Ain't a song to sing,
ain't a verse to read.
There's ain't me either;
Its all you in there!
"I found him once.
In a shift of time.
We were teen, I was
seven and he was nine.
We exchanged few things.
I gave him trust,
he gave me faith.
we became friends.
He call me Lil',
I called him Bill.
we created dreams;
Am liv'in it still!
The sun came o'er;
The clouds pass by;
We kept talking
under clear blue sky.
I liked him all,
n' loved his soul.
Yet lived in doubt;
What will it be all?
I swinged my mind,
like a twisted tide.
He tried it hard,
but only fell apart.
With cheeks all wet
and my eyes red.
I told him straight,
that I won't wait.
For he had another
that moved no further.
I learned it none,
he told me all.
I asked him once,
then turned my face.
Thy heart did ached,
I called it fate.
Kept him standing,I
went ahead pretending.
Fool Bill stared, yet
I kept waking.
Never heard him since.
He kept on standing,
when I went pretending
calling it an ending.
Then he came again,
in my last dream.
Smiled his best smile
and said goodbye.
I'm looking for Bill,
since last night
and all of today.
He was lost yesterday."
That's how she paints.
She painted thee;
I be she,she be me;
Living in it forever.
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
On My Tombstone is Written
Listen O' my good friend.
Do not carve me into stone,
Do not draft me into papers,
Do not sing me into songs,
And do no praise me either.
I am no good for 'em all.
But if you can then
remember me in there where it beats,
remember me for a pinch of salt,
remember me for a drop of rain,
remember me for a breath of air,
remember me as a friend.
No, not the best one I meant.
Yet remember me as best I am.
That is all that I hope,
For hope is all that I gave.
Do not carve me into stone,
Do not draft me into papers,
Do not sing me into songs,
And do no praise me either.
I am no good for 'em all.
But if you can then
remember me in there where it beats,
remember me for a pinch of salt,
remember me for a drop of rain,
remember me for a breath of air,
remember me as a friend.
No, not the best one I meant.
Yet remember me as best I am.
That is all that I hope,
For hope is all that I gave.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
An Ode to My Shore
Sailing round for a year at sea,
arrived the same shore today,
with all love I carry alone.
Yet she bothers none,
same lines and same words,
just time changed and aged more.
To my glowing shore I said.
I said,"Darling I leave you again,
in hand of tides for this wish is yours.
Yet I pray as I say,
the blue of Sea will keep you safe,
the red of Sun will light your ways,
the white of Moon will watch your nights
and the green of Life will keep you alive.
Till I come back at this very shore.
Forgive me now, my Love.
And yes I will come again,
only a year more, only a year more."
So my ship sails once again
with more hope and faith,
to North Pole this time.
"To my North, Ahoy!!!Ahoy!!!
Ahoy!!! my men.
Turn, turn to my North", I said!
arrived the same shore today,
with all love I carry alone.
Yet she bothers none,
same lines and same words,
just time changed and aged more.
To my glowing shore I said.
I said,"Darling I leave you again,
in hand of tides for this wish is yours.
Yet I pray as I say,
the blue of Sea will keep you safe,
the red of Sun will light your ways,
the white of Moon will watch your nights
and the green of Life will keep you alive.
Till I come back at this very shore.
Forgive me now, my Love.
And yes I will come again,
only a year more, only a year more."
So my ship sails once again
with more hope and faith,
to North Pole this time.
"To my North, Ahoy!!!Ahoy!!!
Ahoy!!! my men.
Turn, turn to my North", I said!
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