all these candles tell me to die,
but one is my wish to live
There's nothing wrong about remembering the Dead.
And you don't have to bend, kneel or dread.
Main tod leti agar tu gulab hota ??
Main arpan kar deti khudko ,
aagar tu mera hota ??
Jo sath rehena ka wada kiya tha tune, kash woh nibha diya hota??
Kash woh sache pyar ka dekha ,
thoda oor kar diya hota ?
Tera jane ke baad jo tu aapne yaad chod gaya ,
kash woh aapne sath le gaya hota ??
Aagar us din tu mujhe yu chhodke na gaya hota,
toh aaj mera hat tera hato main hota??
Aaj bhi aagar koi tujh jesa dekh jata hai mujhe ,
toh may sochti hu ki kash woh tu hota ??
Main aaj bhi tera galat shikwe bhula du
aagar tu mera pass wapas aaya hota ??
I look around
is anyone like me
like a strange sound
you hear but can't see
is there anyone
who acts the same
as I do?
I dream aloud
but wake in silence
I'd like to fit in
but i don't have a licence
is there anyone
who acts like me
I have a dream
That I find a stream
where i can live and breathe
could you believe
someone like me
run around
until you find yourself
a hurried sprint
and jump right
off the shelf
into the sea
where i find me
Play hard to get
someone you'd
wish you'd met like
hotel vacancy with a room to let
come inside my brain
and you'll see a view
maybe something old
or maybe something new
If someone had told me
that I would struggle to just be
would I have done something
differently or bring
something different to the table
or would I be able
to make the world better
or be a trend setter?
Very doubtful, but worth asking
because I am basking
in today's pain
and would like to keep the stain
of that pain
from being forever held
in my body and meld
my future to hold more joy
but it won't hold my boy
so I'm just spinning,
but I'm functioning, so I'm winning
and leaning on God
who is my sustaining rod
of strength when mine fails
and I just need to rail
If I find out who has been eating cake in my bathroom,
They will be paying for a new broom,
And a cake a tin free of rust,
That will be a must.
I just hope they never learn,
What went on in the bedroom,
That would cause heads to turn,
While they were eating cake in the bathroom.
i have this memory of a time
when i was tied to the hospital bed
struggling ti stand upon my feet
and a friend decided to check on me
i had already lost her to the hands of fate
grieving her loss in the same hospital room
fighting my illness, cursing at fate for not killing me
and then i heard about a conversation my friend had
he decided to reach out to me
out of all the wolves in my group
he stood out among many
and i realised he was always true to me
now we make music
share ideas and write together
he made me discover my passion
and love for songwriting
In the garden, roses grow,
how to pick one? I don't know.
People bloom in every space,
how to choose one special face?.
Life is waiting, wide and free,
how to pick your destiny?.
Clouds will hang within the sky,
how to make them pass us by?.
When the heart holds pain inside,
how to find a place to hide?.
When you tumble, falling down,
how to rise up from the ground?.
Pick the rose despite the thorn,
know the truth that life is born.
Choose the one in tune with you,
steady, loyal, and true blue.
Life is hard to pick, it's true,
just be proud of being you.
Help the ones you love along,
when you're weak,
and when you're strong.
Let the clouds live in the sky,
though they pass,
and time goes by.
Falling down is part of fate,
rising up is never late.
Grab whatever you can hold,
stand back up, and be quite bold.
If I had Someone
Then I would try to be a good
Give love, less dark, but heart
Less, reduced my life, radical
Can’t. Be. Need help. A wise
Work. My heart. No goal. You
Come. Can you? Fill your life
Your glass. Drink. A red wine
Enjoy. Still living. Life. A blood
If love is the ruler. Crash life
I can’t accept love. Kill it far
Killed. New life, feel the style
I needed love. Shut my life
Oh. Thank you. Grave says
I need you, death is wretched
Woman. Waited. English. A
Bye. Far. Mental purity. Dust
No English Psychology!
No, by it. Dust. Woman far
Albion. Missed mist. A ghost
Amazing. I loved. Clear dream
I loved. Wanted. Lost. Hearts
Our loves. Kids. Hmm. Stones
In. Inside.
More than
Heart
God
Satan
Love
God
Loved
You
Killed
Heart
Accept
Hell
Demonic
Love
I am here alone-waiting
everyday I envision your silhouette
in the darkness I smell your cologne
as if you still are here
my imagination runs wild
while I am still-waiting
Our love floats in the wind
only mine was caught
by someone who really cared
a friend of mine once said
I want someone for me
because
I have no one to love
and that's no way to live.
Life is about sharing and caring
about someone else.
That's why my soul
screams
I want someone to love
because
I have no one to love
and that's no way to live.
Life is about giving and receiving,
becoming a part
of someone else's world.
That's why my heart
screams
I want someone for me
because
I have no one to love,
and that's no way to live.
Life is about coming home
to someone,
having someone waiting
for you to arrive
with opened arms.
Life is about connecting
with someone
and having someone
to journey with you
in this thing called 'life'.
I want that.
I need that.
I want to be loved.
That's why my spirit
cries
I want someone for me.
Some One—to Hate—is useful—
When Kingdoms lose their Way—
They pass a Law—archaic—
And point the Crowd—to Prey—
A Statute—thin as Spider’s Thread—
Yet sharp enough—to bind—
The Small—the Poor—the Lawless—
The Unprotected—Mind—
For Power—loves a Spectacle—
A Name—to crucify—
So Multitudes—forget their Wounds—
While watching Someone—Die—
But One—once walked among the Dust—
With Sandals—torn and mild—
He kept his Company—with Thieves—
And spoke unto the Wild—
“Do you believe in Me?” they asked—
He answered—not with Rod—
But sat beside the Lawless Ones—
The Outcasts—near to God—
The Mentor—of the Poorest Breath—
Of Sinners—unafraid—
He broke the Bread with Those Condemned—
Whom Proper Courts—betrayed—
So when the World requires a Hate—
To quiet Fear—and Blame—
Remember—who the Teacher kept—
And whom the Mob—would name—
a small-town girl
expecting to always be recognized
I will call someone after thirty years
we almost always easily resume our conversation
this technique has only failed once
the lady was frightened
no longer the person she used to be
she is my next-door neighbor
sadly suffering from dementia
I think of her fondly
her daughter told me that she does not remember me
I think that she does
but I am filed in a drawer she can no longer access
To someone insane:
Hello, I am not insane--
Though--
Ignore I write in English--
Comprehensibly--
I say I am still unfamiliar with such a foreign matter.
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