I can still remember

I can still remember my words, 
Life is not always fair.
I can still remember that I thought it was absurd.
I didn't want to believe those words existed in this air.
But now I know it is verity, 
I am here without you.
It all seems like an act of barbarity, 
And I still cannot believe it is true.
All these miles that separates us, 
Are nothing compared to how close my hearts keeps you.
But there is something you can probably guess, 
Sometimes I feel like number two.
But I know the same blue sky is looking down, 
On both you and me.
Even if we don’t live in the same town, 
And we are separated by the sea.
You are still with me in my dreams, 
The world can’t live without your love.
And sometimes my crying goes to extremes, 
But it all stops when you are the one I think of.
It is really good to hear your voice saying my name, 
It makes my whole heart fly.
And it feels like I am surrounded by flames, 
And I know you are a perfect woman.
I used to wonder what it meant to be loved and wanted, 
But that all changed on the first day of May.
That is when I could feel your love be flaunted, 
And I can still feel it every single day.

I am not a poet

I am not a poet or a writer
I don't have the grammar and sometimes the spelling
But I have slogans that can burst your flames
Make you so angry and make you untamed
Make you so happy, and shed a tear
I am not a writer but I love words
Every experience becomes a diary
Every taught or idea becomes explained
Each words has it meaning, and each brings emotions
Words has rhythms, and some just rhymes
There is no directions to where it is leading
What is a poet if he didn't use his heart?

Pick one

Happiness is being home again, 
Happiness is walking in the rain.
Happiness is waking with no pain.
Happiness to see my humble home, 
Happiness at not being alone, 
Happiness to sit, and not to roam.
Happiness is family to me, 
Happiness in the faces, I longed to see, 
Happiness is once more being free.

Would you wait for Me !!

There is more in me than worlds can say
More in you .. didn't you see
Yet in a world where so many so many things 
And so much waits to be read
Who can really say 
Something that means the Universe,
You should count, count my queen

On the onset

As shallow as it seemed on the onset, 
We found ourselves on the deepest part, 
I ran across my thoughts, 
Wondering why it became so, 
At first i thought it fate, 
At last i thought it maybe
It was a moment to remember, 
Meeting you in an unexpected place, 
Loving you without uncertainties, 
Being a lover and friend, 
As shallow as it seemed on the onset, 
We found ourselves on the deepest part
The signs showed me something, 
Something showed me everything, 
Everything was you and you were everything
The realisation that love exists, 
Often anticipated with doubt but true
The wind blew so vivid, 
Yet we found no reason to shake, 
We thought we were stagnent, 
Yet we moved deeper and deeper, 
It was a dream but we made it real, 
You and i are unique, 
Protracting our future in love, 
Faith and hope we attached, 
Hate and mistrust we dettached, 
We thought it slower yet it was fast, 
We thought it shallow, little did we know,
about each others but .. 
It was deeper and deeper 

T.T.T ... Time To Talk

How do you tell a loved one, Something you know will cause them pain.When not telling them would crueler, And things would still end up the same?
Do you break it to them gently,
Or like a quick clean cut from a knife.
Should you calculate and plan it,
Or just cuff things, impromptu like.
You can never plan for ones reaction
They'll surprise you time after time.
Best to judge it as you tell it,
And take it line by line.
Well tonight the night I planned it,
Here goes nothing I think one would say.
Hold my breath and bite the bullet,
And remember,
There is a time to talk, and a time to keep silence

There are many steps, before taking any action

when we'll breaking our silence and

tomorrow a brand new day. 

I miss me

Identity is not what I promise others
Identity is what I do when I am alone
Identity is what I think of others
Knowing all the hatred they've shown
Identity is what every wound reminds me
Identity is what I learn and what I pass by
Identity is what I see in the mirror
After giving my best try
Identity is what I make out of my given chance
Identity is what I accept and what I deny
No one else has control over me
Life is about me, and what I identify

Twelve Roses

The first red rose
Sent out of season
The second red rose
Sent for no reason
The third red rose
Sent for happiness and health
The fourth red rose
Sent for gaining life's wealth
The fifth red rose
Sent for gaining new friends
The sixth red rose
Sent for guiding you through life's bends
The seventh red rose
Sent for praying you never tire
The eighth red rose
Sent for giving you all of your desire's
The ninth red rose
Sent for your happiness in love
The tenth red rose
Sent for hoping I'm your turtledove
The eleventh red rose
Sent for igniting passion and fire
The twelve red rose
Sent for hoping I'm your desire
Now Count
Count your blessings.

Would you walk with me ..

Whenever I walk down the streets 
I see a scene that I will never like 
People lined up like cars in a fleet
Male, female, young and old alike
I see young and innocent children
Roaming the streets to beg for bread
Having no one to take care of them
And no shelter to lay their heads
I see very promising young boys and girls
Who have been made ugly by the firm grip of poverty
Whose mindsets have been made to derail
As they react to life with all manner of animosity
I see adults – even those with grey hairs
Still expunging the little remnants of energy
Filled with regrets of mistake made in the yesteryears
While still languishing in the prison of grief and agony
These are potentials not yet harnessed
Fertile soils lying waste
Ideas that are yet to be discovered
Gifts that are been engraved 
They’ve got things that the world is thirsty for
They would’ve made the world better than it is
But are handicapped by their condition
Cos their world is worse than it should be
So when next you walk across the street
Don’t try to look down on them
But see if you can help make them fit
And free them from their entanglement
cos maybe your self respect will makes a difference  

Simply meaning of life ..!!

It's in the courage that pushes you to capture each day
When from the unconsciousness of the night to morning you awake
It's in the thought that causes you to smile
Even when trekking the hard and unbearable mile
lt's in the laughter that sticks out on your face
When all around you spell shame and disgrace
lt's in the knowledge that gives you hope
When all your efforts receive a big no
It's in the endurance that tells you there is gain
Hidden beneath that dreadful heap of pain
It's in the conviction that there will be a good tomorrow
Even in the midst of today's uncertainties, troubles and sorrows
It's behind the repulsion you feel at each first mention of death
Even when everything about you seem to no longer exist on earth
It's in how you do what you do When you do them and why them you always do 

Foggy

Foggy mist, misty fog
Marvellous manifestation
Of magnificent nature! 
Weary winter
Heralds
The splendorous spring! 
The fog
Strong enough to blind
Quite weak to stand
The stare of raising Sun! 
The fog in life, problems in life
Strong enough to blind
Cannot stand
The stare of sparkling mind! 
Fog deprives 
Physical vision 
Foggy mind 
denies Mental mission!
Foggy mirrors
never laughs when i cry
never shows even the tears
....
Shooo .. Just listen

End of story

With this Chinese litters i'd like to start the end
珍惜眼前人！
深夜，寺里一人一佛，佛坐人站。 
人：圣明的佛，我是一个已婚之人，我现在狂热地爱上了另一个男人，我一天不见他都很难受！我真的不知道该怎幺办。 
佛：你能确定你现在爱上的这个男人就是你生命里唯一的最后一个男人吗？ 
人：是的。 我有很多年没有动心了！遇上的这一刻，我不想错过！
佛：你离婚，然后嫁他。 
人：可是我现在的爱人勤奋，善良，有责任，我这样做是否有一点残忍，有一点不道德。 
佛：在婚姻中没有爱才是残忍和不道德的，你现在爱上了别人已不爱他了，你这样做是正确的。 
人：可是我爱人很爱我，真的很爱我。 
.. 
Do you really think, that i was even know .. A married woman i picked 
it is not to be controlled my actions
it is not to be captured
it has it's own laws
that we do not know
but when a man or a woman comes along and he or she not the right one
he or she is just another part,
to the road of your love,
he who is 'the one' forgive my effrontery
is in many ways he just like you, love you and sure he care about you
Yes, i have the courage to know that i was waiting for nothing, 
but my feelings wasn't nothing, dear my killer read this carefully for maybe it will be my last letters

A husband should be
Loyal and honest
A husband should be
Strong and protective
A husband should be 
Loving and romantic
A husband should be 
Patient and understanding
A husband should know
When enough is enough
A husband should know 
When to fight and when to cry
A husband should know
all your goals and dreams
A husband should know
your strengths and well as your weaknesses
A husband needs to be a true man
A husband needs to love you unconditionally
A husband needs to know your heart is forever his
Keep her always in the center of your eye. 

Talk

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime. 
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered. 
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words many indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. 
There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone. 
The silence of lonesomeness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape. 
And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand. 
And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words. 
In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence. 
When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue. 
Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear; 
For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered 
When the color is forgotten and the vessel is no more.

Our inner peace

The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prevailed over all, as if Nature's war had never been fought. 

At that hour a young woman entered her chamber and knelt by her bed sobbing bitterly. Her heart flamed with agony but she could finally open her lips and say, "Oh Lord, bring him home safely to me. I have exhausted my patience nd can offer no more, oh Lord, full of love and mercy. My patience is drained and calamity is seeking possession of my heart. Save him, oh Lord, from the iron paws of War; deliver him from such unmerciful Death, for he is weak, governed by the strong. Oh Lord, save my beloved from the foe, who is Thy foe. Keep him from the forced pathway to Death's door; let him see me, or come and take me to him." 
Quietly a young man entered. His head was wrapped in bandage soaked with escaping life. 

He approached he with a greeting of tears and laughter, then took her hand and placed against it his flaming lips. And with a voice with bespoke past sorrow, and joy of union, and uncertainty of her reaction, he said, "Fear me not, for I am the object of your plea. Be glad, for Peace has carried me back safely to you, and humanity has restored what greed essayed to take from us. Be not sad, but smile, my beloved. Do not express bewilderment, for Love has power that dispels Death; charm that conquers the enemy. I am your one. Think me not a specter emerging from the House of Death to visit your Home of Beauty. 

"Do not be frightened, for I am now Truth, spared from swords and fire to reveal to the people the triumph of Love over War. I am Word uttering introduction to the play of happiness and peace." 
Then the young man became speechless and his tears spoke the language of the heart; and the angels of Joy hovered about that dwelling, and the two hearts restored the singleness which had been taken from them. 
At dawn the two stood in the middle of the field contemplating the beauty of Nature injured by the tempest. After a deep and comforting silence, the soldier said to his sweetheart, " Yes my beloved i believe in miracles, Look at the Darkness, giving birth to the Sun.

Good evening .. it wasn't goodbye. 

Pray with me

You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance. 
For what is prayer but the expansion of yourself into the living ether? 
And if it is for your comfort to pour your darkness into space, it is also for your delight to pour forth the dawning of your heart. 
And if you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer, she should spur you again and yet again, though weeping, until you shall come laughing. 
When you pray you rise to meet in the air those who are praying at that very hour, and whom save in prayer you may not meet. 
Therefore let your visit to that temple invisible be for naught but ecstasy and sweet communion. 
For if you should enter the temple for no other purpose than asking you shall not receive. 
And if you should enter into it to humble yourself you shall not be lifted: 
Or even if you should enter into it to beg for the good of others you shall not be heard. 
It is enough that you enter the temple invisible. 
I cannot teach you how to pray in words. 
God listens not to your words save when He Himself utters them through your lips. 
And I cannot teach you the prayer of the seas and the forests and the mountains. 
But you who are born of the mountains and the forests and the seas can find their prayer in your heart, 
And if you but listen in the stillness of the night you shall hear them saying in silence,
Shooo, Listen ..

But what of our Laws

You delight in laying down laws, 
Yet you delight more in breaking them. 
Like children playing by the ocean who build sand-towers with constancy and then destroy them with laughter. 
But while you build your sand-towers the ocean brings more sand to the shore, 
And when you destroy them, the ocean laughs with you. 
Verily the ocean laughs always with the innocent. 
But what of those to whom life is not an ocean, and man-made laws are not sand-towers, 
But to whom life is a rock, and the law a chisel with which they would carve it in their own likeness? 
What of the cripple who hates dancers? ? 
What of the old serpent who cannot shed his skin, and calls all others naked and shameless? 
And of him who comes early to the wedding-feast, and when over-fed and tired goes his way saying that all feasts are violation and all festers law-breakers? 
What shall I say of these save that they too stand in the sunlight, but with their backs to the sun? 
They see only their shadows, and their shadows are their laws. 
And what is the sun to them but a caster of shadows? 
And what is it to acknowledge the laws but to stoop down and trace their shadows upon the earth? 
But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you? 
You who travel with the wind, what weathervane shall direct your course? 
What man's law shall bind you if you break your yoke but upon no man's prison door? 
What laws shall you fear if you dance but stumble against no man's iron chains? 
And who is he that shall bring you to judgment if you tear off your garment yet leave it in no man's path? 
people of Charlotte, you can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing? 

Good morning Swety .. Have you !!

Let me show you the real pleasure

Pleasure is a freedom song. 
But it is not freedom. 
It is the blossoming of your desires, 
But it is not their fruit. 
It is a depth calling unto a height, 
But it is not the deep nor the high. 
It is the caged taking wing, 
But it is not space encompassed. 
Ay, in very truth, pleasure is a freedom-song. 
And I fain would have you sing it with fullness of heart; yet I would not have you lose your hearts in the singing. 
Some of your youth seek pleasure as if it were all, and they are judged and rebuked. 
I would not judge nor rebuke them. I would have them seek. 
For they shall find pleasure, but not her alone: 
two are my daughters, Shall i say three... and the least of them is more beautiful than pleasure. 
Have you not heard of the man who was digging in the earth for roots and found  ... a treasure.!! 
And some of your elders remember pleasures with regret like wrongs committed in drunkenness. 
But regret is the beclouding of the mind and not its chastisement. 
They should remember their pleasures with gratitude, as they would the harvest of a summer. 
Yet if it comforts them to regret, let them be comforted. 
And there are among you those who are neither young to seek nor old to remember; 
And in their fear of seeking and remembering they shun all pleasures, lest they neglect the spirit or offend against it. 
But even in their foregoing is their pleasure. 
And thus they too find a treasure though they dig for roots with quivering hands. 
But tell me, who is he that can offend the spirit? 
Shall the nightingale offend the stillness of the night, or the firefly the stars? 
And shall your flame or your smoke burden the wind? 
Think you the spirit is a still pool which you can trouble with a staff? 
Oftentimes in denying yourself pleasure you do but store the desire in the recesses of your being. 
Who knows but that which seems omitted today, waits for tomorrow? 
Even your body knows its heritage and its rightful need and will not be deceived. 
And your body is the harp of your soul, 
And it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds. 
And now you ask in your heart, "How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?" 
Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower, 
But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee. 
For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life, 
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love, 
And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy. 
People of Charlotte, be in your pleasures like the flowers and the bees.

Shooo .. Just listen ..

Together, Forever

If we can fight together, we must strive together 
If we can play together, we must pray together 
If we can plan together, we must stand together 
If we can cry together, we must try together 
The future of man is built on a plan 
Of working together whenever, wherever, however we can 
So "if" must stand so tall 
And "must" alone, cannot fall 
For together, forever we bring the best, the good of it all

About Death

You would know the secret of death. 
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? 
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. 
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. 
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. 
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; 
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring. 
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity. 
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honor. 
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king? 
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling? 
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? 
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered? 
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. 
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. 
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance. 

About religions

Is not religion all deeds and all reflection, 
And that which is neither deed nor reflection, but a wonder and a surprise ever springing in the soul, even while the hands hew the stone or tend the loom? 
Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations? 
Who can spread his hours before him, saying, 'This for God and this for myself; This for my soul, and this other for my body?' 
All your hours are wings that beat through space from self to self. 
He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked. 
The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin. 
And he who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage. 
The freest song comes not through bars and wires. 
And he to whom worshipping is a window, to open but also to shut, has not yet visited the house of his soul whose windows are from dawn to dawn. 
Your daily life is your temple and your religion. 
Whenever you enter into it take with you your all. 
Take the plough and the forge and the mallet and the lute, 
The things you have fashioned in necessity or for delight. 
For in revery you cannot rise above your achievements nor fall lower than your failures. 
And take with you all men: 
For in adoration you cannot fly higher than their hopes nor humble yourself lower than their despair. 
And if you would know God be not therefore a solver of riddles. 
Rather look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children. 
And look into space; you shall see Him walking in the cloud, outstretching His arms in the lightning and descending in rain. 
You shall see Him smiling in flowers, then rising and waving His hands in trees.