POLITE

It never hurts to be polite To switch off your phone in meetings Or excuse yourself when taking a call To reply to texts that invite you to parties Or be prompt, overall.

It never hurts to be polite To be punctual and respect the other's time Or say sorry when you’re a jerk To offer to share the bill, without being asked to Or eat noiselessly.

It never hurts to be polite To take a compliment graciously Not address someone as ‘You you’ or 'Hello' Please bother to remember the name of the person And if you smell bad, use a deo.

It never hurts to be polite Say Good Morning and smile, don't be rude Shake hands firmly, not like a fish And use 'pardon' rather than 'what' And please, no actions lewd.

It never hurts to be polite And politeness isn't a gender thing I mean this for both ladies and gentlemen Respect isn't a one-way street So stop expecting if you aren’t giving.

A LOVE SONG OF THE YOUNG

Are we allowed to talk in a cinema

I don’t think so, but I want to ask you

That if I thought this movie was boring

Would you still allow me to call you

You’ve been looking so wonder struck

And I can’t help but feel a tinge of envy

Because the action sucks, so does the dialogue

And the plot is beyond mercy

But all that won’t matter

If we get over the idle chatter

Let me take your hand and we’ll linger

While you wrap me around your li’l finger

They say that love is waning

In a world where apathy is reigning

But for me, the world has stopped to matter

Since we started our idle chatter.

FIGHTER

You think you won’t survive

It’s not like you’ve done before

You’ve been waking up every morning

Only to be shown the exit door

But there’s a truth to every lie

There’s a force you can’t deny

And it’s in your smile, it’s in your tear

It’s in every day you bravely get by

Fighters aren’t born, they’re made

Everyone who’s brave, has been afraid

You may be more wrong than a righter

But that doesn’t mean you’re not a fighter

Show us the fighter

You know how it’s done

Show us the fighter

Fight, till you’ve won.

How will the voices subside

How will the ghosts die down

How will the stories you’re writing end

When you live in Darkness Town

But there’s something you didn’t account for

There’s something you underestimated

It’s in your heart, and it’s blazing

It’s the fighter in you, interrupted.

Fighters aren’t born, they’re made

Everyone who’s brave, has been afraid

You may be more wrong than a righter

But that doesn’t mean you’re not a fighter

Show us the fighter

You know how it’s done

Show us the fighter

Fight, till you’ve won.

MAYBE, YOU CAN SET IT RIGHT

Maybe you’ve told too many lies

And maybe you’ve hurt too many people

Maybe you’ve not undone your mistakes

Maybe your heart has been too fickle

Maybe your life won’t take a turn

Maybe you won’t get that second chance

Maybe your job won’t get any better

And maybe you’ll be spurned by romance.

But tonight, let your heartbeats be shiny

Tonight, let your eyes dazzle with light

For this is the Festival of Wonder

And maybe, only you can set it Right.

Maybe you expect too much from everyone

Maybe they’re right in calling you crazy

Maybe your plans to quit won’t happen

Maybe you’ll always be just this lazy

Maybe your weight will always stress you

Maybe your good-hair days won’t last

Maybe the last laugh won’t be yours to have

And maybe you won’t outdo the past.

But tonight, let your heartbeats be shiny

Tonight, let the stars be your guiding light

For this is the Festival of Wonder

And maybe, only you can set it Right.

TIED IN HOLY MATRIMONY

‘Are you mad?’, she asked

Over a hushed whisper and a glare

‘Whatever gave you the idea’ he replied

And studiously ignored her stare.

She wasn’t good at sparring

He wasn’t good at being slighted

They weren’t too happy a couple

But yet, they sat there united.

It was apparent to all who saw them

That they were tied in holy matrimony

But anyone who glanced at them closer

Could tell their dalliance was phony.

They suffered the silences, ate their words

And came out a little bit defeated

And yet, they proudly wore the badge

Of never having bedded and cheated.

It wasn’t sensational, it wasn’t original

And yet, it was telling of the time

When neither one cared, yet no one dared

To leave what they considered a shrine.

C'EST LA VIE

Yes, I’ve travelled far, not wide

And had my share of troubles

Yes, I’ve compromised clear thought

To the joy of uncommon muddles

Yes, I’ve loved and lost and tossed it all

And created quite the flutter

I’ve earned that corner office they wanted

And celebrated with pretty clutter.

And yet, there’s nothing I have done

That has made me feel more human

There’s no story I have told

That’s been told and gotten proven

C’est La Vie, darling, C’est La Vie

What did we do with the days gone by

Where have they gone, what will become

And why does my heart still cry.

Yes, I’ve pleased the ones who mattered

And the one who tried to get closer

I’ve made myself quite available

Wherever I could be the poser

Yes, I’ve quelled the burning light

That was inside me, bright and burning

I’ve given in to those nights

Which come with no prior warning.

And yet, there’s nothing I have done

That has made me feel more human

There’s no story I have told

That’s been told and gotten proven

C’est La Vie, darling, C’est La Vie

What did we do with the days gone by

Where have they gone, what will become

And why does my heart still cry.

DYING TO BE FOUND

You can be so smart

And you can dance as well

But when it comes to telling

If we both will gel.

You just have no clue

And you probably won’t try

To give us a chance in hell

Because you’re wondering why.

So here’s the thing, and it’s sudden

But just as soon as we meet

There’s a trip in my heartbeat

It’s both scary and sweet.

Then I feel quite speechless

Then I feel quite unprepared

You’re just so bold and unfazed

And yet, so beautifully layered.

So I’ll just keep this short

Fallen leaves make no sound

Maybe you can’t hear me

But I’m dying to be found.

Dying to be found

Dying to be found

For fallen leaves make sound.

DROWNING

I am used to drowning

It’s what I do

Sometimes without reason

Because it’s easier to gasp for breath

Than grapple with reality.

I want to come up for air

I want to

It’s what I want

But not what I do.

I am used to drowning

It’s what I do

Floating meaninglessly through slime

While it takes me down under

And I feel happier to resign.

I want to come up for air

I want to

It’s what I want

But not what I do.

SEA, YOU, ME

Unless you have

Something to say

Something that will

Define this day

Unless you have

Something to ask

Something that will

Lift my mask

It’s just going to be

The sea, you and me

For when was the last time

You set a date with

Infinity?

A slice of heaven

An expanse of sea

It’s all right here

A glimpse of you and me

So why do the asking

Why do the tasking

We’ll let these sands

Present us eternity.

Until we have

That mystery

The kind that comes from

Pure chemistry

Until we have

That synergy

The kind that comes from

Shared history

It’s just going to be

The sea, you and me

For when was the last time

You set a date with

Infinity?

A slice of heaven

An expanse of sea

It’s all right here

A glimpse of you and me

So why do the asking

Why do the tasking

We’ll let these sands

Present us eternity.

BEAUTIFUL STRANGER

When I think how

I knew you like the back of my hand

I second-guessed everything you’d have planned

And now it’s all in the past

Not that we thought it would last

But that’s the imminent danger

Of knowing you, Beautiful Stranger.

When I think how

We were listening to the same music lately

And creating some of our own, sedately

And now, we’re quite out of tune

The sun is too bright for the moon

But that’s the imminent danger

Of knowing you, Beautiful Stranger.

When I think how

We pulled through days filled with woefuls

And smiled through them all with our hopefuls

And now, we’re not seeing any rainbows

Barely are we even in the same flow

But that’s the imminent danger

Of knowing you, Beautiful Stranger.

When I think how

We created a whole new dictionary

One that was sweet, funnily visionary

And now, these words, they seem staccato

And conversations run on Mode Auto

But that’s the imminent danger

Of knowing you, Beautiful Stranger.

EATING AND SLEEPING

Eating and sleeping

They’re like partners in crime

One follows the other, most willing

So lethargically sublime.

How can one not like the two

Because the two sure like each other

And just as soon as you’ve eaten big

You feel the creeping up of slumber.

Food and sleep, sleep and food

Stomach leads, yawn follows

And inevitably when you have no time

You die for bed and pillows.

Some are lucky, they get siesta

Some others have to stay up with coffee

Not too fair, because eating demands

The indulgence of all things sleepy.

Eating and sleeping, oh you little joys

You bring meaning to our lives, so roundabout

Because you add further pleasure to gastronomy

With the joy of wanting to pass out.

DOSE OF DISTRACTION

Some things are easily fixed

Some things take a little more time

You can’t always ponder and retreat

You don’t always land a gold mine

But no matter what your force of habit

No matter what your scene of crime

I’m just here to give you a reason

To make you feel a little bit fine.

Dose of Distraction

You need a dose of distraction

There’s a heartbeat skipping somewhere

There’s a force of attraction

Dose of Distraction

You need a dose of distraction

I’ve got a tingling feeling here

There’s a force of attraction.

Up close, it may not hold to reason

And you can choose to analyze it

Thus far, there is no punctuation

But a comma will only paralyze it

Regret may come a bit later

And you can always call yourself a fool

I’m just here to make you happy

When you break your own ground rule.

Dose of Distraction

You need a dose of distraction

There’s a heartbeat skipping somewhere

There’s a force of attraction

Dose of Distraction

You need a dose of distraction

I’ve got a tingling feeling here

There’s a force of attraction.

WE STILL HAVE NEXT YEAR

We still have next year

To write a brand new love letter

A whole new year

To shape our understanding of Better

We still have next year

To break free of the slavery

A whole 365 days

To come to terms with bravery

We still have next year

To trash feeble excuses and find a reason

A whole lot of new stories

That will kick start a brand new season

It’s never going to be too good or too bad

It’s never going to be too brilliant or too blue

You’re never going to feel life is too fair

You’re never going to feel that something special’s in the air

But there’s still a reason to be somewhat new

And that could just lie inside of you.