THE MAPS MUST GO

I do admit that it's all insane
boundless heat and constant pain
There scorching sun, there rain
All efforts totally going in vain

But you can alter just your maps
To match truly with the terrain
The roads can't be changed for maps
New roads found, and the old remain

If the ground gets too confusing
And the maps no longer discern
Trust the ground and move forth
The maps must go, let them burn

YESTERYEARS V

You are the compassion showered from above,
You are the blessing hand of love,
You are the touch of extreme care,
You are nothing but a prayer,
I want to sing you, yes, I cry...
How can I sing you? Who am I?

YESTERYEARS IV

Can't do otherwise, we just fly
We are birds in the sky
Seeing the world below us thorough
With faded boundaries of sorrow
We fly from a place to another
But though, for a while, we fly together
At last we must fly alone
...that no land is our own

YESTERYEARS III

A losing body suffering loss
A wriggling body on the cross
A skinned body without a doubt
A body tortured inside out
A body that is mutilated
A body that is not cremated
A crippled body lacking charm
A headless body bleeding warm
Is what you get when you walk
Without a halt on the way of truth

YESTERYEARS II

In the desert this endless thirst...

Bleeding feet, bodies in dust...

Can't walk more, we are so hurt,

Life making the final effort...

On the faces many a scar.

Bruised and broken we both are.

Too difficult, there's no doubt...

Death is here, dancing about...

Death within and death without,

There is only one way out: 

Together, side by side, we stand.

Walk with me, give me your hand...

And there won't be a suffering anymore.

And there will be a celebration very pure.

And it will be a carnival rather.

And by and by we'll reach together. 

YESTERYEARS I

I am nothing but a glass.
What you receive is not my own...
Though through me it does pass,
it comes from some place unknown.

Come to me, I am the gate...
which would lead you to the source.
Why do you outside wait?
Just touch me and open the doors.

Hold me, I am but a wire...
I will conduct something through me;
maybe life, or maybe fire,
but the unseen, you will see...

Kiss me as I am eternal...
A faith, a hope, a testament.
Do read me, I am readable,
simple, alive and so ancient.

Do hold me as if I were yours
and hand in hand we walk on shores
as far from all as we can...

VEILS OF MISERY

Ah they have a little trouble walking…
The carpets moving, the aisle is talking
Something that was buried and dead
Has slowly begun raising its head
The people who were all dormant
Are realizing they’ve been ignorant
The bodies that lay under their feet
Have started lifting their heads
We have been to you just reptiles
But soon we’ll creep into your beds
These people will fry you alive, tyrant,
When they see their blood
And how to it you shrugged!
When they see their veils of misery
And realize that they were drugged
These people are not all that ignorant
These people are duped, they’re innocent