He was born on the road and might breathe his last as well there..But each day he worked hard as a labourer to feed his motherless children. Night was setting in...Hurriedly, he changed his soiled clothes and gathered belongings to rush home.. They lived on the corner of that deserted road, under the railway bridge.… Continue reading Hunger
When the days are bright and the time is right, I feel alive.
When the sky shines blue and the Cherry Blossom’s new…I feel alive.
You hold my hand and walk on the shore,
And, there in the sand, I find our footprints galore.
We walk through the gardens and the grass is green.
When the Humming bird sings and my feet Tap Dance…
I see you giving a humorous glance.
You smirk and sigh and my joy is on a high,
Yes, I am the one…
Yes, I am your Queen!
You give me strength when i feel you close,
My face lights up and the cheek that glows…
It’s all and more that you do to me,
It’s the feeling in the heart and the love that I see.
Keep holding that hand and never let go.
It’s your love for me, and mine, that you owe.
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The poem is a true dedication to the lord, almighty. He who is always watching over us and guides us through this life.
Tip tip, when the rain drop drips I find my heart longing for you… Splashing the pools of muddy rain water, Cries of joy and that hearty laughter. I look for you inside and out, Only to find you gone. The times have changed and so have you.. And, I see someone..Who is very new.… Continue reading The Friend Who Never Was
When the days are bright and the time is right, I feel alive. When the sky shines blue and the Cherry Blossom's new...I feel alive. You hold my hand and walk on the shore, And, there in the sand, I find our footprints galore. We walk through the gardens and the grass is green.… Continue reading I love You
Tears swell up my eyes,but they fear to let go, The eye has been their savior for long... Once outside the safety of its realms, They fear the uncertainty of their own flow. With no one to wipe them off, How will the flow ever stop? They fear being misjudged, being loathed at, and, being… Continue reading The Silent Tears