Handful of Sky

I am writing this after a long time. Its been a while now and all that I have written was either meant for commercial use or to be used as my status messages on social networking websites like these. This is a poem and keeping our (Especially Sunny's) busy schedules in mind, I don't think that it will ever see the light of the day as a song. And for a change it is good. When I say that I am writing a song, everyone starts expecting more. For now, I would like you to just read it as words framed together in the form of a poem or whatever. In short, it seems like my story and that makes it all the more special to be shared with special people around. Thanks for all the love you have showered on me :)

Looking through the shattered panes
At the forlorn world so real.
Drowning in that sea of time
Searching for that little zeal

The varied hues of the world
That I have been painting.
A step beyond the insane sky
And they say 'I've been dreaming'

I haven't known whats wrong
And what you think is right.
Been living all this while like this
Counting stars through the night.

From where I am, I see the
Scattered beads of rosary on my floor.
Familiar faces wearing indifferent masks
And souls, always craving for more.

Every moment, once in a while
I surface for air to breathe.
Every moment, now and then, I strive
Strive for what I used to be.

Pushing myself way back into time
I feel its all getting in my head.
I try, I try to run and hide and failed
To see the traps that lay ahead.

Now when they gather around me
In black gowns and tears in eye.
I might be dead with eyes shut, But,
Still dreaming for my 'Handful of Sky'

Through the shattered panes
Looking at my 'Handful of Sky'

Been painting all the while
The picture of my 'Handful of Sky'

It may be wrong or may be right
But that's my 'Handful of Sky'

And I Dream for 'Handful of Sky'

Dream for my 'Handful of Sky'

(C) Piyush Singh - 18/04/09