Monday, December 19, 2011

Don’t you know?

Don’t you know, do I have to say it loud
How much I love you, how much I need you
Don’t you see, in you, what I have found
A chunk of love and happiness for a moments few.


In your deep dark eyes, in your cute sweet smile
I find my world of joy and all my dreams seem so true
And I want to hold you in my arms so tight for a while.
Don’t you know girl, I want to kiss your puffy cheeks too.

My shoulder’s your pillow; lap’s your bed and arms your blanket
And I’ll keep you safe while you sleep, like a little baby
Don’t you know, I’ll be holding you, till death do us apart
Cuddle you with a lump in my throat and with a heart so heavy.

Don’t you know girl, I can’t live without you by my side
Don’t you know baby; wherever you go, my heart will follow
On heaven and earth I promise, to you, I have never lied
I love you so much, don’t you know, don’t you know?

Tuesday, December 06, 2011

Sir Bob and the spider




“And here I am hiding like a coward in this hut
Crushed, defeated and with a dejected heart.
So I dreamt to rule England as the first scot
And bring peace to my motherland, so I thought.

Friend Wallace fought hard, fought tough
Yet we lost and Longshanks had the last laugh.
Will’s limbs were torn apart before they cut his head
Saw dying men, women and children, them I lead.

Now I am hiding in this coast of Ireland like an outlaw
Even these hands have forgotten the sword I used to draw.
Six bloody war I fought with these bastards Englishmen
Lost my friends, people and wealth, for the freedom to gain.

Now laying here, my empty eyes gazing at the ceiling,
At that spider weaving it’s net between two iron beams.
What an irony! Sixth time it failed to do so, as I am counting
And it’s trying seventh times and my hopes are mounting.

If a tiny spider doesn’t give up, why the ‘king of Scotland’ should?
To free my country and have Edward’s head if I could.
A spider taught a king the most valuable lesson of my life
Never give up; never give in, the spirit that makes u thrive.”

So he gathered his army for one more time
To free Scotland and to make England pay for every dime
And from that day to many years to come, now and forever
People will remember the story, ‘Sir Bob and the spider’.

Friday, April 22, 2011

SOUL



       Why this life’s so cruel, why this world’s so unkind             
Why every day I have to carry around this corpse of mine
Why this fire of guilt and shame burns me every night
Like a sinner in hell, helpless I embrace my worst fright.

I can smell the long dead rotten soul in this living me
A remorseful repenting crippled life is all I have
Yet I dream to make my rhapsody in every season of spring
Only to find myself standing all alone with that leafless tree.

Like the cursed stone, who was once a human I am waiting
Beside this path of life, waiting for that magic touch
Which will turn me back to what I was, once upon time
A happy lad, with his cute smile and his gleeful soul.

Wednesday, March 09, 2011

Sore Loser



It’s been long I’ve won a dual with my life
Lately it’s coming so heavy on me, nailing me down.             
So I am complaining and whining
Begging for another chance, to win the crown.



The chances are floating by and opportunities are wasted.
I am growing a bit more desperate to catch and hold them.
Yet they are just slipping away from my hands.
And I am stuck somewhere in the middle of my pride and shame.


A part of me is still fighting, the other part have surrendered
A few forgotten pieces have flown free.
Empty feelings and broken promises seems the reality
Though a long forgotten sweet dream sometimes disturbs me.


Now often I fear to be haunted by the memories I cherished
And to be drawn into an unknown and uncertain world.
Where the once winners trapped for ever
With a tag on their back, reads ‘Sore Loser’ in bold.