Category: English Songs

I’m not software
To use that you can crack
I’m strong enough
Can hold this earth on my back

You supposed yourself genius
But you are not
By your side love is cold
Yet for me it’s hot

We both know the reason
Why tears are hideaway
You can’t hide all
Turn your face to mine

You can quit this game
Anytime for any reason
Just think about me
Think about your obsession

Go to hell, die in own
I can’t say this all to you
You can’t runaway from here
Turn your face to mine

You’re a computer expert
You can uninstall all damage
I’m not error of your life
That you can try to troubleshoot

I’m not blind
I can see all that you hide
All the pain, all the hate
Turn your face to mine

Words by: Vinay Prajapati
Penned: 2006

How can I cut my pain
To shape a new heart
How can I write different
With same characters, with same plot

I can just substitute words
But not to full scene
I’m popular to write
Vulgar and mean, vulgar and mean

They think, you believe
I’ll do new time to time
Perhaps they think positive
But I don’t, I don’t, I don’t think so

How can I forget
How much she loved me
She expressed by her own
When we’re in a cafeteria for tea

No need to disguise
Leave all past aside, all aside
But not every time
I love her a lot, I love her a lot

I always refute her love
And live with loneliness, this solitude
That factorizes my soul
Now I’m in state of kef*

Rethink I’m hideous
And bide in your dreams
Yet my words are not superlative
But I’ll never come to naught

[Kef: a state of dreamy tranquility]

Words by: Vinay Prajapati
Penned: 2006

She never wanna tell
A lie to me but she lied
She never used that
Idea once she decided

She wanted to go
On a date with me
But not to sip
Just a cup of coffee
When I brimmed my courage
I found her moody

Sometimes
She behaved like a bitch
And tried to kill me
In her selfish love
She was caught
Red handed but she denied

Friends of her
Were all crazy
And always used to
Pull my legs, scratch my back
She used all of them,
She was really bitchy

She tried to turn on me
When I was on terrace
She was considering herself
As a ramp model of Paris

She wanted to
Get me as her mate
And tried to search
Herself in me as a bride

Reality turned her
Face towards mine
I found her soul
Drenched in red wine

She was careless
And lost herself in enmity
But usually in front of me,
She talked much pretty

Story has gone out of track
Without saying a word
I wanted to set back
Myself as a third

These words sound there
Where I live, where she bide?

Words by: Vinay Prajapati
Penned:2007

It was a beautiful dusk
When I was at my threshold
And waiting for
Opening of your door

Moon was moving to south
And saying goodbye
Heart filled with a hope
Was gentle as blooming rose

Birds were singing
It was fresh and dolce
Leaves and buds with dew
Were all shrinking in cold

You were in blue maxi
Looking like a prayer to God
My heart was pounding
In love that is pure

It was a daily scene
Without a sentence or a word
My hidden love, my truth
Was out of breath under some fold

Nothing left like the past
Yet the story is still same
With some droplets of dew
With loneliness and solitude

Where are you?
Where is that dusk?

Words by: Vinay Prajapati
Penned: 2006

I know I’m lost you’re gone
We will never meet again
But I want a day to love you
I wanna make love again

It’s rain outside, inside too
Baby, I am missing you
I know it’s too late to say
But I still love you, loving you

Heart’s pounding, repeating a name
Name of you day and night
I wish I could see you one time
To feel your touch again

Heart’s a stupid thing
Take it with you, where you gone
I’m neither happy nor sad
You’re responsible, you’ve done

Life is short as a moment
And I have to do lots of things
Only for you my love
I wanna live this life again

God knows where I was wrong
Forget me for what I did
I am guilty to misunderstood you
I know I’d made you livid

Come for the sake of love
Love that is our world
World where both we live
Please adorn this again

Meaning:
Livid: Furiously angry; Adorn: Make more attractive by adding ornament, colour, etc.

Words by: Vinay Prajapati
Penned: 2006