Tuesday, April 5, 2011

SUNSET



As the sun dips below horizon
I see the night getting brighten.
As i hold your hand tight in my palm
I allow the breeze to set me calm
And then like a wind you set my hair
Whisper the tunes slowly in the air,
Slowly slowly i push myself
Deep into your arms' shelf
Cause this is all on whom i trust,
And rely forever for the thrust.
Now my eyes start fooling around,
Pretends to sleep & looks at ground,
And then like the sweetened bread,
You kiss on my twitched forehead;
To let me know you're always there,
Wherever i may look or stare,
And as the time slips away from hands.
I pray to God to hold these strands..
And let the lips only whisper
Ever, ever, ever and forever....

The Gift


Wen my tiny eyes,
Opened the windows of thought
They saw the lonely place
And some of the weird lot

Anxious eyes gazing at me
All stare at me across
Some with waters in their eyes
And some with smily gloss.

The scene was weird,
New and strange
Yet so calm
N pleasingly arranged.

I dunno where I truly belong,
But this surely seems a start
A beginning of a new life
A beginning on a brand new cart.

My life is the gift
I’v got from the lord
I’m sooo happy today
Cause I got the best reward.

The trees, the sun,
The moon, the stars,
The gardens & groves
Spread out so far.

World if this is
Is surely soo beautiful
And life if this is
Is surely worth bountiful

The gift iv got
Il take its good care
Il never let it lose
It never get scare

Days passed, months went by
Years came n went
And the memory of this gift
Got faded n dent
Knowledge n love
Care n emotion
Family n friends
So much of commotion.

So much to do
So much to gain
So busy to live
So much of vain

I got the best gift
The best gift of life
Bt I lost al the luster
And al I did was survive

The life is for ALL
To b live n rejoiced
but the mundane works
make the gift sooo void

So live each day
Like ur gonna die tomorrow
Or else the time shall slip
And al shall feel sorrow

And ul wish again
That u move back the time
Shud have valued the gift
The gift that was prime

Rest all is coated
In the glittery polish
Which fade with age
And leaves all to demolish

So don’t wait
Till the end comes near
Or else ul repent
Of losing ur dear—the gift.