08/05/2006
Unfinished Symphony
Like an unfinished symphony….
My love remained unsung!
Can’t live without you…
O’ why can’t we understand?
Do I have to prove that I love you true?
Can’t my love itself be the proof?
Being separated from you I don’t wanna live…
All my life.
Why can’t we understand…why?!
Not all birds learn to fly…
Not all man learns to walk...
Not all dreams see the daylight
Yeah! That’s my only solace
I remained “I”
You remained “you” ….
Wonder where did we lost the “WE” ….
Somewhere along the way.
I want to scream….
Wanna taste blood in my mouth…
Blood from my heart that dared to love…
In that final moment of courage!
The flesh may live but the soul can’t…
Something has changed everlastingly….for-ever!
Maybe I was destined to fail…
ne’r to get up again…
but I’ll still smile….
At least I got to know someone as nice as you…
In a sanguine moment all by yourself…
When you hear some music divine….
Ponder a moment….b’coz it’s someone’s love …
In the silhouette of some music…..
That remained just an unfinished symphony!
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01/14/2006
An epitaph for the day after...
No one loves me
Yeah! No one loves me.
I start to walk alone…
Through the wet sand
With only my shadow besides me.
Thinking…
How much I want to hold back,
How much I want to let go…
… Of the past?
It has got memories
That sometimes made me to cry.
But these very tears once
Promised me such great joys.
It felt like the freshness of a first kiss
O’ I remember the day when we first met!
I’m fading away with nothing …
but memories clutched to my heart now
As I look into the horizon… by the sea.
Thinking about tomorrow…
My heart shuddered
‘Coz my kind of world
Never existed anywhere.
A man won’t live to see tomorrow.
He dies!!
Hurrah!! You can’t kill him further!
No one loves me.
Yeah! No one loves me.
I start to walk alone…
Through the wet sand
With only my shadow besides me.
Thinking…
Why no one ever loved me?
Why no one ever cared for me?
I tried to caress the roses …
That came into my life…
Alas! Roses have thorns…
And my heart was pricked
And I bled till red.
I was told by this worldThat every answer…
Doesn’t need to have a question.
But my heart still asks the question: “Why?”
Tell me why my eyes are wet today?
… For losing someone…
who wasn’t mine…
… even for a moment!
I walk alone… all alone
Hoping that she’s there
In the darkness around…
Waiting to grasp my hand
And whisper…
That there’s indeed someone
--- Who’s mine forever!
Maybe the pain of memories
Will liberate me one day…
And I’ll fly in the cerulean sky…
Where the waves of the rogue sea
Can’t kill my hopes,
Can’t even stop me from flying.
But for now…
All my dreams stand shattered.
And life’s breaking me within…
Having to drag my body around
As if it’s numb and dead.
Now I’m really lonesome and scared.
Seeing me walking towards the darkness
What if…
My shadow too vanishes from my midst?!
I walk alone… all alone
… into the alluring darkness.
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12/12/2005
Break free
I’ll become a free bird… yes! I will
Even though in a brutal moment
You’ve clipped my feathers.
Even though crimson blood
is oozing out of it all along.
I’ll still try to fly… yes! I will
Even though a thousand times
I might stumble and bite the dust.
Even though you may conspire to kill me…all over again
But can you kill my spirit? No way!!
The body will free my spirit one day
The tears, the smiles, hope and despair
Won’t mean a damn to me that day.
Above the tranquil sea, in the nth heaven
Like a free bird, like a free spirit…
I’ll fly… eternally… yes! I will.
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05/19/2005
Cries from the Wilderness
Accept O’ my dear
That I’m gone: gone for the good!
Your tears for me are a trifle bit late
My footprints in the sand
are erased by the sea.
You showed me a world
which I thought was true
My heart, so naïve it was
Couldn’t recognize a mirage from its look.
You don’t have to cry
… to say that you love me too
for I’m gone now, gone for the good!
I’ll ever be there for you
For I know my love was true.
Don’t remember me now
…remembrances just make us cry.
Think of me that I was just a dream
…was there for a fleeting moment
Gone now: gone for the good.
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DESERT RAIN
Did i ever tell you about my love for you?
Since the day our eyes first met
an affliction i've had
like a madness--a madness to be near you!
But love isn't love
if it's not madness!
In every dream i see you
In every breath i feel you
Like black-magic your eyes haunts me
You became my raison d'etre
The world tells me that i've changed
the myopic lot...it cannot see
who've engineered that change within me
With a thousand dreams
my heart leapt up
to savour the moment...my moment of glory
with wings of passion,with wings of HOPE
And then you whispered one cold night
that it was all a sham
that i shouldn't expect anything.
But what did i asked for?
It was only Love in lieu of love
Please tell me O'dear
what was my fault?
That i dared to love someone
more than i could.
Sorry dear,give me a break
Even though the Heavens might play
...an elegiac tune
I'll not be that HOPELESS fool...
you thought i would be
I'll not walk half the road to perdition
B'coz i'll have to complete my sojourn
which started with your eyes
and i dream of reaching your heart.
Like a parched cactus
...in the sandy dunes
I'll wait for you
as if you are the Desert Rain!
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LOVE AND DEATH
Blood,thick crimson blood
perhaps the remnant of
a catasthrope or a silent death
lay strewn on the blank canvas
canvas it was of someone's life
Fragrance of the roses
lure of the vales
everything seemed to have lost
the zest and the enthu' to entice
Who Died?
no one knows..but perhaps one
...one whoselove was true
a madness derived from the blue moon.
Why did she left him?
Why did she killed him?
...Hope deserted him like his beloved
...fickle things,these whole lot
..fickle things,these matters of the heart
Sibling of nostalgia and remembrances
--they leave you only in tears.
A world you should make
O' Good Lord
where purity and love
are dearer than rubies and golds.
Surely make her remember
of the promises made and broken,
of lives lived and unlived,
of being loved and unloved.
How do i know all these?
b'coz that was my blood
-blood of my wounded heart
crying in pain
crying in vain
reminding you O'dear
--of what could've been
if only your answer was a YES!
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