Happy Ending

Dream your perfect happy ending
And make it your own
Write down your perfect lyrics
And give them a tone
Break away from kismet
Because nothings written in stone
You just have to believe
The worlds already your throne.

Rainy Days

Its not like my world is coming to an end
and I hope thats not what my fate intends
But its been more than a few of those rainy days
and I've been finding a way to see through this haze
I hadn't crossed deep oceans, never seen hindrances so tall
but I suppose, the higher the mountain the greater the fall
Then I like to think of this, as the roller coaster ride
though I realize soon enough, this isn't like my dreams where I could glide
Its easier to live with the hate inside
the jealousy and loathing, to my emotions abide
But I hope all the time, that these tears
don't in time become the only remedy for my fears
No I dont want a home here, in this pit of conceit
and leave everything real, in its place incomplete


Written: 8-12-09

Living

Sometimes we sit, to stop and stare

into the depths, of our despair

We begin to feel the emptiness

a slipping faith and little less

We wait and wait, longing for life

for it to take us by surprise

But look around; just try to feel

how life surrounds you in its realm

But soon I'm lost in thought again

unknowing of what my fate ordains

I do remember what I’ve been told

of how life’s a journey that, with grace unfolds

Though what of when I reach the destination

when this train too, has reached its last station

In what light will I then remember

my life’s greatest moments, and how they'll dismember

Into what for me, my fate beheld

and the marks I left, from when I had dwelled

In the end, all that I can ask for

is a life worth living

And all the gratitude

for Him, Most Forgiving

Like the grace with which a poem descends

with its beautiful harmony, it makes amends

 I wish my life too, would earn its happy ending

and I will be the author, the poet whose mending

Written: 12-11-10

From Long Ago

My hearts been holding, 
my little secret inside
Inside the little blue box, 
with pink ribbons its tied
Its the treasure i've saved 
from all the tides and the blows
What i've gathered from the ruins, 
in the sand where it glows
Pure and untouched, 
they are my memories of you
From long ago, 
when you loved me too
Its my crazy little crush, 
my infatuation, my love
Like a glimpse from the heaven, 
right above.


22-08-08

Numb

Just close your eyes and go numb
then open them up and play dumb
No need to let yourself go
Or to let the emotions inside flow
If you think it will help, you are probably wrong
Just another attempt at making your self strong
And you push yourself to the limit, again and again
but the problem really, is that you cant refrain
Lock all your secrets away, then swallow the key
Dont leave them open, waiting for the blind to see
Though everyone wants to let the walls down
lets wait for someone who sneeks in without a sound
Now no ones going home today
theres no place of serenity, nowhere to stay
Just wait it out, let this storm pass by
no need to panic, no need to cry
Because at the end of the day
you know that you would never give up halfway.

Let It Be

So I haven't written in so long
forgotten my poems, melodies and songs
Embezzled and dellusioned by the moments spire
should have let the memories in, my cherished shire
My heart longs to elucidate
what i'v loved and what i'v feared
and the way life has itself steered
Farewell to old symphonies of agony and pain
I sail a new ferry
oblivious to what may have been lost or gained
I'm in the midst of words
which flaunt their fervor their self

And sentences

which flow away from those in the shelf

But you know what I would like to do today

I'd like to dream of another day
The day when life would come to me

requesting what to be written in destiny
La'amour est destin or whatever else may be
I'd tell life; just let it be, just let it be.


06-12-2008

The Start

It started near the benches,
under the tree
He was looking at me
didn't know but I could see
And that was the first time
I felt i knew where i wanted to be
Then it falls into place and it falls apart
But that silly little story will always be the start
Goosebumps and butterflies
All that makes you want to dance
But in the end maybe
its justa high school romance
So many memories, so much fun
Thinking about all the things i could have done
All these pages that my diary has preserved
With these expressions and gestures, minutely observed
Who knew they'd form the best book I've read
Better than vampires, werewolves or any fantasies in my head
They're beautiful, childish, stupid and sweet
I'm reading the parts I thought I lost of me
Things will change and come what may
But alteast here, I'd always be the protagonist of my play
Even though lately this seems to happen alot
That i dont have a clue how i got, where i got
Theres this one true thing
that I'll always know in my heart
That i'll be okay
as long as I could trace myself back to the start