Purity once had a name,
And beauty once had a face.
Spring was once beautiful
Life once had a meaning,
Death was once scary
And once I was safe
Once there was freedom,
And once I could laugh.
Happiness once was alive,
And once I had hope
The lake, half hidden by the trees
Is like my love for her.
Although we know it's there
It's almost hidden from our view
When freedom comes, and peace,
When I can hold her, unafraid
And I thought things will soon be fine,
Once I hoped I will be by her side.
Once I felt loved,
Once I felt wanted,
Once I felt I fitted,
So quickly that died.
Her grace so great,
Her beauty so vast,
All I ever wanted,
Was for it to last
I never told her my love
So it all fell apart,
Now it's all died away,
Happiness, joy, love; all memories.
Now I walk alone in this dark, dark world,
With no light to guide my way
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
A true friend
I would like to dedicate the following poem to a special person .. a true friend who was never busy for me and always ready to hear me out. Always ready to point out my shortcomings with a smile.....A friend who helped me cross the most turbulant year of my life.....
Thank You
You took me in under your wings
When I was too scared to fly
You told me that I had to live
When all I wanted was to die
You saw the fear and sadness
I had by only the sound of my voice
You were never too busy for me
You were always there to listen to me
You told me just to take my time
We'll always have next week
There were many, many times
When you'd just let me weep
You somehow made me smile, though
Through my pain and all the tears
You made me tell all about my life
And what happened in those years
You opened my heart very slow
And took a look inside
Then you found the invisible part of me
That I wanted so badly to hide
But you didn't laugh, nor did you leave
You just gave me a smile that healed
You didn't say I was wrong
Something I'd needed so long
Still I have got so many ghosts in me
Maybe one day I will be able to tell you
There is nobody else who knows
Anyway who cares
Then I realized something was wrong
When I sat there all those days
Then I finally figured it out
It was something I didn't say
Thank you was all that I could get out
Though I wanted to say much more
You have taught me of life and love
And that I have something to live for.
Thank You
You took me in under your wings
When I was too scared to fly
You told me that I had to live
When all I wanted was to die
You saw the fear and sadness
I had by only the sound of my voice
You were never too busy for me
You were always there to listen to me
You told me just to take my time
We'll always have next week
There were many, many times
When you'd just let me weep
You somehow made me smile, though
Through my pain and all the tears
You made me tell all about my life
And what happened in those years
You opened my heart very slow
And took a look inside
Then you found the invisible part of me
That I wanted so badly to hide
But you didn't laugh, nor did you leave
You just gave me a smile that healed
You didn't say I was wrong
Something I'd needed so long
Still I have got so many ghosts in me
Maybe one day I will be able to tell you
There is nobody else who knows
Anyway who cares
Then I realized something was wrong
When I sat there all those days
Then I finally figured it out
It was something I didn't say
Thank you was all that I could get out
Though I wanted to say much more
You have taught me of life and love
And that I have something to live for.
Friday, August 11, 2006
Seinfeld
When I was watching the re run of seinfeld the other day, I realized how much I actually miss the show...and how befitting the seinfeld quotes are. For example 'Dating is pressure and tension. What is a date, really, but a job interview that lasts all night? The only difference between a date and a job interview is that in not many job interviews is there a chance you'll end up naked at the end of it'.
hmm how true... Dating is always so much pressure.. and whats all this with girls and fresh flowers .. Why cant we give them something more useful like a ' a pack of sponge'.. Wont it be more useful ?
I feel Men and women all in all, behave just like our basic sexual elements. If you watch single men on a weekend night they really act very much like sperm - all disorganized, bumping into their friends, swimming in the wrong direction. "I was first." "Let me through." "You're on my tail." "That's my spot." They're like the Three Billion Stooges. But the egg is very cool: "Well, who's it going to be? I can divide. I can wait a month. I'm not swimming anywhere.....
hmm how true... Dating is always so much pressure.. and whats all this with girls and fresh flowers .. Why cant we give them something more useful like a ' a pack of sponge'.. Wont it be more useful ?
I feel Men and women all in all, behave just like our basic sexual elements. If you watch single men on a weekend night they really act very much like sperm - all disorganized, bumping into their friends, swimming in the wrong direction. "I was first." "Let me through." "You're on my tail." "That's my spot." They're like the Three Billion Stooges. But the egg is very cool: "Well, who's it going to be? I can divide. I can wait a month. I'm not swimming anywhere.....
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