Its another day in another world,
A new place with a new face
So many have come and so many have gone.
How many more? How many more,
Will I see , Will I love , will I part.
How many more will walk with me,
Walk beside me in the sands of time,
As brothers , sisters , lovers.
All to fade away into my Yesterday.
Like a mirage the memory shimmers,
In the distant corners of my mind it beckons,
So alluring so seductive, It lingers
Filling my soul, my whole.
I close my eyes and am taken to it.
Living once more in a yesterday of my choice,
Colors all bright and the lights all lit.
This is life, this is eternity, says the voice.
But then I open my eyes and I see my world
This new place and this new face
And then I know that tomorrow,
You will be part of the yesterday I chose,
You will, however, remain,
My true love, forever.
Monday, June 16, 2008
AGAIN???
If you think you know me
think again,
If you think you've got me,
wink again.
If you think I am laughing,
smile again,
if you think I am crying,
its for a while again.
If you think I am a flirt,
flirt again,
If you think I am hurt,
hurt again.
If you think I miss you,
miss me again ,
If you think I need to kiss you,
kiss me again.
If you think I wish to hold you,
hold me again,
If you think I am bold,
you've told me again.
If you think I am funny,
have fun again,
If you think I am romantic,
lets see the setting sun again.
But it all begins where it ended,
I believe its ended again.
If you think I am offended,
offend me again.
Hoping again that again never dies,
again and again,
I've been living in lies.
But do not know why
I want it again,
Again felt so perfect,
That I am in love again.
think again,
If you think you've got me,
wink again.
If you think I am laughing,
smile again,
if you think I am crying,
its for a while again.
If you think I am a flirt,
flirt again,
If you think I am hurt,
hurt again.
If you think I miss you,
miss me again ,
If you think I need to kiss you,
kiss me again.
If you think I wish to hold you,
hold me again,
If you think I am bold,
you've told me again.
If you think I am funny,
have fun again,
If you think I am romantic,
lets see the setting sun again.
But it all begins where it ended,
I believe its ended again.
If you think I am offended,
offend me again.
Hoping again that again never dies,
again and again,
I've been living in lies.
But do not know why
I want it again,
Again felt so perfect,
That I am in love again.
Friday, June 13, 2008
i and i alone
One day as I crawled out of bed,
this peculiar thought cropped in my head.
It said,
are you dead?
I don't know why, but to the mirror I ran,
is it possible can I be a dead man?
In a matter of seconds to my surprise,
It came to be true what I felt were lies.
In the mirror as I gazed I stood appalled,
on the bed was my body that never crawled.
I did get up how could that be,
while I stood there, on the bed was me.
Died, dead, departed ???
but life had just started!!!
I gave a call to my mother,
and then to dad and then to brother.
But none could hear me like I said,
my body was there but I was dead.
At a distance, outside, I heard mom call,
I ran towards her as I ran through a wall.
Could I do it wow that seemed magical,
or rather I should say it seemed illogical.
Mom was climbing the stairs, approaching my room,
unaware her son's not sleeping , he's reached his doom.
As she swung open the door I covered my eyes,
I wouldn't have been able to witness her cries.
Anytime now when she would learn,
then they would take me away and simply burn.
While all these thoughts bombarded my head,
I couldn't believe, me, myself said...
yeah it was me these aren't lies,
I said, “yeah yeah I'm up just resting my eyes”
As mom walked out she walked through me,
but I am here this cannot be.
Then I recalled, what happened last night,
myself and I both had a fight.
While I said I love her and cant forget,
Myself kept saying,”you'll have to you bet!”
and then the fight reached its goal,
Myself kicked I out of its soul.
Now in my body lives myself alone,
While I am left with no flesh no bone.
Now who knows what happened how when and why,
I live without myself and myself without I.
this peculiar thought cropped in my head.
It said,
are you dead?
I don't know why, but to the mirror I ran,
is it possible can I be a dead man?
In a matter of seconds to my surprise,
It came to be true what I felt were lies.
In the mirror as I gazed I stood appalled,
on the bed was my body that never crawled.
I did get up how could that be,
while I stood there, on the bed was me.
Died, dead, departed ???
but life had just started!!!
I gave a call to my mother,
and then to dad and then to brother.
But none could hear me like I said,
my body was there but I was dead.
At a distance, outside, I heard mom call,
I ran towards her as I ran through a wall.
Could I do it wow that seemed magical,
or rather I should say it seemed illogical.
Mom was climbing the stairs, approaching my room,
unaware her son's not sleeping , he's reached his doom.
As she swung open the door I covered my eyes,
I wouldn't have been able to witness her cries.
Anytime now when she would learn,
then they would take me away and simply burn.
While all these thoughts bombarded my head,
I couldn't believe, me, myself said...
yeah it was me these aren't lies,
I said, “yeah yeah I'm up just resting my eyes”
As mom walked out she walked through me,
but I am here this cannot be.
Then I recalled, what happened last night,
myself and I both had a fight.
While I said I love her and cant forget,
Myself kept saying,”you'll have to you bet!”
and then the fight reached its goal,
Myself kicked I out of its soul.
Now in my body lives myself alone,
While I am left with no flesh no bone.
Now who knows what happened how when and why,
I live without myself and myself without I.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Once Again as I picked up the pen ...
I never feel the urge,
but yet it seems like a need.
When words jump and splurge,
like high on weed.
It never happens otherwise,
but at times i feel i should.
This week it happened twice,
I hardly belived i could.
Can you believe it happens always,
whenever my mind wishes to speak.
Might be in a elevator or the hall way,
It happens every week.
At times it seems a call,
At others just a noise.
My fingers begin to ball,
When my heart gets a voice.
Conversing with this feeling,
I did the same once again.
I reveal the thoughts i've been concealing,
Once again as i picked up the pen...
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