You and me! Hate the money!
Yet, we all love the money!
We follow – “The money makes the mare go!”
Though it is the root coz of friends and foe!

Philosophers persuade to discard it!
My conscious prohibits cornering it!
Yet reluctant we’re to part with it!
We’re passionate to embrace it!

Chasing Like a mad dog, so fast!
Fast… Fast… Fast…Till we breathe our last!

The more we try to convince our inner,
The more vehemently we are sinner!
We try to own it – By hook or by crook!
We find this mania in every corner n nook!

We see the mad-chase for wealth!
We try to steal it, rob it and don’t care for the health!
We go to the extent – killing our kinsmen! Anon!
Introspection… and Inner Conflict goes on and on!

Chasing Like a mad dog, so fast!
Fast… Fast… Fast…Till we breathe our last!

So powerful! So enticing! The Clutches of Riches!
Any cast, color or creed! No men Reaches!
We’re dreaming, craving,
Running, hankering! and chasing

Chasing Like a mad dog, so fast!
Fast… Fast… Fast…Till we breathe our last!

© Chetan Thaker
Co-lyricist: N.L. Thaker

I do remember the caress flowing from you,
I feel the touch… the kiss by you!
I used to fall down, as a tiny taught!
Your hands were ready and I was caught!

Oh! Ma dad, how can I forget!
The way you raised me!
So responsible n so sweet!

When the sun was red,
You provided me with shed,
Though I was naughty and mad;
You tolerated every whim I had.

Some moments were there!
Which I’ve tried to share!
But the time was running!
And I was left Stunning!

Oh! Ma dad, how can I forget!
The way you raised me!
So responsible n so sweet!

Sometimes so rash I was!
Oh! How childish I was!
Your feelings – I could not perceive!
Proper signals I could not receive!

And no vent to my feelings!

Oh! Ma dad, how can I forget!
The way you raised me!
So responsible n so sweet!

© Chetan Thaker
Co-lyricist: N. L. Thaker

I’m ruined, broken, shaken
By all my friends – I’m forsaken,
I’m only, feeling lonely, I scream!
Lost my dream! O’ for a beam!
I’ve been out from the class!
I fear to glance in the glass!
Flicker of smile on my face – a dead past!

I’m ruined, broken, shaken
Wasting the golden youth – was mistaken!
Being liable, I can’t blame others – I fail!
The sin of addiction and all the vices in the trail!
Life was at Ransom rather was on bet,
My onset on the clutches could not met!
Repeatedly in vain – Alas! I’m upset!

I’m ruined, broken, shaken
Veins flooded with weed n cocaine
My head is aching… reeling…
No control over feeling!
Just a carcass – my days I’m dragging!
My misfortune, misery – cruel fate is sending!
And for the final encounter I’m waiting!

© Chetan Thaker
Co-lyricist: N. L. Thaker

The Sky Scrappers, The dollars, the entrepreneurship and the mystery!
Calling me!
The States calling me! Dollars luring me!

From the childhood it has been my dream,
I’m of 20 now! It has turned into whim!
I want to traverse vast oceans,
I want to fly high in blues!
I want to withstand, every whim of weather!

Calling me!
The States calling me! Dollars luring me!
It’s calling me!

How can I manage? My resources are scanty…
I fear I’ll be an alien! A prey of racialism!
I’ll be departing from my native, my home,
All the kith n kins! And from my Alma Mater!
I’ll be away from my loving parents!

Calling me!
The States calling me! Dollars luring me!
It’s calling me!

I’m puzzled by the challenge!
Aloofness, homesickness – Reminiscent of near ones!
I’ll be hating my self because I’ve deserted my past!
Someone may call it “Brain-Drain”
May undervalue my love for My Motherland

Calling me!
The States calling me! Dollars luring me!
It’s calling me!

© Chetan Thaker
Co-lyricist: N. L. Thaker

I am the one
Feeling restlessness
I am the one
The youth of this millennium
So zealous, so diligent, so powerful

Why I get suffocation?
Why still I have to cry?
They say it is generation gap!
None has taken my brain map!

I cry… I cry…

I am the one
Feeling restlessness
No Sympathy, no solace, no exposure
Even no vent to my lyrics

My mistakes my blunders
Of course! They were…
You believe me! I swear!
I won’t repeat them!
I am lost, confusion is there
I find support nowhere!

I am the one!
The youth of this millennium
Surrounded by woods I cry

I cry… I cry…

Alone…Alone…Alone…
I shed tears I am pale
My friends, my elders, my counselors,
One by one they come and go!
With golden advices – so called!
They haven’t cared to read my mind!
And lo! My colors fading behind!

© Chetan Thaker
Co-lyricist: N. L. Thaker

Life is Sweet and so it is so short
Life is short and sweet
Every moment of it
I meet and greet

I meet and greet the life in its form
As it is in its entire gamut
I am keen to embrace, hug, kiss & caress
Comfort or discomfort in its way
Ups and downs, I am nightingale, singing & gay!

Life is short and sweet
Life is sweet and so it is so short!

Span of time fleeting, yet enticing,
Mundane, ephemeral, bubbles emerging,
Yet I cherish a dream
A whim, a craze, I crave for a dream

I am allotted a role to play
A task I have to accomplish
Something novel, some extraordinary feat
I have to perform, I will be a model
Let others follow and emulate my foot prints

Life is short and sweet
Life is sweet and so it is so short!

I am resolute, a fire burning within
I am to finish, before I am finished
And with the fullest satisfaction
I will lie, before I die

Successful Hued stories to follow I will leave
Before I breathe last,
As you know
My life is fast
Life is a cast
And I stand aghast!

© Chetan Thaker
Co-lyricist: N. L. Thaker