n i stare;
lyk yesterday,
they wer all there.
stood mournin
in despair;
tears all day
n some prayer.
leaves from a life,
of a pain n a strife.
lighted, they burn,
lighten, n turn.
* *
a nu mornin
still stare;
was yesterday,
‘t was right there.
no mournin
no despair;
but more tears today
for a fulfiled prayer.
a leaf, a nu life,
of hopes so rife.
enlightened, i learn,
n lighten my yearn.
i saw them ther,
the still waters.
cold, like
my heart..
deserted
even the gloomy thoughts
and ther, then
my hand..
touched
the still waters,
it rippled.
o’er that perfect mirror..
it rippled.
the still waters,
touched
my hand..
and ther, then
even the gloomy thoughts
deserted
my heart..
cold, like
the still waters.
i saw them ther,
the reflections.
ripples on my heart
never seem to fade
these ripples of pain
never will they stop
n the li’l drops of pain
that keep fallin
jus as the ripples fade
new ripples
of pain
again
take my love, take my land,
put me wherever u want..
I dont care, wont complain,
coz u still cant take the sky from me..
take my heart, take my life,
n watever’s left of me u want..
i wont cry, ther’ll b no pain,
coz u still cant take my dreams from me..
a thousand dreams
hopes n wishes
tears of memories
passin me
i sat there
silent
i couldn’t look at it first
but it turned all too beautiful
sweet lollipop orange
memories of childhood
the darker, the sweeter
but melts away
all too soon
of an early spring morn
upon the tip a new leaf
a sparkle in the rising sun,
holding on there
at divine mercy.
waiting,
till all the joy’s gone..
till its taken
by a gentle breeze
or jus dries - dies -
to the warmth of the rising sun.
like dew that morn,
sometimes, you hav to let go..
ther’s a seed sown;
from the tree of faith
they’ve fell down.
nurture that seed,
let it grow.
a world of truth
it will show.
a few lines frm my collection,
‘the other side of nothin’ :
looking back at the darkness
i see what the others don’t;
i’ve come through that madness
i can tell, but i know i won’t.
blindening darkness
that snatahes all sight;
deafening muteness
every step is a fright.
in it i grew,
wished i knew,
the deeds i did
and words i hid.
