The Clown

All the children laughed at the clown,

But I knew someone who made everyone laugh knew more of life ,

than a joke could summarize.

And then I looked deep into the clown’s eye,

And there was a picture of such might,

Beneath all the mirth was so much pain in rewind,

People gone, people left, all the scars left,

And all they left was a joke.

And yet the clown paints his face

And that inner world gets lost in the maze.

And the children laugh.

And the pain subsides. 

The Sun Also Rises

Misfit sun in a cloudy sky,

Peeping through fleeces of cloud,

Into worldly  windows of glass hearts.

Shafts of orange light,

Like a wound in the clouds.

Misfit sun on a cloudy day,

 A distant moon tumbles,

Onto the horizon,

To dethrone the day,

Instill  the night.

Seal the sun into a nightly cage,

The glass hearted clowns arise,

Clowns to make a joke,

Of all that is human,

But know this clowns,

The sun also rises.

/ Every misfit has his crowd, and the clowns don't matter anymore/

Human , all too human

“Don’t fly too close to the sun,

Your wings are wax.

You cannot fly that high,

You are human, all too human.”

“But I must fly away from this earth,

This cold world is not for me.

I belong in the warmth of the sun,

I must shed these man-made wings.”

I sailed too close to the sun,

Only to fall to the earth.

To pick up the vestiges of broken wings,

How fragile are man-made things!

In an earthly life devoid of meaning,

Solace in the sun I was seeking.

But I am but human and no bird,

Alas the birds are chained to the sky.

Tell the scorcher sun,

I would rather be a street urchin,

Than a glorious eagle,

For I am human, all too human.

/* This poem marks the end of my foolish search for perfection in an imperfect world. Being human means having to face loneliness, meaninglessness and ultimately death. We humans try to fight a way out of this human condition( almost trying to be Nietzsche's Ubermensch). But we are human , all too human and can only be t peace and happy when we embrace our condition no matter what it is and revel in it. We cannot deny ourselves our own humanity.In essence, this poem is about Icarus being at peace with his inability to touch the sun*/ 

Black Rose Immortal

I am the eyesore in Elysian fields,

I am the black rose in a world that asks for red petals.       

Water from my roots boils in my stem,

For I can never be red like them.

The black rose blossoms just like the others,

White , yellow and red all are picked together.

But beauty is in the blossoming of the flower,

Yet the world sees beauty only in colour.

I see children rose picking in the morning,

And the reds they seem to pick without warning.

And the black roses waits in the amidst the grasses,

Until it finally fades.

Lyrical Interpretaion #1. Passive-APC

So here's the part where I review some of my favourite song lyrics of all time and what they mean to me. These are my interpretations and music is a work of art , so no interpretation can be definite and ultimate. This is just my take.
So for this review we have Passive by A Perfect Circle. Here's the lyrics-

Dead as dead can be
The doctor tells me
But I just can't believe him
Ever the optimistic one
I'm sure of your ability to become
My perfect enemy

Wake up (why can't you)
And face me (come on now)
Don't play dead (don't play dead)
'cause maybe (because maybe)
Someday I'll walk away and say
You disappoint me
Maybe you're better off this way

Leaning over you here 
Cold and catatonic
I catch a brief reflection
What you could and might have been
It's your right and your ability
To become my perfect enemy

Wake up (why can't you)
And face me (come on now)
Don't play dead (don't play dead)
'cause maybe (because maybe)
Someday I'll walk away and say
You disappoint me
Maybe you're better off this way

Maybe you're better off this way [Repeat: x3]

You're better off this
You're better off this
Maybe you're better off

Wake up (why can't you)
And face me (come on now)
Don't play dead (don't play dead)
'cause maybe (because maybe)
Someday I'll walk away and say
You  disappoint me
Maybe you're better off this way

Go ahead and play dead
I know that you can hear this
Go ahead and play dead

Why can't you turn and face me [Repeat: x4]

You  disappoint me

Passive-aggressive bullshit [Repeat: x12]

So given that this was written by Maynard James Keenan and Trent Reznor , the lyrics do have an obvious strong and almost dark touch to them. To me, it seems like Maynard is addressing someone who is passive aggressive with him. You know what I mean by passive aggressive. The people who treat you like superman when everything is going right , and at the slightest sign of trouble , you are branded the worst person in the world. And Maynard does the most rational thing in this situation , he walks away. He is disappointed in this passive aggressive person , who keeps changing colours every now and then. And think about it , isn't everybody pretty much exactly like this? It is funny but it is the people you expect to stay until the end are the first to leave. The people you expect to stand by you are the first to skip ship. And yes , that always comes as a major disappointment. So what do you do with these people? You give them another chance and wait for their aggressive to turn passive because you're just too attached to them? Well Mr.Keenan and Mr Reznor disagree. They have the gumption to walk away and as for the passive aggressive person in question ' Maybe you're better off this way....'
I guess everyone has to make their position clear , and if anything hangs around like a passive aggressive loose string , you have the right to walk away. You do not deserve to be disappointed again and again. You deserve better than passive aggressive bullshit.

Watch out for MJK's brilliant vocals. This live version real brings the emotion of the song home.

I Listen

I listen to the sounds of silence,
I listen to the deafening noises.
I listen to the calm crashing of ways,
I listen to the clamour of swaying rose beds.
I listen to the shouts for help,
I listen to the shouts of disdain.
I listen to cries of help,
I listen to cries of pain.
I listen to the chaos of the world around me,
I listen to the peace of the world inside.
And then most of all,
I listen to myself

Afterglow

I carry pocket sized chaos on my shoulder,

When living schedules has become a boulder.

I feel a trace of that encounter,

As if placed by a skilled mounter.

I remember when light flooded away the dark,

And everything had that radiant glow.

But the candle wick has been burnt stark,

And the light does not seem to flow.

Yet I remember the sound of that light,

Provoking me against my own might.

To fight that treacherous fight,

To once again see the lighted sight.

I turn to the mirror to find this light,

And I am stunned by the amazing sight.

There is no more of my own light left to show,

I am but drenched in the burnt candle’s afterglow.

/* We all have these wonderful experiences with places and people that really impact us . And they all change us in a way. So much so that the burnt out candle's afterglow becomes a part of our own glow. We may not be in touch with those wonderful people and places , but what they taught us lingers , just like afterglow. So , even when the sun goes down , I have a light . */