P.S I Love You

The things you do make me love you more;
each day and everyday.
Your sweet smell lingers;
even when you not near.
Kiss me each morning and night - I pray.
My smiles are for you - forever.
I miss you.


P.S I Love You.

I win each time I think of you

Freckles of time lead to my destiny

Lost in space of intellectual commotion

Hunger for better and more

I destroy the pristine being

Blind me from my worldly material pleasures

Deliver me calm and peace

Let me be born again to be nurtured by your love

Let the labour plays its game while destiny watches

Your  touch soothe my edgy nerves

Each time you kiss, reprieves me

Your love extracts me from the race

I win each time I think of you

Bleeding Lover

Patience I can't keep
I am walking now
My bleeding heart cries loud
You my pain now
I look back over my shoulder
To catch you cry now
I have left you behind
You my memory now
Your love seeps out
I am dead now

Phone Love

 

 

Day breaks

I check my phone

I search for your sweet messages

Disappointed, I flung it

It breaks into thousands pieces like my heart

Can’t fit the pieces

I wish I could glue them with my blood

Labyrinth of emotions

Gloom abundance

I wait for dusk to kill pain

I sleep and smile

Poison takes over

Bad Love

 

 I fly right into the storms eye;

You wretched smile, desiring me to die.

I try to be wise and live a clean life;

Your demons scheme to slit my throat with rusted knive.

You do things that makes me cring and cry;

I would never forget you even in my grave dry.

Thirty Two

Thirty Two

Stray Grey

Marching on

If I drop

Bury me deep
Try to Remember me
Every  Oct 15th

Happy Birthday John Lennon

Happy b'day John, sorry Lennon;

Hope you well up there in the heaven.

Liverpool's son and peace beacon,

With fab four and alone you rocked like a maven.

I try hard to 'imagine',

A world with only sky and no heaven.

Chanted 'give peace a chance' from nine to seven;

It all came down to a question.

Would you been able to get rid of the hate vermin?

Had not Chapmen hit you in the back that night in New York at eleven.

Your departure left us millions shaken;

Left you us forsaken.

Still we sing your sweet tunes of 'imagine';

Happy b'day John Lennon.

John Winston Ono Lennon, (9 October 1940 – 8 December 1980) was an English singer-songwriter who rose to worldwide fame as one of the founding members of The Beatles and, with Paul McCartney, formed one of the most successful songwriting partnerships of the 20th century.

I Like It

Do you see the bright light in the sky
Do do do you see my sad eyes
My dreams flew and left me dry
Search I for a smile in the rye
Looking for a new dream to buy
Wipe my tears dry, I cry

Do you see that bright light
Do you see my eyes dry
Hold my hand
Support me so I could stand
Your touch and smile kind
Dreams we would weave and bind
We would fly high
And touch the sky

Let’s Play

Let’s play!
There was a time of no hope and no ray
For clear night and day we prayed
But we triumphant anyway
Up in the night sky the giant balloon sway
They watch our splendid ways

Hurray! Let’s play!

The Girl With The lamb

Bring your ear near, my dear;

I would tell you a story true.

Runs it not in reams,

But has an interesting theme.

The hero is a young man;

Tough at the Himalayan ram.

Tried he hard to win nubile hearts,

To learn it’s easy to mend shards.

He gives up the dream,

And settled in the mountain serene.

One day he finds a lamb in his yard,

Then a sweet voice from the valley far.

He ran inside to run a comb through his hair,

And pulled he his best shirt on with flair.

The sweet was cute with rosy cheek and black eyes;

She sighed and said I wish I didn't had marriage ties.

She turned around with teary eyes;

The hero clutched his aching heart and became wise.

He lived on to write the greatest love story,

Pity he died a lonely man before his glory.

Tangled Thought

My big box of patience is now empty;

I wish I had handful more.

Like loose threads my thoughts hang,

Tangling now and then in impatience.

I talked and explained my mind;

Still the nagging thoughts waft about.

Closing eyes could be an answer;

But how do I fill my empty box?