I'm a living corpse
In broad daylight
A drifting spirit
By night
Future is uncertain
Gloom and dark
Life is hollow
Empty and false
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Through The Window
Through the window
Stained by dull soot
I saw two men walking, heads down whispering
They stopped and started kissing
Disgusting? What do you think?
They are God's children
Created by non-other than Him
Neatly selected the ingredients
That make them an inimitable being
For the universe to be astounded
Of his ingenuity He possessed.
His decision! Who is to blame?
Denying their existence
Doesn't make a human inhumane
Forbidding their love for each other
Make a person loves no less
Unquestionably a renouncement of God
Non acceptance of His ingenuity
What do you think?
Through the window
Though stained by dull soot
My vision is flawless.
29 February 2008, Friday
3:25am
Stained by dull soot
I saw two men walking, heads down whispering
They stopped and started kissing
Disgusting? What do you think?
They are God's children
Created by non-other than Him
Neatly selected the ingredients
That make them an inimitable being
For the universe to be astounded
Of his ingenuity He possessed.
His decision! Who is to blame?
Denying their existence
Doesn't make a human inhumane
Forbidding their love for each other
Make a person loves no less
Unquestionably a renouncement of God
Non acceptance of His ingenuity
What do you think?
Through the window
Though stained by dull soot
My vision is flawless.
29 February 2008, Friday
3:25am
If I Don't Fret
If I don't fret
Does it mean that I don't care?
If i don't pray
Does it make me anti God?
Don't be such a naive soul
Living in this world of lies
For what you don't see, the flowers exist
For what you see, heaven may not be real.
Why should I show that I fret?
Not that they care
They just want to know why flowers wither
Not as to why I fret but as to why weeds grow.
I don't have to tell even if I fret
They will not remember
Instead, they add some silly spice
As they relate it to others.
It is still up to me to find solutions
In God's praises, I will not fret
Blank to the world, a likeness in the mirror.
So, why should I show that I fret?
28 February 2008, Thursday
11:45pm
Does it mean that I don't care?
If i don't pray
Does it make me anti God?
Don't be such a naive soul
Living in this world of lies
For what you don't see, the flowers exist
For what you see, heaven may not be real.
Why should I show that I fret?
Not that they care
They just want to know why flowers wither
Not as to why I fret but as to why weeds grow.
I don't have to tell even if I fret
They will not remember
Instead, they add some silly spice
As they relate it to others.
It is still up to me to find solutions
In God's praises, I will not fret
Blank to the world, a likeness in the mirror.
So, why should I show that I fret?
28 February 2008, Thursday
11:45pm
Saturday, May 19, 2012
The Flowers Are Talking
In the room drapes with heavy curtains
A speckle of sunlight creeps in between
Donning themselves in different shades of colours
The flowers are talking.
Dainty daisies, brilliant lilies, elegant roses
All crystal crowned in exquisite vases
They come in different form of classes
Carry an air of individual distinction.
Beautiful as they are, sophisticated they may be
Put them together in the same vase
They will get on each other's nerves.
Distinguished by their nurtured personalities
They talk of nothing but of one common interest.
In this room, the flowers are displayed in rows
Adorned by hues and brushes
They are men favourite subject matter.
Their timeless beauty are framed
While time eats into their petals.
What difference does it make?
They wither all the same.
18 February 2008, Monday
8:27pm
A speckle of sunlight creeps in between
Donning themselves in different shades of colours
The flowers are talking.
Dainty daisies, brilliant lilies, elegant roses
All crystal crowned in exquisite vases
They come in different form of classes
Carry an air of individual distinction.
Beautiful as they are, sophisticated they may be
Put them together in the same vase
They will get on each other's nerves.
Distinguished by their nurtured personalities
They talk of nothing but of one common interest.
In this room, the flowers are displayed in rows
Adorned by hues and brushes
They are men favourite subject matter.
Their timeless beauty are framed
While time eats into their petals.
What difference does it make?
They wither all the same.
18 February 2008, Monday
8:27pm
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Thorns And Roses
Thorns and roses
Creations of God
Equal rights to live
Equal rights to love
Be it passion of
Thorns and roses
Roses and thorns
Be it affection of
Thorns and thorns
Roses and roses
Blessings showered
Equal from above
A sin it is not for
Roses and roses
Thorns and thorns
To love and adore
To care for one another
Never inscribed
Only a tale
Thorns and thorns
Roses and roses
Is forbidden love
Roses and roses
Thorns and thorns
Like any reflections
On mirror the eyes see
Like any ordinary
Roses and thorns
Strolling on the streets
Despise not souls of
Thorns and thorns
Roses and roses
A feeling blessed
By the almighty Him
Embrace with open heart
The existence of
Roses and roses
Thorns and thorns
Just as God embraces
His delightful
Roses and thorns
28 September 2004,Tuesday
5:59pm
Creations of God
Equal rights to live
Equal rights to love
Be it passion of
Thorns and roses
Roses and thorns
Be it affection of
Thorns and thorns
Roses and roses
Blessings showered
Equal from above
A sin it is not for
Roses and roses
Thorns and thorns
To love and adore
To care for one another
Never inscribed
Only a tale
Thorns and thorns
Roses and roses
Is forbidden love
Roses and roses
Thorns and thorns
Like any reflections
On mirror the eyes see
Like any ordinary
Roses and thorns
Strolling on the streets
Despise not souls of
Thorns and thorns
Roses and roses
A feeling blessed
By the almighty Him
Embrace with open heart
The existence of
Roses and roses
Thorns and thorns
Just as God embraces
His delightful
Roses and thorns
28 September 2004,Tuesday
5:59pm
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Thorns To Thorns, Roses To Roses
Thorns to thorns, Roses to roses
A sin it is not
But creation of God
Thorns to thorns, Roses to roses
Just a common soul
Like the lot of us
Thorns to roses, Roses to thorns
Deride them not
They are family too
Thorns to roses, Roses to thorns
Their loves are as pure
Just like me and you
Thorns to thorns, Roses to roses
Beautiful beings alike
Love is for you too
Thorns to thorns, Roses to roses
Despise you not
Thorns to roses, Roses to thorns
Why do you?
27 September 2004, Monday
4:29pm
A sin it is not
But creation of God
Thorns to thorns, Roses to roses
Just a common soul
Like the lot of us
Thorns to roses, Roses to thorns
Deride them not
They are family too
Thorns to roses, Roses to thorns
Their loves are as pure
Just like me and you
Thorns to thorns, Roses to roses
Beautiful beings alike
Love is for you too
Thorns to thorns, Roses to roses
Despise you not
Thorns to roses, Roses to thorns
Why do you?
27 September 2004, Monday
4:29pm
Under The Dull Moonlight
Under the dull moonlight I saw a restless shape
Speckles of light fell upon his face
Sitting on the stairs facing the lake
Radiant eyes but empty gaze
Breezily I strolled by, stole glances dare I
To send a smile I was predictably shy
Inhaled enough courage I made another trip
Slowing down my pace, nervously I greeted
Returned with a smile, we started to chat
My heart ran wild, hidden in cold sweat
Tickling fast was the hour, midnight came uninvited
Let this night lasts forever, let my prayer be heard
Speckles of light fell upon my eyes
Under the dull moonlight
We bid goodbye
13 August 2004, Friday
5:30pm
Speckles of light fell upon his face
Sitting on the stairs facing the lake
Radiant eyes but empty gaze
Breezily I strolled by, stole glances dare I
To send a smile I was predictably shy
Inhaled enough courage I made another trip
Slowing down my pace, nervously I greeted
Returned with a smile, we started to chat
My heart ran wild, hidden in cold sweat
Tickling fast was the hour, midnight came uninvited
Let this night lasts forever, let my prayer be heard
Speckles of light fell upon my eyes
Under the dull moonlight
We bid goodbye
13 August 2004, Friday
5:30pm
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