I see the clouds rolling in and oh how it looks like rain


And it is always I fight for the welcome change

When it rains it pours on this heart of mine

So, I take the storms I feel to her each time.



But I know she has lived under her own pouring rain

Yet under her water her heart still doesn't change

She can walk away from what hangs overhead

And, not in her storm, are words left unsaid.



Not in her storm have I ever felt alone

Her storm ends, so I, may find my way home

It's for me that she pushes away her own rain

So, that I may find comfort in calling her name.



She lives in this world for the sake of another's heart

God, how she eases the miles when worlds apart

And she never wanders when your world falls through

Not ever in her storm would she do this to you.



She has wings that I know not only I can see

Cause only an angel could find strength to carry me

It's the way that the eyes can surely view

How her heart's written so clearly in what an angel can do.



Not in her storm is her work ever done

And even in her storm she hands me the sun

When her world is dark I always have light

And now how I hold the new color of night.



She takes then she gives to an unhappy face

So that many can find an awesome place

I have been able to love her more every day

And with her hand in mine the clouds roll away.



Not in any storm that I will ever live beneath

Could ever change what I hold here inside of me

Not in any of her storms have I lost my angels touch

To that angel out there, I love her so much.



Ps: i did this for my dearest Friend Nuraj...
 

I would want to live longer...


To the girl whose beauty is present in all seasons,


I want to tell you why you are beautiful, here are the reasons:

Your beauty extends as high as the tallest mountains,

it goes on forever and never flattens.

Even when the clouds heighten,

you are here and the world brightens.

You are like a fruit that constantly ripens,

your beauty continues to grow no matter what happens.

You are unique in the way that you glisten,

it never erodes, it only thickens.

My fondness for you constantly deepens,

because every time I see you my knees begin to weaken.

The rules of nature you do not follow,

you shine so bright you create your own shadow.

When you are out of sight the world feels shallow,

but your face never leaves my mind, it repeats like an echo.

Your beauty is like a boulder that can’t be moved,

it never shakes and it can’t be improved.

The one sound I like to hear, it’s an easy choice, !

it’s the soothing sound of your voice.

It complements your looks with the perfect melody,

putting all around you in complete harmony.

You are better than a man’s best fantasy,

God showed us mercy when he gave us you and eyes to see.

Your beauty increases with every breath,

it exceeds the limits that my imagination can stretch.

You have what others could only wish to match,

but your beauty they will never catch.

I swear, you would be the answer to a prayer,

if someone wished for something rare with beauty to spare.

Given the choice I would choose this girl over air,

for air cannot compare to a girl that can’t be found elsewhere.




P.s I did this for my dearest Bestie Kashyra...






I would want to live longer...


I sit and wonder how time passed.


how days turned into weeks, Weeks to months and months to years.

it all feels the same though.

like as if time stopped.

but then i realize time doesn’t stop for no one.

it keeps going even if you feel like you can’t

it proves to you that time can heal all.



But does that really happen.

does time heal the pain or make you feel numb to it.

so you can repress it and eventually one day forget about it.

its as if time plays a cruel game to see how long before your emotions erupt.

you lose once you remember what caused the pain to begin with



Time really is nothing more than a distraction.

it tries to hide the fact of what has occured by keeping forward.

it lures you with its tick to make you count the days since you last breathed.

time has no stopping .

it does what it can to help

but its help is unwanted.



The numbness it has caused actually comes back in pieces.

once time has moved forward enough to make u remember a date or anniversary then it all comes back full blast.

you realize that time can only do so much for you

that you need to pick up the fragments of your life.

you need to rebuild or soon there will be nothing left.

that’s easier said then done.



Once you rebuild you realize it doesn’t matter

you are nothing more that a skeleton.

a simple outline of what life should be.

you have no emotions.

no sense of being

and no drive to live.



Time once again steps in.

seasons pass and you start to come back to life.

the fragments of your soul come back to you and start warming the cold skeleton.

you were a house with no furniture but now the furniture is there.

but something is missing.

you know that nothing will ever be the same again

but you try anyway.



It’s been 1 year plus and counting.

you are unchanging.

the house you were has been emptied by a thief in the night

a thief you were aware was a threat

it is the heart.




I would want to live longer...


Journey Up The Road where does the road begin.


can never find the beginning or end.

Another day same time.

moving with nothing in mind.

Ready to stroll on another trip.

moving ahead with no boundaries I can’t slip.

Searching with each step for better days.

seem like everything negative is the easy way.

Now I’m on the big street.

Suffering from the smothering heat.

looking ahead hoping the road come to an end.

Moving slower on the road it’s starting to bend.

can’t stand any longer I’m bending on one knee.

Feeling trapped amongst the big forest trees.

Ready to cry.

no hope for me why must I try.

My journey up the road is near.

The road seem to continue the ending is not clear.
I would want to live longer...


What is worse than empty lined paper,


lying in front of you?



A pencil moving light and slowly,

beautifully but tired, over the sheet?



Drawing circles in your head,

but on the paper nothing is written?



The head upon the pillow,

the eyes are nearly closed. Dreaming far away.



In this dream, nothing has changed. Bright it is,

and oh, so wonderful.



Dreams turns into nightmares. Nightmares into reality.

Reality is once again worse than dreams.



What is then worse than empty lined paper?

Reality I tell you my friend
I would want to live longer...


In my perfect little world, people greet,


they kiss and hug each time they meet.

Friends hold hands, and calm your fears;

they stick around to wipe your tears.



But in the world today, we just don’t care,

and showing love is somewhat rare.

When times are fun all friends are near,

then things get tough and most disappear.



In my perfect little world, we give and share;

we make it a point, to show we care.

We live to love, and love to live,

and find it easy to forgive.



But in the world today we strive on greed,

and crave the things we rarely need.

We step on others to get our way,

and hurt with what we do or say.



In my perfect little world, children smile,

and parents go that extra mile.

No child is ever harmed or hurt,

abused or treated just like dirt.



But in the world today most people cry,

and only pray in case they die.

We’ve given in to all that’s bad,

and then complain that life is hard.



In my perfect little world were all the same

and life is not a spiteful game.

People are loyal, honest and just,

and value the gift of friendship and trust.



But in the world today it seems,

we’ve lost all hope or goals and dreams.

Malicious acts are seen as witty,

I think it’s sad and such a pity.
I would want to live longer...



I would want to live longer...