Wind And Rain

These drops of water from the sky
Are tears of heaven on the fly
They found an escape route
And rode the southern winds for commute
Leaving the best was hard
But easy to stop the charade
They rested where the humans pray
Bringing to life the dry clay
Life is a journey long
Ride the winds of time with a song

Fringe Benefits

I plan to ride a boat into your heart
No truck no van but peddle smart
I can't get rid of this part
And without it my story would be a tart
No time to restart
Can't tear the plan apart
Your short fringe and a warm heart

Makes me cling to you like a piece of art

Your retorts and the short departs
Are the only complex part

Life Is Gold

I stand on a tall building

Disappointed with love
Taking to myself
Making promises for life
Training my mind to be happy
The wind hits me hard
Roughs up my hair
I fail to stand still
Cold iron saves me from the fall
Lesson learned, life is gold

Four Stories

Four men are blessed with a disabled child. First man builds two room at the back of his house, one for the child and another for the dog. Second man leaves the wife and the child and finds another women. Third man, doesn't count the child as his and the fourth starts a school for disabled.

Which one is you?

My Journey

Who should I run to?

I do not see anyone in sight.

I always wanted freedom,

And now I have nowhere to go.

I have no one to call my own;

Loneliness kills.

Love hurts time heals;

For now it pain.

I would walk alone,

And carry on my journey.