Christmas Present

I wish for a Christmas white

It's cold but I see no snow in sight

There is no time to be mushy and polite

Let me reveal my plan devious, no feeling of contrite

Turn off those lights

He would be here soon in his red bright

He would slide down the chimney like a knight

I would grab him by the leg outright

I need my revenge this joyous night

The bearded man should not get away tonight

Let me wait, Let me sit tight

I don't mind being beaten in this pride fight

I need answer to the question forthright

Why I never got a present on christman night?

Cactus This Life

Cactus this life without you

Covered with thorns of doubt

The tears have dried

These sunken eyes speak my story aloud

Nurture me with your sweet kisses

I want to be a rose proud

Hold me and walk beside me

Don't want to be alone in this worlds crowd

Let’s run to start a new life

Under the darkness shroud

You bring your smiles

And I carry my promises and vows

Yellow Heels

You walk over me with your yellow heels

The hells biting into my flesh

You dig them hard with every step

Then you walk to the yellow couch and laze

You in black and a smirk on red lips

The blood stains the carper

And my blood tears soaks the cheeks

You still look beautiful to me

The pain sinks in and the smile surfaces

Those days flash in front

When we couldn't live apart

You couldn’t see beyond me

The life was perfect

You still my dreams

I would chase it till the last drop drains

The Missing Piece

I miss the whistling pines on a snowy evening

A bright sun the next day

The snowmen melting away

The cold winds traveling north

We huddled around fire making merry

I miss my innocence

The mud houses and toys

The fear of ghosts and endless prayer

Long fairy tales lasting into morning

I miss her

The nights spend beside her

The time together on the grass

Sweet nothing exchanges and stifled smiles

Years have slipped in her pain

Thirty Three

 

I would wait for her to call

To tell me I have turned thirty three

And still young for her

To tell me that she loves me

And can't wait to see me again

Her soft words would sooth me

And would sure draw a tear

Gently it would rolls down the cheek

And wet her picture

I would wait for the time

When she would be mine

I would miss her

When I turn thirty three