Hallucinating Reality

A man shouts out to far off messiah standing under the cold moon,
Whispering light into the man' eyes,hoping to see the sun soon.
Insanity lingers through the air with aliens smokin in the background,
The man plays a spanish guitar,re-kindling spirits,
Repetition of things,they call it the pattern of their life bits,
Messiah's voice echoed around the cave,a cave deeper than his voice,
Man shouted god!!...so was the birth of it,such was the man's choice,
Insanity closing down on him now,the man ran towards the messiah,insane....
it was the man,it was the end,it was the end of the cave....

Music

Music is not just a word
It speaks to you when no one's around,
Takes you to a place which no man has ever found,
Its the light seen by those closed eyes,
Sunshine maybe,in the lonely night skies,
Its the feeling of reaching home for those who were lost,
A drop of tear maybe,for those with their memories washed,

Music is not just a word
Sometimes it is the melody enchanting us,
And sometimes its the green and the lust,
The power to create a soul with few strings,
Its divine maybe,even not one of HIS things,
Its about people who become legends,oh so close to the gods,
Its about a religion,a religion with no discrimination of thoughts,

Music is not just a word
Its our thoughts,our emotions with wings,
And maybe,a song for the traveler to sing,
Its one more step forward when the road is too long,
And yet another conclusion when your rights were always wrong,
Its for the man looking at the horizon with hope in his eyes,
Its for the one who wants to clench the tides,the one longing to see the paradise...

Music is not just a word......


*H.O.D*