Saturday, December 03, 2016

no tomorrow for today is gone

We crawl through each day
In hopes tomorrow is not the same
We try to understand how we have faltered
And why we are punished and blamed
Beaten like a piece of dough
Hardening with the air
Styled with a knife
And turning to powder somewhere
Wilting like a flower
At the end of spring
Left in a flooded vase
Barren and withering
Crushed like a rock
And turned into stone
The last piece of furniture
In a moved out home
A weed in the grass
That is frowned upon
A prayer for help
That does not respond
A summer rain
Which floods the ground
A grasp for love
That cannot be found
Tossed aside like a plastic can
Left to sauté in the sun
We are lost in hope
And yet have none 

Be welcome or be like me

Do you want to be like me ?
Tell me do you want to be ?
Do you want to see the things, The way I want you to see ?
Do you want to be lonely ?
Lonely & alone like me.. Navigate in the sorrow of blank sea Come and taste my destiny
Do you want to feel the life ?
The way I feel, Do you want to face the matters
The way each day I deal
Everyone has his own life.. Own way of living
Different perception towards life.. We are all different human beings
But do you want to live my life ?
Live it for a single day
Share my views and share my sight.! Then express your say
Do you want to get in to my soul ?
Live the life for me
Do you want to make a new story unfold
Have faith aand touch the honesty
This will be a strange experience for you believe me it's true, and you'll know what I am going through.! 

Monday, November 14, 2016

Lana.

Stand beside the grave where my only friend is laid, and 
Learn how quickly mortals fade, how the fairest flower must droop, how the strongest form must stoop,
Learn ... that we are but dust and clay, the short liv'd creatures of a day. Yet do not sigh for there is a clime,
Where they will dwell through endless time,
Who here on earth their Maker serve, and never from her precepts swerve.
The grave to her is but a road,
That leads her to that blest abode. 
Wait me there my only dear, for now my eyes full of tears.
Goodbye my love.
Monday, November 14, 2016