Under my skin , to the corner of my chest
Lies there , lives there , a pound of flesh
It used to be so quiet in the spent away time
But now , things have changed , it’s a different tide
It refuses to calm down and never stay still
In and out it goes passing out waves of thrill
Once , I sat down to scavange over this changed frame
That what has happened to me , am I the same
I realized there is something new, something strange
My heart is beating now , my life is so changed
My heart was a dead part before
Where just cold and pale blood used to flow
Now its not just blood flowing in my veins
Its your feelings and love turning me insane .
My heart whispers your presence near by
My eyes portraits your face standing shy
My imagination imagines you every time
Whenever the sun rises or moon gives out its shine
You gave me life , you gave me smile
You gave me the feeling that I am alive
Its you , who taught me how to write
And above that , gave me the reason to live my life .
my thinking... my lyf... my ideology... my style... people who fear... should not interfere.... its ma bottom line
Sunday, May 27, 2007
HISTORY MAY REPEAT ITSELF
I notice a new word everyday;
They keep blocking my senses,
Or will they rescue them?
I am collecting the garden
Petal by petal;
So that my lap will ever smell of
The redness and the greenness,
And some wanderers.
I am knitting the never known;
I am kissing the unknown;
And they are loving the new known.
What will happen to the moths,
How will the fingers running down
The candle breathe,
If I die?
Probably moths and butterflies,
Need none but the one in them;
Wanderers will find a new garden
In the lapse of my funeral…
And my words…
I am waiting for them to form
A letter: of blooming and withering flowers,
Of sun and earth,
Of night and stars,
Of eyes and wine,
With a sprinkle of thorns.
I will keep a shadow for every pulse,
Till my room smells of years,
And my blue roses dry,
And the music gets strung to my background.
Stale is not the story;
Weird may fit my pages;
But the one that writes the
First line is a Transition.
A sculpture once formed
Will not like a twin,
So I pray for the birds to
Forget my fictions,
And dive into my diaries.
They may find a woman perfected,
Closed in her petals again.
They keep blocking my senses,
Or will they rescue them?
I am collecting the garden
Petal by petal;
So that my lap will ever smell of
The redness and the greenness,
And some wanderers.
I am knitting the never known;
I am kissing the unknown;
And they are loving the new known.
What will happen to the moths,
How will the fingers running down
The candle breathe,
If I die?
Probably moths and butterflies,
Need none but the one in them;
Wanderers will find a new garden
In the lapse of my funeral…
And my words…
I am waiting for them to form
A letter: of blooming and withering flowers,
Of sun and earth,
Of night and stars,
Of eyes and wine,
With a sprinkle of thorns.
I will keep a shadow for every pulse,
Till my room smells of years,
And my blue roses dry,
And the music gets strung to my background.
Stale is not the story;
Weird may fit my pages;
But the one that writes the
First line is a Transition.
A sculpture once formed
Will not like a twin,
So I pray for the birds to
Forget my fictions,
And dive into my diaries.
They may find a woman perfected,
Closed in her petals again.
UR GIFT
I hold you as my inspiration,
My writings are but your gift…
Without you pushing me into the blue,
It would not be possible-this rift…
Life seems a tiring exasperation,
My dreary eyes are but your gift…
I have learned to hold them close,
My lonely sighs, yeah, your gift…
I trust you with all my faith,
My broken heart is but your gift…
I long for those precious moments,
The scarred feelings, yeah, your gift…
Your memories blow my existence,
Along the rise, with the drift…
Every gush of air that I breathe,
Every hollow smile, yeah, your gift….
My writings are but your gift…
Without you pushing me into the blue,
It would not be possible-this rift…
Life seems a tiring exasperation,
My dreary eyes are but your gift…
I have learned to hold them close,
My lonely sighs, yeah, your gift…
I trust you with all my faith,
My broken heart is but your gift…
I long for those precious moments,
The scarred feelings, yeah, your gift…
Your memories blow my existence,
Along the rise, with the drift…
Every gush of air that I breathe,
Every hollow smile, yeah, your gift….
Bleed For Me
Love me like I loved you,
Look at me as you used to do,
Care for me as I did you,
Fight for me as I fought for you,
Forgive me as you used to do,
Now Bleed for me like I did you.
Pray for me as I prayed for you,
Shed a tear like I did too,
Kill for me as I killed for you
Do it for us, for me and you,
Love no other as you used to do,
Now bleed for me like I did you.
Go through hell and ask to be free
Feel the pain bestowed on me,
Walk through fire as I did for you,
Dream of me like you used to do,
Die for me as id die for you too
Now bleed for me like I did you.
Id come to heaven to be with you
So come to me as I came to you,
wish for me as I wished for you,
Walk on water to get to me,
Make me happy as I made you
Now bleed for me like I did you.
Dance in the shadows within the valley of death
Look at life and take your last breath
There lay shameful sins that echo through
Out of me and into you,
Now bleed for me... like I did you.
Look at me as you used to do,
Care for me as I did you,
Fight for me as I fought for you,
Forgive me as you used to do,
Now Bleed for me like I did you.
Pray for me as I prayed for you,
Shed a tear like I did too,
Kill for me as I killed for you
Do it for us, for me and you,
Love no other as you used to do,
Now bleed for me like I did you.
Go through hell and ask to be free
Feel the pain bestowed on me,
Walk through fire as I did for you,
Dream of me like you used to do,
Die for me as id die for you too
Now bleed for me like I did you.
Id come to heaven to be with you
So come to me as I came to you,
wish for me as I wished for you,
Walk on water to get to me,
Make me happy as I made you
Now bleed for me like I did you.
Dance in the shadows within the valley of death
Look at life and take your last breath
There lay shameful sins that echo through
Out of me and into you,
Now bleed for me... like I did you.
To the beat of my heart
To the beat of my....
to the beat of my...
to beat of my heart..
beat of my heart
The daylight breaks, a picture show of endless takes
And the music's coming through on the radio
And I take my place, reluctantly I join the race
It's not my fight, just trying to stay on my feet
But oh there's one thing that gets to me
It's that little girl she puts me down so easily
In total absurd I'm saying these words
With every beat of my heart, I will love you
With every song, with every breath that you take
I'll give you the moon and the sun, you're the only one
Pleading love with every beat of my heart
With every beat of my heart, I will love you
With every song, with every breath that you take
I'll give you the moon and the sun, you're the only one
Pleading love with every beat of my heart
Pleading love with every beat of my heart
to the beat of my...
to beat of my heart..
beat of my heart
The daylight breaks, a picture show of endless takes
And the music's coming through on the radio
And I take my place, reluctantly I join the race
It's not my fight, just trying to stay on my feet
But oh there's one thing that gets to me
It's that little girl she puts me down so easily
In total absurd I'm saying these words
With every beat of my heart, I will love you
With every song, with every breath that you take
I'll give you the moon and the sun, you're the only one
Pleading love with every beat of my heart
With every beat of my heart, I will love you
With every song, with every breath that you take
I'll give you the moon and the sun, you're the only one
Pleading love with every beat of my heart
Pleading love with every beat of my heart
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