Respire.

 Connection!! When I close my eyes, I see through your lies, You make it sound alright.. But I hear the silent cries !! When I am in sight, You seem to turn uptight, And you tame the fire.. The one that I ignite !! No matter what you show I am the one, you know.. I want to be your knight! Let me be your knight! No matter what you show I am the one, you know.. I want to be your knight! Let me be your knight! - Written by Vineet Dubey

 Friendship Give me your friendship, I'll give you mine. I'll treasure it forever; and always make it chime! Give me your time, I'll give you mine. Along with memories; sweet and benign! Give me your trust, I'll give you mine. I wont let it rust; a sacred shrine! Give me your love, I'll give you mine. Along with sincerity; and allegiance divine! Give me your soul, For which I pine. So that we are One; and our destinies intertwine! On to a trust, so pure and natural! Growing up on our similarities stark, I'll never let the vices spawn.. On to a friendship, a safe haven! When the nights are dark, I'll be there till dawn.. On to a journey, a new adventure! Follow the spark, I'll lead you on.. - Written by Vineet Dubey

 SPELL BOUND!! Under a spell, a curse, a doom! Not living it up, from dusk to noon! I struggle, I strive.. but for whom? I no longer feel alive, all tired and gloom! After a long and tiring day, All worked up in my bed I lay.. Weak from the cold I pop in a pill, Which the doctor gave me before handling the bill.. Bored of the routine day in and out, I need a break without a doubt.. So I switch on the AC, & turn off the light, And plug in my earphones, both left and right.. I hit the play button, and begin to relax, Away from reality, away from facts.. And I drown into music, & write down this rhyme.. And I hope to fall asleep, & dream on in my own space and time !!   -  Written by Vineet Dubey

  A TRUE SWEET!!       It still makes me rouse from those reveries. It was that time of the year when mother nature herself arranged a concert for us in which dark clouds were the percussionists, piercing wind was the flutist and pouring droplets of rain was the vocalist. It was a core monsoon evening in a tiny hamlet ‘Samagodu’ near Bidanuru fort in Hosanagara thaluk. The greying sky, ear splitting thunder followed by strident scream of my cousins in fear created some sort of a horror ambience. The gas light was turned on at its scheduled time nevertheless a complete darkness filled the place even before the time of switching it on. Elders urged us to sit in a big dining hall. With a small plantain leaf in front of each one of us, we started to giggle and chit chat until then a sublime fragrance of hot ‘patrode’ made of Colocasia leaves over powering the pungent smell of the gas light hit our nose. We patiently waited for our serving and it was evident to our watering mouth that pat