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Home, Rebel And Renegades

 Home, Rebel, and Renegades

There I go, 

With renegades! 

And I confess, 

I'm Wearing the cap,

I bought it 3 years ago. 

This Memory fades,

With renegades!

Maybe someday, I'll remember these talks, 

I promised and gave my words. 

Cover yourself, be packed,

Wearing a sweater or not? 

And what about socks? 

And the cap, ears closed or not? 

But as the winters go away, 

This Memory fades, 

With renegades!

And in the winter, playing,

Eating ice cream during the day,

Buying a heater for the flames,

Thoughts collided then, 

For me, you won't play these games. 

But as the winters go away,

This Promise fades, 

With renegades!

One day I love, the other I hate. 

But as the winters go away,

The promises and memories fade. 

There you go away in the shade, 

I move away with the renegade. 

Hillviews, poetries, scrawny sunlight!

Dark sky, stargazing, musing night!

Been afar all the way

I want to write another day

But got no words to decorate

Lost all of them while forgiving hate

People, they leave in disgrace

When they don't meet pace

The wind blows them out

Out of the bad days

But all that I know

They invisibly stay

Their Promises stay

People, either a reason or a season

And some stay for their whole life

Rebels, rebellion is a season,

A season of war, 

A War that you've won

Renegades, they've some reasons

Reasons to turn bad

Turn bad into good 

Home, it is a life where we strive

And these people,

They stay for their whole life

Even they could be invisible for a lifetime

They may remain afar,

Their Promises never die

Home, they reside.



Surroundings are the basis of your ideologies,

And new times are now,

This second, not this,

This one, again not this,

This one, the current one.

And what?

Renegades live in new times,

Because it's this moment only,

Rebels are for the future,

Home is the past.

"Don't edge then!"

I'm not a renegade,

I live within a renegade.

I wrote to god 

Thank-you 

I thought of giving up on home 

But you made me feel, 

I'm someone to keep in control.

Daylight, strong vibes 

I can feel those ongoing strives 

Heavenly, losing lives

I am sorry 

I thought of leaving before I fight,

But you stopped me,

Told that I'm better than it.

Going good, don't stay 

I fought now I've to pay 

Interesting life, one more day.

Hope, you're proud of who you are!

Hope, you enjoy hiding at the altar!

Hope, it burns when you Ignite!

Hope, rebels succeed out of spite!

Hope, you're good at goodbyes!

Hope, before wars, you're hailed!

Hope, after wars, you prevailed!

Hope, Norse Gods bless you!

Hope, you're a mountain's hue!

Hope, you take everyone along!

Hope, what you feel is never wrong!

Hope, you're not one that fades!

Hope, you respect those renegades!

Hope, you're not that cruel one!

Hope, your mistakes take a turn!

Hope, you realize you don't greed!

Hope, time stops when you need!

Nothing but hope for a home!





For smiles and laughs,

You'll bloom, I hope

New life, your horoscope 

Just be, renegades won't rebel

You are the new home to dwell

"Suggestions?" 

Don't be "Norse'

"Else?" 

Don't greed, renegades don't feed.

"For what?" 

Blame and fame!

"Don't you see, I could've drowned!"

You didn't! Did you?

"You said you'll help!"

There are others too.

"Acting innocent?"

You asked I did, I asked you didn't!

"What?"

Memoirs de renegades, 'New Times'.


When I look at the home, lights shimmer

I fall, I feel, what you've felt

Hearing others doubt you, 

Stony Hearts melt

Then, we rage 

Despite knowing, 

Words of our sage

Veins turn red, 

Beating hearts mad,

And we think we are right

To face the truth, we need might

Who are we to be misjudged

Who are they, that they judged

And I look at your shimmering eyes

They're so true, so get up and rise

You've got a thousand skies to shine

I'll shine as one of the skies is mine





Blessings 

Life and misery began together

You're afraid because you bother 

You are accustomed to this vale of tears

Yet, scared of the miseries of Daylight

Curb the mind, and do recite some prayers

The less you worry, the better you'll fight

To achieve your aim is a tough row to hoe

But your dedication to it can get you so

The blessings, of your parents

And those of you elders and loved ones

Will always be in your favor and goodwill

Don't doubt these blessings

Work hard till you achieve your dreams,

Smile with gratitude, you can withstand.

These blessings will remain till the end.


The Great Mystric

Hours

Mystric, turn the time back, 

I want to make Hours all all right.


Music flows door to door, Amidst Day listen and adore.

Talks of time, the clock says old goes the clothes wore. 

Old clothes say people wore them are young and fool.

Young fools ask the dried rose to please a wild boar.

The rose recalls the hours when its beauty was admired.

Ignoring it, the boar ran sensing the hunter's roar.

The hunter loses its prey, praying for a good hour of the day.

Day gives him a flock of doves, there's no sorrow anymore.

The Doves fear death, but the hunter sells them toHome, Rebel, and Renegades

There I go, 

With renegades! 

And I confess, 

I'm Wearing the cap,

I bought it 3 years ago. 

This Memory fades,

With renegades!

Maybe someday, I'll remember these talks, 

I promised and gave my words. 

Cover yourself, be packed,

Wearing a sweater or not? 

And what about socks? 

And the cap, ears closed or not? 

But as the winters go away, 

This Memory fades, 

With renegades!

And in the winter, playing,

Eating ice cream during the day,

Buying a heater for the flames,

Thoughts collided then, 

For me, you won't play these games. 

But as the winters go away,

This Promise fades, 

With renegades!

One day I love, the other I hate. 

But as the winters go away,

The promises and memories fade. 

There you go away in the shade, 

I move away with the renegade. 

Hillviews, poetries, scrawny sunlight!

Dark sky, stargazing, musing night!

Been afar all the way

I want to write another day

But got no words to decorate

Lost all of them while forgiving hate

People, they leave in disgrace

When they don't meet pace

The wind blows them out

Out of the bad days

But all that I know

They invisibly stay

Their Promises stay

People, either a reason or a season

And some stay for their whole life

Rebels, rebellion is a season,

A season of war, 

A War that you've won

Renegades, they've some reasons

Reasons to turn bad

Turn bad into good 

Home, it is a life where we strive

And these people,

They stay for their whole life

Even they could be invisible for a lifetime

They may remain afar,

Their Promises never die

Home, they reside.



Surroundings are the basis of your ideologies,

And new times are now,

This second, not this,

This one, again not this,

This one, the current one.

And what?

Renegades live in new times,

Because it's this moment only,

Rebels are for the future,

Home is the past.

"Don't edge then!"

I'm not a renegade,

I live within a renegade.

I wrote to god 

Thank-you 

I thought of giving up on home 

But you made me feel, 

I'm someone to keep in control.

Daylight, strong vibes 

I can feel those ongoing strives 

Heavenly, losing lives

I am sorry 

I thought of leaving before I fight,

But you stopped me,

Told that I'm better than it.

Going good, don't stay 

I fought now I've to pay 

Interesting life, one more day.

Hope, you're proud of who you are!

Hope, you enjoy hiding at the altar!

Hope, it burns when you Ignite!

Hope, rebels succeed out of spite!

Hope, you're good at goodbyes!

Hope, before wars, you're hailed!

Hope, after wars, you prevailed!

Hope, Norse Gods bless you!

Hope, you're a mountain's hue!

Hope, you take everyone along!

Hope, what you feel is never wrong!

Hope, you're not one that fades!

Hope, you respect those renegades!

Hope, you're not that cruel one!

Hope, your mistakes take a turn!

Hope, you realize you don't greed!

Hope, time stops when you need!

Nothing but hope for a home!





For smiles and laughs,

You'll bloom, I hope

New life, your horoscope 

Just be, renegades won't rebel

You are the new home to dwell

"Suggestions?" 

Don't be "Norse'

"Else?" 

Don't greed, renegades don't feed.

"For what?" 

Blame and fame!

"Don't you see, I could've drowned!"

You didn't! Did you?

"You said you'll help!"

There are others too.

"Acting innocent?"

You asked I did, I asked you didn't!

"What?"

Memoirs de renegades, 'New Times'.


When I look at the home, lights shimmer

I fall, I feel, what you've felt

Hearing others doubt you, 

Stony Hearts melt

Then, we rage 

Despite knowing, 

Words of our sage

Veins turn red, 

Beating hearts mad,

And we think we are right

To face the truth, we need might

Who are we to be misjudged

Who are they, that they judged

And I look at your shimmering eyes

They're so true, so get up and rise

You've got a thousand skies to shine

I'll shine as one of the skies is mine





Blessings 

Life and misery began together

You're afraid because you bother 

You are accustomed to this vale of tears

Yet, scared of the miseries of Daylight

Curb the mind, and do recite some prayers

The less you worry, the better you'll fight

To achieve your aim is a tough row to hoe

But your dedication to it can get you so

The blessings, of your parents

And those of you elders and loved ones

Will always be in your favor and goodwill

Don't doubt these blessings

Work hard till you achieve your dreams,

Smile with gratitude, you can withstand.

These blessings will remain till the end.


The Great Mystric

Hours

Mystric, turn the time back, 

I want to make Hours all all right.


Music flows door to door, Amidst Day listen and adore.

Talks of time, the clock says old goes the clothes wore. 

Old clothes say people wore them are young and fool.

Young fools ask the dried rose to please a wild boar.

The rose recalls the hours when its beauty was admired.

Ignoring it, the boar ran sensing the hunter's roar.

The hunter loses its prey, praying for a good hour of the day.

Day gives him a flock of doves, there's no sorrow anymore.

The Doves fear death, but the hunter sells them to a tamer.

Poor tamer buys them for a clock bought for dollars four.

The hunter asks Mystric, "Will you buy this old clock?"

He buys the clock to turn the time back to his own door.

 a tamer.

Poor tamer buys them for a clock bought for dollars four.

The hunter asks Mystric, "Will you buy this old clock?"

He buys the clock to turn the time back to his own door.


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