It ain’t too late to contemplate, Off late, a lot has been at stake. Millions are dead, millions are dying, So many people crying, So many lying, And you still think that we won’t see, How inhumane we have come to be? Nay, Lord, you didn’t create us blind, We see by day; And by… Continue reading Contemplation
Oh, and it goes back a long way, And you wouldn’t care to know which day, Was the last one when a human, Could live free. It isn’t about you and me, Well, of course, it is, But it’s everybody! They knew how to live, when the Mohicans sang. They knew how to love, Even… Continue reading Nostalgia
Quietly we lie, Quietly we die. And ever so quietly, A night goes by. The awaited one, is often unkind. The one waiting, is obviously blind. Love untamed, can break a home. Homes are more important than hearts, you know. So he may cradle his baby, However he likes. And of course, he may kiss… Continue reading Hush Hush!
Maybe in another world, You and I will be together! Baby, our fondest dreams, Of being with no one other, Than the superhero of our skies, Our magic wands and fireflies, Our beating hearts and blazing eyes, They know what we saw, In each other. So I wait till it’s not too late, For another… Continue reading May It Rain Some Love on You
I am fortunate, But is she? Does she know her ABC? Has she ever been to school? Is she really a girl like me? Because, I know myself, Better than I know any other. I was a fortunate kid, But what about you brother? Have you ever tasted an ice-cream? Well, we just had three,… Continue reading I Am Fortunate
Don’t be sad, dear, You’re not meant to be. Don’t be upset, love, It’s just not worth it. One day, the ground will tremble, And rambling clouds will open the door, We’ll escape the bitter scenes, And fly until we reach the shore. And we’ll love again, my love, I will fall for you again!… Continue reading It’s Just You and Me
Today would have been a perfect day, For us to be together! You know, maybe it’s just the weather, That threatens to change its kind, Unless it’s now or never. Do you think you want to cross over? There aren’t any fences to climb, No broken glasses, No barbed wire. You could, like the mysterious… Continue reading The Perfect Weather