Fame and fortune
Is it the only desire
But why?
What satisfaction
A proof of achievement
Is what? the world believes
In proof.
Is it necessary
At time a necessity.
Mother… The most beautiful prayer for me, Her love deeper than sea Her prayer for is higher Than the sky. I learn to live and grow I longed somewhere in Her lap to sleep again With her around my life is full of Rosy wonders It is so magical to think.
Diamonds…. No happiness The essence of living, Is truth, wisdom. Still searching, Time ceases to exist; Time stands still, The color of life A stand still, Not death But a search…
Her smile is a wonder . That kindles in each cell . And call her in every smile, Her eyes – the living beat Of the heart. Smile is all to her belong, Yet smile threw her into the fire.
Writing is a living power, Opens the way for joy. The proof of what it … means to pen down Why am I misunderstood. The journey needs Some space, For the soul, To smile.
Listening to the profound music of the Sea, Watching the tide; Destined to build my nest in dreams alone. The real world is cold and cruel How unfair it feels This was the prologue to my life How lucky O tide! Any shape you wish… You assume you acquire Unlike the human You are free I envy you – o tide! I dream to dance With the tide I hope to fulfill someday Let this be the epilogue to my life.
The starting point of human revolution Is it everything in nothing? Or Is it just vastness! Nothing? To select an ideal man to rule the nation Eternal, for death has no power, He will smile until our own elected Idiotically presses a button An atomic bomb drops Mushrooming into million deaths Inhaling of bitter smoke is for a second reflected in the eyes of The Multitude Then skeleton-like bodies Is the gate to the new century Do we still have vision.
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Journey –to a destination, Waiting – a part of the journey. A dream to a destination, Waiting to fulfill, Oh! – a deserted plan! Where we meant to go Platform fills with people, Suddenly… It became empty\ Wondering what to do A conclusion No decision.
Life a demonstration, Of Dynamic efforts —- Or an Achieved success. Of Challenging battles, And meaningless without action. For miles to move… The span of life is short.
Moments passes, In phases… A hectic day, A lonely night, Night of a book Night of over hanging hopes, White feathers from a stork, Then fade into eternal morning[H1] . [H1]I need your assistance to add more from BTV Book, p 5
Individual rising in the morn. Opens a fresh page of life’s book. Records the happenings, Each day, unfolds a different story. For we are born only to depart. But it yet takes hopes, and strive to survive. But does man love! to wallow in the mud They melt in the burning heat of the sun.
I want to roam like wind Free the world I dream To evaporate With the sea’s water Free in these moments Is … My dream My world My mind Will I be free My anguished heart is bleeding dry Does anyone care to know The reason why My feelings are going off the track Will I achieve a helping hand to gain it back.
A war that isn’t mine Sometimes too weak to fight this war Sometimes too strong to ever let go Solution… Too cold, too hard Caught in a web, struggling to escape… What do I believe? I wish… It never happen Where lies the solution Yet to find.
As my eyes steadily flick the clipping of an album. Countless achievements, came throughout the years She is like a jigsaw piece So she Search. And search some more everyday So many years have passed But she can’t forget the struggle Oh! those days. Hoping for better things Here she is again. The same old life. Busy throughout the day. And never ending thoughts till midnight for her. She shall do so much in the years to come Like a rumbling sea Although she achieved A good age 25. All achievements come to the end of their road Some have a long time before they fall She wonders how it would be for her.
Looking inside of me – now The doors of my soul closes ever so gently Hesitating, weaving my life to a crescendo I glimpse that love Far But near The love and hate That I want to cherish Brings more of me increasingly Softly Out in the open fields When the darkness of my earlier self Is torn apart By the ecstasy of wide beyonds… The depth of my inner self Is revealed In that ever increasing glory He holds for me…
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As my eyes steadily flick the clipping of an album. Countless achievements, come through the years She is a jigsaw piece And she searches Some more everyday So many years have passed But she can’t forget the struggle The change of people opinion Oh! Those days. Hoping for better things Here she is again. The same old life. Busy throughout the day. And never ending thoughts till midnight for her. She shall do so much in the years to come Like a rumbling sea Although she achieves A good age 25. All achievements come to the end of their road. Some have a long time before they fall, She wonders how it would be for her.
Never say “Goodbye” to someone dear. Never even try to give The sadness and loneliness of that word. Instead remember the joy and happiness, When you said “Hello” to the dearest person of your life. Take that special “Hello” lock it, Within that place of your heart, Where it’s always “Summer Time”. For me and my dear one the special hello is a mystery. No matter what? Dream away. What happened yesterday.
Destiny destines them to meet, They met to love. She came as an answer to his prayer; As a soothing balm to end his misery. He listens to his heart, He tells her what he needs, He is not afraid with her, She is the “Sun” – Who brightens up his life. She thinks of the things “He” has said. About how expressive her eyes are, The smile in her eyes – Reflect the “Beauty of Life”. Their togetherness creates happiness for him. A happy thought came to her mind, She is happy to give him, Happiness today and always in Life. It matters not what his past was. Finding him she understood the meaning of “Love”. She is happy to know, He taught her how to love. Moments of sharing, of togetherness Moments of understanding between the “Souls” Love isn’t love until you give it away A gift to treasure.
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Looking at a wet pillow, It tells a story of its own. The truth is beyond reach, The smiles hide it all. Looking at herself in the mirror She sees a strange face. (Reflections transformed into a strange face) Devoid of feelings, Blank as a wall. None can save her, None can change her mind. She alone has the power, The discovery of divine peace to find The problems and tears have weakened her eyes. Her lips are dry, Her mind is numb, She finally calls onto – For light and the power. Suddenly the phone rings. There is someone – Loving and caring thinking about her, Giving her space to breathe When “She” was depressed She inhales the fresh air of profound peace.
My memories of my prolonged nightmare, In flashback striking. These memories always caught me unawares. You used to tell me To let it go… How? Though I was well into my twenty four, Bits and pieces of my nightmare keep haunting me You always made me feel otherwise, made me laugh But why can’t I kill these memories – letting it go Instead I keep discovering pieces of the puzzle that were missing.
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A crossroad – A vision, A dream, A mystery. Significant – To define Implication to a destination. A never ending process, Why? There’s no answer A prolonged nightmare.
My mind is filled with Memories, It grasps and clings to them, “Never” seeming to leave, I wake up at night and start to think. Suddenly memories come floating up, Just to remind me they still exist. Peals of laughter belong to someone, now unknown. I drift into sleep still thinking and smiling. And when I get up in the morning, I forget the thoughts of the night before.
Eternity
A prolonged want
Satisfaction in pieces
The destination
Very near
But it seems so far
Why?
No answer
Still to go
Wanting to…
Achieve so fast
How long?
Fame
Fame and fortune
Is it the only desire
But why?
What satisfaction
A proof of achievement
Is what? the world believes
In proof.
Is it necessary
At time a necessity.
Mother
Mother…
The most beautiful prayer
for me,
Her love deeper than sea
Her prayer for is higher
Than the sky.
I learn to live and grow
I longed somewhere in
Her lap to sleep again
With her around my life is full of
Rosy wonders
It is so magical to think.
DIAMONDS
Diamonds….
No happiness
The essence of living,
Is truth, wisdom.
Still searching,
Time ceases to exist;
Time stands still,
The color of life
A stand still,
Not death
But a search…
SMILE
Her smile is a wonder .
That kindles in each cell .
And call her in every smile,
Her eyes – the living beat
Of the heart.
Smile is all to her belong,
Yet smile threw her into the fire.
WRITING
Writing is a living power,
Opens the way for joy.
The proof of what it
… means to pen down
Why am I misunderstood.
The journey needs
Some space,
For the soul,
To smile.
Sea Hore
Listening to the profound music of the Sea,
Watching the tide;
Destined to build my nest in dreams alone.
The real world is cold and cruel
How unfair it feels
This was the prologue to my life
How lucky
O tide!
Any shape you wish…
You assume you acquire
Unlike the human
You are free
I envy you – o tide!
I dream to dance
With the tide
I hope to fulfill someday
Let this be the epilogue to my life.
DO WE STILL HAVE VISION
The starting point of human revolution
Is it everything in nothing?
Or
Is it just vastness! Nothing?
To select an ideal man to rule the nation
Eternal, for death has no power,
He will smile until our own elected
Idiotically presses a button
An atomic bomb
drops
Mushrooming into million deaths
Inhaling of bitter smoke is for a second
reflected in the eyes of
The Multitude
Then skeleton-like bodies
Is the gate to the new century
Do we still have vision.
Emotions
The camera
Grasps my emotions
To preserve with love
A splendid paradise of pleasure
—– Passing through
In moments.
Why Me
Where is it?
I can’t find
Why?
Is it sadness
Is it waiting
Why me?
Success and sadness
Cross roads
Of no return
Why me?
Do I deserve
No answer
Why me?
Journey
Journey –to a destination,
Waiting – a part of the journey.
A dream to a destination,
Waiting to fulfill,
Oh! – a deserted plan!
Where we meant to go
Platform fills with people,
Suddenly…
It became empty\
Wondering what to do
A conclusion
No decision.
Life
Life a demonstration,
Of Dynamic efforts —-
Or an Achieved success.
Of Challenging battles,
And meaningless without action.
For miles to move…
The span of life is short.
Moments
Moments passes,
In phases…
A hectic day,
A lonely night,
Night of a book
Night of over hanging hopes,
White feathers from a stork,
Then fade into eternal morning[H1] .
[H1]I need your assistance to add more from BTV Book, p 5
Always Somewhere
Individual rising in the
morn.
Opens a fresh page
of life’s book.
Records the happenings,
Each day, unfolds a
different story.
For we are born only to
depart.
But it yet takes hopes,
and strive to survive.
But does man love!
to wallow in the mud
They melt in the burning
heat of the sun.
Free
I want to roam like wind
Free the world I dream
To evaporate
With the sea’s water
Free in these moments
Is …
My dream
My world
My mind
Will I be free
My anguished heart is bleeding dry
Does anyone care to know
The reason why
My feelings are going off
the track
Will I achieve a helping hand to
gain it back.
Web
A war that isn’t mine
Sometimes too weak to fight this war
Sometimes too strong to ever let go
Solution…
Too cold, too hard
Caught in a web, struggling
to escape…
What do I believe?
I wish…
It never happen
Where lies the solution
Yet to find.
Is Success Everything
As my eyes steadily flick the clipping of an album.
Countless achievements, came throughout the years
She is like a jigsaw piece
So she Search.
And search some more everyday
So many years have passed
But she can’t forget the struggle
Oh! those days.
Hoping for better things
Here she is again.
The same old life.
Busy throughout the day.
And never ending thoughts till midnight for her.
She shall do so much in the years to come
Like a rumbling sea
Although she achieved
A good age 25.
All achievements come to the end of their road
Some have a long time before they fall
She wonders how it would be for her.
The Woman In Me – Epilogue
Looking inside of me – now
The doors of my soul closes ever so gently
Hesitating, weaving my life to a crescendo
I glimpse that love
Far
But near
The love and hate
That I want to cherish
Brings more of me increasingly
Softly
Out in the open fields
When the darkness of my earlier self
Is torn apart
By the ecstasy of wide beyonds…
The depth of my inner self
Is revealed
In that ever increasing glory
He holds for me…
CHANGES
As my eyes steadily flick the clipping of an album.
Countless achievements, come through the years
She is a jigsaw piece
And she searches
Some more everyday
So many years have passed
But she can’t forget the struggle
The change of people opinion
Oh! Those days.
Hoping for better things
Here she is again.
The same old life.
Busy throughout the day.
And never ending thoughts till midnight for her.
She shall do so much in the years to come
Like a rumbling sea
Although she achieves
A good age 25.
All achievements come to the end of their road.
Some have a long time before they fall,
She wonders how it would be for her.
Never Say Goodbye
Never say “Goodbye” to someone dear.
Never even try to give
The sadness and loneliness of that word.
Instead remember the joy and happiness,
When you said “Hello” to the dearest person of your life.
Take that special “Hello” lock it,
Within that place of your heart,
Where it’s always “Summer Time”.
For me and my dear one the special hello is a mystery.
No matter what? Dream away.
What happened yesterday.
A GIFT TO TREASURE
Destiny destines them to meet,
They met to love.
She came as an answer to his prayer;
As a soothing balm to end his misery.
He listens to his heart,
He tells her what he needs,
He is not afraid with her,
She is the “Sun” –
Who brightens up his life.
She thinks of the things “He” has said.
About how expressive her eyes are,
The smile in her eyes –
Reflect the “Beauty of Life”.
Their togetherness creates happiness for him.
A happy thought came to her mind,
She is happy to give him,
Happiness today and always in Life.
It matters not what his past was.
Finding him she understood the meaning of “Love”.
She is happy to know,
He taught her how to love.
Moments of sharing, of togetherness
Moments of understanding between the “Souls”
Love isn’t love until you give it away
A gift to treasure.
FEELINGS
Looking at a wet pillow,
It tells a story of its own.
The truth is beyond reach,
The smiles hide it all.
Looking at herself in the mirror
She sees a strange face.
(Reflections transformed into a strange face)
Devoid of feelings,
Blank as a wall.
None can save her,
None can change her mind.
She alone has the power,
The discovery of divine peace to find
The problems and tears have weakened her eyes.
Her lips are dry,
Her mind is numb,
She finally calls onto –
For light and the power.
Suddenly the phone rings.
There is someone –
Loving and caring thinking about her,
Giving her space to breathe
When “She” was depressed
She inhales the fresh air of profound peace.
Memories Of My Nightmare
My memories of my prolonged nightmare,
In flashback striking.
These memories always caught me unawares.
You used to tell me
To let it go… How?
Though I was well into my twenty four,
Bits and pieces of my nightmare keep haunting me
You always made me feel otherwise, made me laugh
But why can’t I kill these memories – letting it go
Instead I keep discovering pieces of the
puzzle that were missing.
A Nightmare
A crossroad – A vision,
A dream, A mystery.
Significant – To define
Implication to a destination.
A never ending process,
Why? There’s no answer
A prolonged nightmare.
Memories
My mind is filled with Memories,
It grasps and clings to them,
“Never” seeming to leave,
I wake up at night and start to think.
Suddenly memories come floating up,
Just to remind me they still exist.
Peals of laughter belong to someone, now unknown.
I drift into sleep still thinking and smiling.
And when I get up in the morning,
I forget the thoughts of the night before.