The Paradox of man

He makes big generators
Chewing up the atmosphere
He learns the secrets of nature
Then destroys her without fear

See him burning the fruits of his labors
And with joy in his heart digs the graves of those
That he's trying to save oh, self destruction's his aim

See the soil turn to dust
See the steel turn to rust
Killing all those he loves
Thanking god up above
The paradox of man
The paradox of man

He has colossal power
But he's helpless as a lamb
He's a mass of contradiction
The paradox of man

And he envies the power of his neighbours
And he still fails to see he's become his own
worst enemy oh, will he ever learn?

See the truth turn to lies
See the greed in his eyes
Wasting all that remains
His soul trapped in chains
The paradox of man
The paradox of man

He makes big generators
Chewing up the atmosphere
He learns the secrets of nature
Then destroys her without fear

Soil turn to dust
Can his power ever last?
The chains of his gain
Reveal secrets of his past
Bitter is his greed
But man will never pay
Oh lead me through, lead me through
The faults of his rage

He has colossal power
But he's helpless as a lamb
He's a mass of contradiction
The paradox of man

The paradox of man...

Straight from the Heart

1)
Aapne aawaj di hum ruk gaye
Jaate hue kadam dehar gaye
Ae mere dilbar kuch aisa keh do ki dil ko chu jaye
Nikalti hui jaan bhi is jism mein bas jaye.

2)
Aapne dekha hamari aor, dil mein hui kuch hulchul
Muskuraye dekh hume toh sajoye kuch haseen pal
Ab toh bas hasrat hai un haseen palo ko paane ki
Saari bandishe todhke tujhme doob jaane ki.

BEAUTY OF THE SEA BEACH

The water was dark gray, even in the sunlight, white-capped and heaving to the gray, rocky shore. Islands rose out of the steel harbour waters with sheer cliff sides, reaching to uneven summits, and crowned with austere, soaring firs. The beach had only a thin border of actual sand at the water's edge, after which it grew into millions of large, smooth stones that looked uniformly gray from a distance, but close up were every shade a stone could be: terra-cotta, sea green, lavender, blue gray, dull gold. The tide line was strewn with huge driftwood trees, bleached bone white in the salt waves, some piled together against the edge of the forest fringe, some lying solitary, just out of reach of the waves. There was a brisk wind coming off the waves, cool and briny. Pelicans floated on the swells while seagulls and a lone eagle wheeled above them. The clouds still circled the sky, threatening to invade at any moment, but for now the sun shone bravely in its halo of blue sky.

It was low tide, and a tidal river flowed past on its way to the sea. Along its pebbled banks, shallow pools that never completely drained were teeming with life.
Below a very stable looking rock, on the fringe of one of the largest pools, there is natural aquarium which added beauty to the sea shore. The bouquets of brilliant anemones undulated ceaselessly in the invisible current, twisted shells scurried about the edges, obscuring the crabs within them, starfish stuck motionless to the rocks and each other, while one small black eel with white racing stripes wove through the bright green weeds, waiting for the sea to return.