The common
man in
the field
In the
midst of
sand
You from
your mother’s
womb
To the
playground
behind
Then into
the orange
Sun
Mellowin with
the world
For guts
n glory
Rest is
history
Which you
never look
back into
A day
arrives
You must
fall
Into the
your own
shadow
On the
farmer’s
ground
Far away
from the
palaces view
That’s the
Life you
lived
Now you
must go
Caution: This might be all theory
Boundary
Humanity
stretches its
limits
From the
man on
moon
Huntin for
Alien Life
To a
young boy
Freezed in
ice
For months
with no
food
And no
water
It’s a
win against
himself
Stretchin the
boundaries of
humanity
Panthers in
the back
Irony of
Nature to
dig
A tale
of Survival
& Excellence
Man & his
tryst
With destiny
and his
Soul
Caution: This might be all theory
Mr. King
The world
churns
It’s machine
singin its own
tune
The fish
jumps
From the
deep oceans
To your
plate
You livin
in your
hole
Grow wild
n lazy
With no
work
And only
liquor
By your
side
Smokin the
pipe
You fall
into the
hole
No one
by your
side
Except for
old bones
Caution: This might be all theory
The Leap of Faith
Runnin into
the dark
You slide
into a
hole
A different
world
And a
new tune
The wave
of time
passin
You seem
to reach
the sky
However
a itch
in you
Makes you
burn in
the night
The twist
n turns
Of all
the roller
coaster rides
Bring a
thrill in
you
Now it’s
showtime
You must
run for
your life
The curtain
fallin
A few
men ahead
of you
The rest
is history
Caution: This might be all theory
Life Games
The World
an equal
game
You a
little one
Makin a
mad dash
For the
games around
It was
all lust
and TV
You thrown
out of
the door
The hits
many
You learn
the trick
A big
man in
you
With moolah
in your
shirt hole
You all
done
Want solace
back in
your home
The World
comes back
With all
the things
Once you
wanted
Forcin down
your throat
You runnin
away
To your
death
Caution: This might be all theory
World War III
Years of
war
Takes you
away
To Death
from Life
Piece by
piece
An odd
accident
It’s the
odd arm
You lie
in the
bunker
Healin for
a month
Then the
bombs of
no work
Tearin your
stomach
Holes from
the brain
To the
delicate toe
No respite
to the
home
You lie
close to
your graveyard
Waitin for
a boon
Caution: This might be all theory
The Fast
You hungry
for a
day
Cry out
makin a
splash
The World
comes to
the door
What’s the
matter
The sweets
come
You become
the spoiled
brat
Growin up
learnin the
lessons
Of Life
and its
burden
A day
comes
Everythin
caves in
And you
loose all
your dough
Readin the
books of
the like
of Gandhi
Fastin for
months for
India’s Independence
Makes everthin
petty
You must
burn
For your
freedom
Caution: This might be all theory
Joker
You playin
the games
Of hide
and seek
From the
common man
to the
rich
A day
arrives
The Society
& Police
Callin you
the joker
Covers the
lid
On your
freedom
It’s the
last time
You will
every see
the blue sky
This is
what they
call
Welcome to
the Anne Villa
Many have
succumbed
In this
machine with
the evil
name “Drone”
The Story
told by
the bones
lyin in
the backyard
When you
turn back
An empty
space catches
your eye
It sure
feels like
your restin
ground
The Joker
laid to
rest
For the
endless games
Of the
Society
It’s the
celebrations
of human race
Welcome to
life till
eternity
Caution: This might be all theory
Love and Fearless 